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AN: This is the last chapter! I hope you guys had as much fun reading it as I did writing. Please, please, please review; it makes me a very happy person! If you liked this story, go check out some of my other stories, either at or at my site: Enjoy!
Memories from Dust
Epilogue
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Five years later, Aimee drove past a sign merrily welcoming her to the town of Sunnydale. She wasn't particularly hungry, but decided to stop and stretch her legs a bit.
She was on her way to Los Angeles, but couldn't resist stopping in the Hellmouth; after all, it's the prime tourist stop for demons.
She made her way to the town's only club, The Bronze, wondering if she should kill a few extra humans to put them out of their misery: she'd been here under an hour and was already bored with the place.
She found a seat where she could see the whole club and pick the meal for tonight. Maybe she'd even turn one of them; the vampire had been feeling rather lonely lately.
Suddenly, she sat up in her chair, alert. She smelled something familiar, incredibly familiar, but she couldn't quite say what it was . . .
She followed the scent across the club and standing in a darkened corner she saw him: Angelus.
It had been so long since she'd seen her family. "Angelus!" She cried, enveloping him in a big hug.
"Aimee?" Angel said, incredulous, when he had finally pried the girl off him. "I haven't seen you for ages!"
He looked her up and down. He'd forgotten how pretty she was—gorgeous, really. Her hair was a light, honey-colored brown that framed her face the way the dark liner framed her brown eyes. The hips that curved up to her slender waist . . . if he was still Angelus, he would have had her right then, weather or not they were in the middle of a club.
But he was Angel; he had a soul and he had Buffy.
There was something different about him, Aimee decided, though she couldn't quite pin in down. She let it slide, seeing as she hadn't seen him for years and so he probably had changed.
"Don't tell me you brought Spike along with you."
Aimee shook her head. "Dust."
"Finally got annoyed with him."
"No!" She hit him playfully, and then became somber. "It was a slayer."
"He always was a bit obsessed."
"What about Drusilla?" Aimee asked. "You guys still together?"
"No. Things . . . happened." Angel answered vaguely. He didn't want to tell her he had a soul. She'd figure it out anyway, soon enough.
"Angel?" A chirpy voice called out behind them, followed by a muttered "Why does he always have to hang out in the darkest, furthest corners?"
One whiff of her scent and Aimee knew. "Slayer." She growled, running her tongue across the teeth that would turn to fangs.
Angel shoved her against the wall. "Don't touch her."
Aimee smiled slightly, this was the Angelus she remembered.
"I'm serious." He gave her that look, the 'you better do what I'll say or I'll run you over with a carriage and six horses' (which he actually did do once, Aimee recalled, wondering why she had been so glad to see him) look. "Not a single hair on her head, understood?"
"Yes, Angel." She smirked as he released his grip on her.
The slayer's arms encircled Angel from behind and, surprising Aimee to no end, the blonde slayer leaned over and gave Angel a kiss on the cheek. "Whatcha do—"
"Who's she?" The slayer asked, the relaxed attitude gone as she stepped away from Angel and reached for her stake.
"This is Aimee." He said quickly, "And she is just about to leave."
"But I didn't catch your name." Aimee said with a smile, staying rooted in her spot.
"I'm Buffy." The blonde returned the smile. "Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So prepare to get slayed, vampire."
"I'm—"
"Just about to leave." Angel cut her off. If she killed any humans here in Sunnydale, he would stake her himself. However, she was still family, in the twisted vampire way, and he'd rather she left Sunnydale, keeping herself and the rest of the human population alive.
"I just got here!" Aimee protested.
"She's a vampire, Angel." Buffy sighed. "Just move over and let me stake her."
"Aimee's going to leave, and she's not going to hurt anyone." Angel stated, giving Aimee that look again.
"And why is she going to listen to you?" Buffy asked, pointy wooden stake ready.
"She's my childe's childe's childe."
Buffy looked rather lost.
"Angelus is my great grandsire."
"It's a family hierarchy thing." Angel supplied.
"And a small bit about a carriage and six horses."
"I'd thought you'd forgotten."
"You and your stupid vampire family." Buffy rolled her eyes. "Giles told me that the other one's been spotted here, Drossy or whatever her name is. You know, the nutcase."
"Drusilla." Both vampires responded.
"Yeah, whatever."
"She's here in Sunnydale?" Aimee asked, perking up a bit.
"Yeah."
"Right then, I'm off." She gave Angel a peck on the cheek. "Nice seeing you again, Angelus. Good luck with your slayer."
She left the club, Buffy's "I'm serious Angel, I don't care if she's part of your family; if she's kills anyone, she's dust" drowned out by the nighttime quiet.
Aimee didn't know what to think of Angelus, or Angel as he was now called; he'd changed quite a lot. He was with the slayer, but he wasn't going to kill her . . . she shook it off, opening her nose, ears, and eyes towards finding Drusilla.
She found her, the dark haired vampire, sitting in the graveyard in a formal white gown and weaving flowers into her hair. Drusilla never changed.
"We drank the tea without you." Drusilla informed her. "You were late and it was getting cold."
"I missed you too." Aimee sat down beside her.
"All my boys are gone." Drusilla said sadly, and Aimee wanted nothing more than to make turn her lips into a smile.
