Disclaimers: All characters here are owned by Joss Whedon and Co. They are in no way mine, and there is going to be no profit made from this story, except for my personal enjoyment.

Distribution: Anywhere, just tell me where it's going, and give me credit (The-Aussie-Witch)

Spoilers: Season 6, and some Season 7 spoilers

Rating: PG-13 because of violence and language, and because there is no M-15 on Fanfiction.net (An Australian Rating standing for Mature Audiences, fifteen and older).

Summary: starts straight from the minute Grave left off! I am not a Spike and Buffy 'shipper' and I'm not sure if things will be right between those two as of yet (Maybe, maybe not).

Timeframe: After season 6, as stated, but I will gradually skip over Season 7 and go into AU, similar to Season 7, but not very… the basic ideas are similar, but BIGGER

Authors Note: Got the last chapter of this up, check my author profile for the Sequel coming out soon! I didn't intend to do this, but I'm doing it now, cause once again, I got a different idea where to take this story.

Chapter 16

Once he regained consciousness, he tried to look around at his surroundings. Nothing he saw was familiar to him. He could see that he was in some type of cavern, as he was surrounded by rock, and there was sunlight coming in from an entrance not too far away. He was chained up against the wall, arms outstretched beside him. Roger struggled to stay awake as his eyes drooped. He knew that he shouldn't feel tired, but he did. Soon, a figure in a red hooded robe entered the cavern, carrying two large glass jars, a small glass jar, and a knife. Roger knew something about the mystical world, and he knew that the large glass jars were each a mòping, a jar for storage of mystical energy, impervious to magick. What they were for, he didn't know. He saw that the small glass jar was just an ordinary everyday jar, and Roger took one guess what it's purpose was for: to store his blood. That would explain the knife as well.

"Let me go. The Watchers Council of England will not accept the murder of one of their watchers," Roger said to the red robed figure. It just ignored him and continued on with it's work. It started chanting a language Roger had never heard of before, and slowly, a flat circular area raised itself up out of the ground. There was a large outer circle, almost like a border, and a smaller inner circle with a penticle (5 pointed star) engraved in it. The circular platform stood half a foot above the ground. The hooded figure walked over to the middle of the penticle and knelt, facing Roger. He started chanting something unintelligible to Roger, and a pale yellow circle of energy formed around the outside of the platform. In a second, Roger felt a great pain in his chest, and saw that the hooded figure was now standing before him, holding the knife sticking out of his chest. Roger felt a hot fiery sensation spreading around his body, and knew that he was going to die of blood loss. In the last moments of his life, he thought he saw a figure, low to the ground which almost looked like a caveman, with painted stripes entering the cave…

Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of Los Angeles

Captain Ricketts was sitting on the back of his boat with a line in. He hadn't been successful in catching anything yet. Well, personally he hadn't been successful in catching anything, but he and his crew aboard the White Celeste, a fishing trawler out of San Diego had fulfilled there required quota for the week and were going to head back into shore as soon as the first light. He was startled when he saw a large amount of big bubbles on the surface of the water only ten metres away. He thought it was just nothing and went back to his fishing rod. Even though he was a commercial fisherman aboard a fishing trawler, he didn't mind putting the odd line in every now and then.

He had been sitting there for another twenty minutes without even a bite. He was just about to get up and put the rod away when he sensed someone standing behind him. He turned around and saw that it was not one of his crew. He was soaked to the bone, and looked terrible. Worse of all, there was something horribly wrong with his face. He didn't get the chance for a closer look as the person, if that what it could be called, grabbed him around the neck and sank his teeth into it. Captain Ricketts put up as much of a fight as possible, but he wasn't strong enough. He just had enough time to see one of his crewmates lying on the table inside the boat before he blacked out.

Spike felt a sudden surge of energy enter his body. He didn't know what to do, and didn't know what was causing it. He could see that the driver slammed on the brakes and was checking over him. He couldn't help but smirk as the energy was going through him as the driver muttered "shit" under his breath.

After it was over however, Spike had felt like he'd lost something of his, a part of him, and he had a sneaking suspicion in the back of his mind of what it was.

Meanwhile in Sunnydale, California

Xander didn't know what he was going to do about Anya. He felt extremely guilty over leaving her at the altar and what had happened after that. He put up the visage that he was fairly alright with it now, but he wasn't. It was eating away at him like nothing he'd ever felt before. He felt like the world's most horrible person for that, and what's worse, he knew that it might be right. Every now and then, a little voice would pop into his head and say 'of course that's not true, it can't be', but that voice was there only every now and then. Overall, he felt horrible, like he couldn't keep on with his life. Granted, he wasn't going to commit suicide, no matter what he did, but some days, he felt like it. He knew that it must be worse for Anya though, well, when she was human anyway. He figured that's why she went and got turned back into a vengeance demon again.

On top of all of that was the worry about Willow. His Willow. What she was going through in England. The last phone call from Giles hadn't sounded too good, and he knew that something must be wrong as he didn't call back as he said he would. He wanted to get over there as soon as possible. If it were up to him, he'd be on the next flight out of Sunnydale and he'd be heading straight for England, but unfortunately, it wasn't that easy.

Dawn could tell that there was something troubling her sister as she slept. Dawn herself had been trying to sleep, but it wouldn't come as she heard thumping and loud sounds through the wall. Frustrated, she had stormed out of her room to Buffy's, and when she opened the door, she saw her sister thrashing about on the bed, a look of distress on her face. Dawn had tried to wake Buffy up, but nothing had worked. She'd tried shaking her, and yelling in her ear. She had even splashed cold water on her, but nothing worked. At the moment she was contemplating what else she could do to wake her sister up, or to call Xander and see what he could do. She decided to call Xander because she'd run out of ideas short of causing her sister physical pain.

