Epilogue
Agent K looked at the town behind them one last time. It was bizarre, almost as bizarre as his life. He supposed that was why he allowed them to keep their memories of the last few days. The people he and J had met here were truly dedicated and in fearless in the face of evil. They were also insane. So it figured that they were too like him to have their minds wiped.
He only wished he could deal with that vampire girl who had stolen his car. Still she had mentioned Wolfram and Hart. K knew of them. They were not to be trifled with even if you were the Men in Black. Still, between the evil law firm, the Pride, the Champions, and a new presence in Los Angeles K was satisfied she would meet her end relatively soon. That brought a smile to his face.
"Hey K! Zed's sent us a new ride!" J yelled from behind him.
K turned and walked to his youthful partner with a spring in his step. He observed the other MIBs who were there as they conversed and spoke.
"I guess we're done here." J half stated, half asked.
"I guess so." K said looking to the sky, "We got our boy to leave and the town hasn't been flattened, much less the planet. I'd say we filled our quota for the day."
"Let's head back to New York then." J smirked as he began to go for the driver's side.
He heard the buzzing sound of a Deatomizer and turned to see K pointing it at him.
"Of course I was joking. You can drive if you want to." J smiled.
K lowered his weapon.
"Good. We're stopping at Graceland on the way back." K stated as he walked to the car and opened the door.
"Yeah, take a black guy into Tennessee. That's smart." J sighed.
"Just wanted to prove to you once and for all that Elvis was an alien." K said as J closed the passenger side door.
"And how do you plan on that?"
"Well, given his planet's time…tonight is the anniversary of when he faked his death. He ought to be beaming some loyalists of his there a holo-feed and we being who we are can get in and witness it all." K smirked.
"Look how thrilled I am." J groaned.
"Hey Slick, we've earned a vacation."
"Yeah. I haven't had one since I joined up."
"Don't get used to them. You get one every ten years and they're over in three hours."
"Joy."
The bar was buzzing with activity. The Slayer and her group had apparently bested ANOTHER great evil that had come to do battle with her. The demon community was rightfully nervous now. This was bad. Well scratch that: it was abysmal. This woman was a thorn in the side of every demon in town. She had to be stopped.
"I say that we torch her place while she's asleep. Make it look like a house fire." A large winged demon said.
"Maybe form a mob. Burn a cross on her front lawn." A slime covered creature said.
"Yes because I just love being around crosses and fire." A vampire chimed in, rolling its eyes.
"Why don't we just leave her alone?" a large ape looking demon added, "She's not so bad."
"Not so bad? Are you a pussy or just incredibly stupid?" the winged demon asked.
"Hey. She saved my ass a few months ago when those Cenobites rolled into town. Damned S and M bitch gutted me. I barely survived till the Slayer came in. Not to mention she's stopped I can't count how many Apocalypses since she's been here." The ape replied.
"What's your point?" the vampire asked.
"I'm not some demon fundamentalist or zealot. I don't want the world to end. You can't say you actually want the earth sucked into Hell or the First to wipe it out. Oh I forgot. Vampires don't care about anything but feeding." The ape answered.
"You stinkin' racist!" the vampire growled.
"Hey, you're the one without a conscious. Not me." The ape said again.
"I'm with Klobrax." Clem stated as he walked into the argument, "The Slayer's not that bad. She's kind of nice too as long as you're not killing people. You stay out of her way then she stays out of yours."
"I'm a vampire! I have to kill things to eat!"
"Spike's a vampire and he doesn't kill anymore." Clem retorted as he drunk a beer.
"Chips and souls don't count." The slimy demon replied.
"Look, all I'm saying is that we should try to get along. I mean look at us here. We have demons and vampires here. Two kinds coming together. We couldn't do that a hundred years ago even when the Mayor tried to have us get along." Klobrax the ape-like demon stated, "But here we are now sharing some drinks. And ya know, I got some friends that are human. Willy's human and we've bullshitted with him for years. We can get along."
"But she's a Slayer!" the vampire growled, "Primarily a vampire Slayer at that! How do I get along with that? She's killed hundreds of my kind!"
"Well if you didn't kill people that'd probably be a start."
