Author's notes: Hey. Time to say good-bye. This story has gone as far as it's gonna go. The flames from a certain few people who will remain nameless have inspired me to terminate this story, along with the fact that I leave for Australia in less than a month and would like to finish some of my other stories before then as well. Anyway, thanks for your support. Now go read one of my other stories! Love ya, Karma
As the clock in the middle of Sunnydale struck twelve, the entire town went quite. The unnatural silence was more unnerving than noise would ever be. Within minutes, flames filled the sky as the factory on the outskirts of town. Flames lapped at the building and an inhuman shriek filled the air. Soon after, three teenagers and three vampires fled the building.
The next day the only sign of life in the old factory would be a broken doll, miraculously untouched by the flames. Upon further examination of the doll, the chief of police found a tiny, crinkled up letter inside what once was the porcelain head. In childish script it read:
Dearest William,
Don't be sad. What happened was meant to happen. Remember I will always love you.
Love, Edith
The police never did figure out who Edith or William were. They would try to do a writing analyze and finger print test, but neither brought up answers. It was though they had simply disappeared and for a group of people, Edith and William disappeared.
The next evening Drusilla and Spike fled Sunnydale without looking back. They had promised Angel they would stay away from Sunnydale. Drusilla had heard of a hell mouth in Cleveland and a ritual that didn't require the blood of the slayer. Just a drop of sire blood, which Angel gladly gave up.
For Angel, it was difficult at first to adjust to life with out his childer there. Though they had only been in Sunnydale for a little over a week, they had changed Angel's life more than he would ever admit. They had made him finally see that his past would always be there, no matter how hard he tried to push it away.
As for Drusilla and Spike, they soon headed to Cleveland where they promptly did the restoration spell. Though he is no longer weakened from the mob in Prague, it did not rid Spike of his insanity.
Three weeks after the failed spell
"Hey, Buffster." Xander called as he walked into the library. Buffy merely shrugged. "Come on, Buffy, we both know nothing worse can happen than what already has." Buffy's head shot up.
"Xander!" She cried. "Bad Bad luck, remember?" She reminded him.
Just then, Willow ran into the library. "Buffy, someone's ran over the Welcome to Sunnydale sign"
The end, or is it?
As the clock in the middle of Sunnydale struck twelve, the entire town went quite. The unnatural silence was more unnerving than noise would ever be. Within minutes, flames filled the sky as the factory on the outskirts of town. Flames lapped at the building and an inhuman shriek filled the air. Soon after, three teenagers and three vampires fled the building.
The next day the only sign of life in the old factory would be a broken doll, miraculously untouched by the flames. Upon further examination of the doll, the chief of police found a tiny, crinkled up letter inside what once was the porcelain head. In childish script it read:
Dearest William,
Don't be sad. What happened was meant to happen. Remember I will always love you.
Love, Edith
The police never did figure out who Edith or William were. They would try to do a writing analyze and finger print test, but neither brought up answers. It was though they had simply disappeared and for a group of people, Edith and William disappeared.
The next evening Drusilla and Spike fled Sunnydale without looking back. They had promised Angel they would stay away from Sunnydale. Drusilla had heard of a hell mouth in Cleveland and a ritual that didn't require the blood of the slayer. Just a drop of sire blood, which Angel gladly gave up.
For Angel, it was difficult at first to adjust to life with out his childer there. Though they had only been in Sunnydale for a little over a week, they had changed Angel's life more than he would ever admit. They had made him finally see that his past would always be there, no matter how hard he tried to push it away.
As for Drusilla and Spike, they soon headed to Cleveland where they promptly did the restoration spell. Though he is no longer weakened from the mob in Prague, it did not rid Spike of his insanity.
Three weeks after the failed spell
"Hey, Buffster." Xander called as he walked into the library. Buffy merely shrugged. "Come on, Buffy, we both know nothing worse can happen than what already has." Buffy's head shot up.
"Xander!" She cried. "Bad Bad luck, remember?" She reminded him.
Just then, Willow ran into the library. "Buffy, someone's ran over the Welcome to Sunnydale sign"
The end, or is it?