Here is yet another alternative ending for the series. I thought this up
a while ago and just recently got to write it up. There is a lot of room
for change although I have a good idea about what will be coming up next.
Please R&R to tell me if I should bother. 170017
(By the way this is told so far in first person with Buffy as the main character. I think that I might switch that to someone else in the next chapter though. What do you think?)
I walked into the W&H building ready for a fight. Truthfully I had expected more of a welcoming committee when I got here but surprisingly there were no demons, allies or bad guys of any kind. Where were they? Was I too late? This was a world I had never imagined. Not a world like the always-buzzing city of LA I recalled. I had lived here for most of my life before coming to Sunnydale and it had never been so silent. I felt so sad at the utter muteness of it.
Walking in I noticed the caved in ceiling and walls. What had happened here? Where were the workers? I know that there should be somebody here... How late was I really?
I strode up the collapsing stairs upwards but there wasn't anyone there either. As I scanned the room I suddenly realized that I was wrong. There was someone here. Only they weren't alive.
But that still meant that I could figure a little bit about what had happened? Looking down at the man I felt very sorry for him. What had he had to go through? Had he been in pain? I reached down slowly and checked his pulse. No, there wasn't one but I think I knew that before I had bent down to check. I looked at my fingers to find blood. I was revolted by it and wiped the blood on the man's coat as fast as I could. I don't think I've ever felt that way about a body before. Usually they are just things that are there; their blood can't hurt you. This time though I felt like It was the most disrespectful thing I had ever done. Somehow this time it all felt different.
The body sputtered. It mumbled awake as I watched. What was happening? I know he wasn't alive, he wasn't breathing. His eyes sprung open gapping at mine. He rose quickly as if propelled forward on a string. "How- you were... dead?" I voiced looking straight into his eyes. He had a very business all the time look. Most likely a lawyer or something like that. Why was he the only one here though?
"Buffy Summers?" He asked although I have the feeling he already knew. I didn't nod but he continued on, "It takes more than that to kill someone like me." He smirked as he stood watching my further shocked state. I stepped back, now at the entrance to the stairs. Why was I so afraid of this- this man? He didn't seem at all alarmed at my response. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He glanced down the stairs and feeling as if he would gladly push me I stepped aside. "That's good. Don't look so worried. Haven't you ever a dead guy before?" He asked sarcastically, "I think you dated a couple." He sneered at me and all I wanted to do was punch him. Why had I been so silly before? He couldn't hurt me. It was only my imagination pulling me into thinking the worst. Maybe he wasn't so bad. But how had he known about who I had dated? Who was he? Why was he here? I desperately searched his eyes but they didn't help me at all.
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(a bit later)
Time had passed so quickly, with us standing there. It had seemed all so fast but now looking at him I know that isn't true. Neither of us had moved but somehow you could sense the time change. He still had that same smirk on his face and now I knew that something was really wrong. Why wasn't I doing anything? Why didn't I ask him what had happened? Why was this man not doing anything? I had to leave find Angel, his gang whoever. They could fill me in. If they were alive that was.
The man still staring at me decided that he couldn't keep this up anymore and slowly moved a step closer. I didn't react as he moved another. He opened his mouth and pronounced the first words that had been spoken in a while, "You know you should've been out there helping."
I looked at him strangely as he pointed out the window that now was hardly one at all. The shattered glass was around the floor as I peeked out, fast as to not leave this man without guard. I looked back seeing what he must have been implying. There were demons everywhere and not only them but dragons and other creatures. The scene reminded me of the day I had fought Glory. The creatures were the same only in a new city. I was even in about the same viewing range as then. Above the city watching not fighting them as I thought I should be. As I needed to be. Back then I hadn't entered the fight trying to save Dawn; it had happened so long ago though. Now I was faced with them all over again and I was already too late. I turned back to the man who was watching the city as well.
"You know they're out there fighting," he told me. Angel and his gang I guessed he meant. Who else would he have meat? Where else would they be? "They're going to fail," he paused, "The world is doomed." He snickered softly. I don't think he wanted me to hear his cruelty but I did.
"I should..." I started but he cut me off.
"You can't, there's nothing you can do, well nothing except..." He said trailing off. I looked into his eyes again knowing that whatever he had in mind would not be easy nor would It be any fun. "By the way my names Hamilton. I think we have some business to do." He laughed again and I glanced out the window. I could hear the sounds of the fight below. Not fighting Angel and his gang. Wherever they were but the sounds of the creatures fighting themselves while causing more destruction to the city.