It was a hot day, and the sun burnt down with it's full ferocity. Buffy could feel her skin burning only after five minutes. She recognised this place, she'd been here before, but she couldn't place her finger on it. Looking around, she saw a place for a fire, and that it had recently been lit as smoke was still wafting its way up out of the smouldering ashes. There was a large log turned over obviously to sit on, and she could just see that there was something on the other side of it. Buffy walked over to the log and looked at the ground. There were sharp sticks assembled along the ground in a row: stakes. Buffy immediately recognised where she was. This was where she had met the First Slayer, a cave woman with the powers of the Slayer. Buffy turned around, looking for her, but couldn't find any trace of the creature. From what Buffy could remember, the First Slayer was far from what she in her day would call a person, but Buffy didn't see it that way. There were obviously things she didn't know, and couldn't know about the time that the First Slayer inhabited. She caught a movement behind a large pile of boulders that looked like they had been picked up and placed there. Slowly and cautiously Buffy crept forward to the boulders, unsure of what she would find.

A noise behind her caused Buffy to spin around. She saw Angel standing behind her, looking around at his surroundings, taking everything in. She also saw something else. She saw the First Slayer, crouched behind the log where the stakes were. In an instant, the First Slayer sprang up and raced towards Angel. Buffy could see that there was a stake in her hand, and before she knew what was happening, a pointed end was sticking out through Angel's chest, the First Slayer holding it at her back.

"ANGEL!!! NO!!!" Buffy yelled. Buffy charged towards him, grabbing at him as he started to turn to dust. It seemed to take a lifetime for it to happen, but when it did, Buffy knew that he was gone and collapsed onto the ground. Buffy looked up at the First Slayer, obvious confusion, pain, anger, and hurt in her eyes. "What did you do," she whispered, not able to speak the words. The First Slayer just replied;

"What was needed to be done.. Not everything is as it should be." Buffy didn't seem to listen to her words, and got up and sprung at the First Slayer. The Fist Slayer grabbed Buffy, and using her momentum, threw Buffy over herself onto her back, behind the First Slayer. Before Buffy could get up, she was hit by a series of images.

She saw Angel standing in a large warehouse, with Wesley kneeling before him, barely conscious. He snapped Wesley's neck without hesitation.

Next, she saw herself fighting vampires in Sunnydale, and barely winning. She could sense from the vision that it was a big fight, one with importance. And the vampires didn't look like they were the normal vampires of Sunnydale.

She saw Willow, sitting with her back to a wall, her legs along the ground, breathing hard. Buffy heard her saying over and over again that she 'can't do it, won't do it'. It almost broke her heart to see Willow like that. She also saw Giles next to her, and another girl, helping her do whatever she was going to do. S

She saw herself and Xander running in a large underground cavern where there was lots of fighting. She could see others, other girls, like her, fighting vampires and all kinds of demons. The numbers were overwhelming, and most of all, Buffy saw herself doing things that she wouldn't even be able to think about doing now.

The Visions stopped, and Buffy lay exhausted on the ground. She replayed everything she could see in the visions in her head, until she remembered that the First Slayer was there. She flipped up into a fighting stance and looked around, but there was nothing anywhere. She walked over to where the First Slayer's stakes were and grabbed one.

"What are you afraid of B?" a voice behind her said. Buffy spun around and saw Faith standing in front of the fire, where she had been what seemed like hours ago. "There's nothing here, just little ol' me," Faith said, spreading her arms out to show herself off.

"Why are you here Faith?" Buffy said, not trusting anything, anyone.

"Why are you?" Faith asked back.

"Because I'm the Slayer," Buffy replied back.

"What, and I'm not?" Faith asked back again. Buffy still couldn't trust Faith, no matter what. She was still the same manipulative murdering bitch she was back in Sunnydale two and three years ago.

"No, you're not," Buffy replied. She launched herself at Faith, but before she knew what was happening, Faith had swept her legs out from under her, and Buffy was laying on the ground looking up at the sky. She flipped up, ready to face off against Faith again. She threw a punch at her, but Faith blocked it, and with her other hand knocked the stake out of Buffy's grasp. She held onto the arm she'd blocked and grabbed Buffy under the chin and lifted her off the ground.

"Yes. I am," Faith said coldly to Buffy before literally throwing her away. Buffy was on the ground again. She got up again, but Faith was gone. She relaxed a bit, but heard a noise behind the boulders again. Before Buffy could investigate, a figure stepped out from behind the boulders. It was a very familiar figure.

"You don't even know what you are… what's to come… it's only just begun," Tara said.

The end….

Check the Sequel coming out soon

It'll have a title along the lines of "It's the end of the world as we know it" or something like that…. Just check my Author Profile and you'll see it. The reason why I've ended this story and making a sequel is because, well, yea…my train of ideas for this ends around about here, and if you couldn't tell, the last chapter was just a setup for the next story…. Also, I got a very good idea of what to do after watching the finale of Buffy, season 7, and I'm going to incorporate those ideas into the next story… Expect it to be BIGGER than Season 7, but more realistic! And when I mean BIGGER, I mean BIGGER…. BIGGER battles, bigger fight scenes, bigger stakes (As in what the battles are fought for, not as in weapons), yea, and BIGGER everything else too.

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