Every demon head (and heads too) turned and watched the Slayer as she waltzed into the bar. One vampire began to even try and make a move on her until his sire held him back. Spike walked in behind Buffy, his duster swaying. One alone was bad enough, but the both of them were crazy to try and handle. A woman in black leather followed them with a matching duster and face paint. A crow perched on her shoulder. This was the Crow that the demons had heard so much about. One of the dead seekers of vengeance. Her friends called her Tara.
Three more followed her. A tall muscular black man with a stake in his hand, a shorter brunette who moved almost as gracefully as the Slayer, and a reasonably tall black haired man who seemed to be uneasy but also armed.
Finally there was the red witch that still had various members of the demon community trembling. She was rarely seen but when she was it was never good. She was power upon power. Her rage had nearly torn the town apart, and while still somewhat inexperienced, her power and skill were growing exponentially. She KNEW the Sorcerer Supreme.
"Now then. I'm glad I got your attention. Willow?" Buffy said to her friend.
Willow snapped her fingers as small sparks flew from them.
"It's done." She replied to Buffy.
"Beautiful. My friend here just linked me up to every demon, vampire, ghost, monster and anything else in town so you can all see what I have to say. Frankly, I've had a rough night. I have those quite a lot. Could be the funny fact that I've been called as a Slayer. Silly thought maybe but it passed through my pretty little head. But even though it was rough, I'm still standing. Another one bites that dust. How many does that make now? The Master, the Mayor, Adam and Glory are dead." She said, "I even defeated the First. THE FIRST!"
She had of course lied slightly at Glory's demise seeing as how she was kind of ruling Hell at the moment, but she wanted their attention.
"The Slayer of Slayers, Spike, stands at my left. The most powerful Wicca in the western hemisphere is at my right. One quick phone call and Angelus will be right here at my side too. If I have any enemies left they're not in this town because they're afraid of me. And rightfully so. Bacchus is dead too. Hmm, let's see Bacchus is gone, I killed the Master, I killed Lothos, and I even managed to beat Dracula himself once. So what kind of picture am I painting here?"
Buffy walked forward a bit.
"Don't fuck with the Slayer. That's what I'm trying to say. I've been reactive long enough but I can't afford that anymore. I'm going to be proactive. I'll still hunt, but I won't just hunt at night. I'll come after you in the day. I'll drag a vampire out in the sun and send his ashes to anyone else that decides to be a tough guy. If say you're a demon that can only die by drowning: you're going into the ocean in concrete shoes. Some new big aggressive demon rolls into town, I'm be on him like white on rice before he can even think to come after me or my friends. You decide to play nice though and I won't bother you. You got every bit as much right to live here as me or any humans, but you violate that right by killing. From now on I am the law in this town and we're the demon police." Buffy commanded.
The vampire who had been arguing a little earlier had had quite enough of this and quickly grabbed a pool cue. In a flash it was severed in half as Xena's chakram returned to Buffy's hand.
"I am not joking." Buffy glared, giving the vampire a look that froze his blood, "From now on you won't have to wait for some new Big Bad to show up. From now on, the Slayer IS the Big Bad here."
The Predator docked with the mother ship. He had gone on a hunt and been victorious. He was not longer a Hunt Master, he was a Warrior now. A true Warrior.
Exiting his shuttle, he walked amongst others of his kind. All were silent, observing him, observing the lack of an arm. He knew they saw him as a cripple but he didn't care. He had won a pivotal battle and taken glorious prey. To the pits with them.
Slowly he walked through the mists to his progenitor, who was patiently waiting. He lowered his head in honor to the one who had helped bring him into the universe. His progenitor looked him over, taking in the wounds that had been inflicted upon him. With silent words and motions they had a conversation. The younger Predator looked to his progenitor and the older one nodded.
If a smile could be seen, the younger Predator had one as he was marked as a Warrior: the highest rank in their race. He was equal to his progenitor now. So he turned and looked to his soldiers, his hunters. They who had been critical of him, they who had nearly scoffed when they saw he was a cripple. Now he had the satisfaction that they knew he was the most dangerous cripple on the ship. He looked to their eyes and from one to another for several tense moments.
Then he raised the skull of Bacchus with his good arm and howled wildly. And the howls of the other Predators joined him, echoing throughout the ship and into the boundless corridors of infinity. Life goes on.
The End.