Okay that was it. Thank you for reading! 170017
(By the way this is told so far in first person with Buffy as the main character. I think that I might switch that to someone else in the next chapter though. What do you think?)
I walked into the W&H building ready for a fight. Truthfully I had expected more of a welcoming committee when I got here but surprisingly there were no demons, allies or bad guys of any kind. Where were they? Was I too late? This was a world I had never imagined. Not a world like the always-buzzing city of LA I recalled. I had lived here for most of my life before coming to Sunnydale and it had never been so silent. I felt so sad at the utter muteness of it.
Walking in I noticed the caved in ceiling and walls. What had happened here? Where were the workers? I know that there should be somebody here... How late was I really?
I strode up the collapsing stairs upwards but there wasn't anyone there either. As I scanned the room I suddenly realized that I was wrong. There was someone here. Only they weren't alive.
But that still meant that I could figure a little bit about what had happened? Looking down at the man I felt very sorry for him. What had he had to go through? Had he been in pain? I reached down slowly and checked his pulse. No, there wasn't one but I think I knew that before I had bent down to check. I looked at my fingers to find blood. I was revolted by it and wiped the blood on the man's coat as fast as I could. I don't think I've ever felt that way about a body before. Usually they are just things that are there; their blood can't hurt you. This time though I felt like It was the most disrespectful thing I had ever done. Somehow this time it all felt different.
The body sputtered. It mumbled awake as I watched. What was happening? I know he wasn't alive, he wasn't breathing. His eyes sprung open gapping at mine. He rose quickly as if propelled forward on a string. "How- you were... dead?" I voiced looking straight into his eyes. He had a very business all the time look. Most likely a lawyer or something like that. Why was he the only one here though?
"Buffy Summers?" He asked although I have the feeling he already knew. I didn't nod but he continued on, "It takes more than that to kill someone like me." He smirked as he stood watching my further shocked state. I stepped back, now at the entrance to the stairs. Why was I so afraid of this- this man? He didn't seem at all alarmed at my response. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He glanced down the stairs and feeling as if he would gladly push me I stepped aside. "That's good. Don't look so worried. Haven't you ever a dead guy before?" He asked sarcastically, "I think you dated a couple." He sneered at me and all I wanted to do was punch him. Why had I been so silly before? He couldn't hurt me. It was only my imagination pulling me into thinking the worst. Maybe he wasn't so bad. But how had he known about who I had dated? Who was he? Why was he here? I desperately searched his eyes but they didn't help me at all.
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(a bit later)
Time had passed so quickly, with us standing there. It had seemed all so fast but now looking at him I know that isn't true. Neither of us had moved but somehow you could sense the time change. He still had that same smirk on his face and now I knew that something was really wrong. Why wasn't I doing anything? Why didn't I ask him what had happened? Why was this man not doing anything? I had to leave find Angel, his gang whoever. They could fill me in. If they were alive that was.
The man still staring at me decided that he couldn't keep this up anymore and slowly moved a step closer. I didn't react as he moved another. He opened his mouth and pronounced the first words that had been spoken in a while, "You know you should've been out there helping."
I looked at him strangely as he pointed out the window that now was hardly one at all. The shattered glass was around the floor as I peeked out, fast as to not leave this man without guard. I looked back seeing what he must have been implying. There were demons everywhere and not only them but dragons and other creatures. The scene reminded me of the day I had fought Glory. The creatures were the same only in a new city. I was even in about the same viewing range as then. Above the city watching not fighting them as I thought I should be. As I needed to be. Back then I hadn't entered the fight trying to save Dawn; it had happened so long ago though. Now I was faced with them all over again and I was already too late. I turned back to the man who was watching the city as well.
"You know they're out there fighting," he told me. Angel and his gang I guessed he meant. Who else would he have meat? Where else would they be? "They're going to fail," he paused, "The world is doomed." He snickered softly. I don't think he wanted me to hear his cruelty but I did.
"I should..." I started but he cut me off.
"You can't, there's nothing you can do, well nothing except..." He said trailing off. I looked into his eyes again knowing that whatever he had in mind would not be easy nor would It be any fun. "By the way my names Hamilton. I think we have some business to do." He laughed again and I glanced out the window. I could hear the sounds of the fight below. Not fighting Angel and his gang. Wherever they were but the sounds of the creatures fighting themselves while causing more destruction to the city.
Okay that was it. Thank you for reading! 170017