"You still have Angelus."
"No, no, no." Her sharp nails tore at the yellow flower. "My daddy's gone from me now, he's locked up by that wicked, wicked Angel creature."
"What are you talking about?" She sometimes wished Dru would be more straightforward.
"Soul." Drusilla said, uttering the word like a curse. "My Angelus got himself a soul, and he won't hurt me anymore."
Aimee sat in a shocked silence, suddenly understanding.
"And my sweet William's gone forever, turned to dust upon the sea." With sudden rage, Drusilla slapped the younger vampire across the face. "You should have taken better care of him!"
"I know." The tears spilled out of Aimee's brown eyes, falling down her cheeks unchecked. "I want him back, Dru! I want my Spike to come back."
Drusilla was soft again, taking Aimee into her arms. "Shhhhh. You can't have Christmas every day. Don't worry, Mummy's here for you. Always here for you."
As Aimee's tears dried up they sat in silence, the comfortable silence off two people used to each other's company.
"Dru," Aimee said excitedly, grabbing the older vampire's hand. "Let's start our family again. Let's turn childer: only the good ones of course."
"Yes." Drusilla said, a smile making her face radiant. "Let's make new boys."
"We'll have a family again." She'd still miss Spike, Aimee knew, but she wasn't alone anymore.
Brown hair, brown eyes, about the same height: the two vampires looked like sisters.
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The End
AN: This is the last chapter! I hope you guys had as much fun reading it as I did writing. Please, please, please review; it makes me a very happy person! If you liked this story, go check out some of my other stories, either at or at my site: Enjoy!
Memories from Dust
Epilogue
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Five years later, Aimee drove past a sign merrily welcoming her to the town of Sunnydale. She wasn't particularly hungry, but decided to stop and stretch her legs a bit.
She was on her way to Los Angeles, but couldn't resist stopping in the Hellmouth; after all, it's the prime tourist stop for demons.
She made her way to the town's only club, The Bronze, wondering if she should kill a few extra humans to put them out of their misery: she'd been here under an hour and was already bored with the place.
She found a seat where she could see the whole club and pick the meal for tonight. Maybe she'd even turn one of them; the vampire had been feeling rather lonely lately.
Suddenly, she sat up in her chair, alert. She smelled something familiar, incredibly familiar, but she couldn't quite say what it was . . .
She followed the scent across the club and standing in a darkened corner she saw him: Angelus.
It had been so long since she'd seen her family. "Angelus!" She cried, enveloping him in a big hug.
"Aimee?" Angel said, incredulous, when he had finally pried the girl off him. "I haven't seen you for ages!"
He looked her up and down. He'd forgotten how pretty she was—gorgeous, really. Her hair was a light, honey-colored brown that framed her face the way the dark liner framed her brown eyes. The hips that curved up to her slender waist . . . if he was still Angelus, he would have had her right then, weather or not they were in the middle of a club.
But he was Angel; he had a soul and he had Buffy.
There was something different about him, Aimee decided, though she couldn't quite pin in down. She let it slide, seeing as she hadn't seen him for years and so he probably had changed.
"Don't tell me you brought Spike along with you."
Aimee shook her head. "Dust."
"Finally got annoyed with him."
"No!" She hit him playfully, and then became somber. "It was a slayer."
"He always was a bit obsessed."
"What about Drusilla?" Aimee asked. "You guys still together?"
"No. Things . . . happened." Angel answered vaguely. He didn't want to tell her he had a soul. She'd figure it out anyway, soon enough.
"Angel?" A chirpy voice called out behind them, followed by a muttered "Why does he always have to hang out in the darkest, furthest corners?"
One whiff of her scent and Aimee knew. "Slayer." She growled, running her tongue across the teeth that would turn to fangs.
Angel shoved her against the wall. "Don't touch her."
Aimee smiled slightly, this was the Angelus she remembered.
"I'm serious." He gave her that look, the 'you better do what I'll say or I'll run you over with a carriage and six horses' (which he actually did do once, Aimee recalled, wondering why she had been so glad to see him) look. "Not a single hair on her head, understood?"
"Yes, Angel." She smirked as he released his grip on her.
The slayer's arms encircled Angel from behind and, surprising Aimee to no end, the blonde slayer leaned over and gave Angel a kiss on the cheek. "Whatcha do—"
"Who's she?" The slayer asked, the relaxed attitude gone as she stepped away from Angel and reached for her stake.
"This is Aimee." He said quickly, "And she is just about to leave."
"But I didn't catch your name." Aimee said with a smile, staying rooted in her spot.
"I'm Buffy." The blonde returned the smile. "Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So prepare to get slayed, vampire."
"I'm—"
"Just about to leave." Angel cut her off. If she killed any humans here in Sunnydale, he would stake her himself. However, she was still family, in the twisted vampire way, and he'd rather she left Sunnydale, keeping herself and the rest of the human population alive.
"I just got here!" Aimee protested.
"She's a vampire, Angel." Buffy sighed. "Just move over and let me stake her."
"Aimee's going to leave, and she's not going to hurt anyone." Angel stated, giving Aimee that look again.
"And why is she going to listen to you?" Buffy asked, pointy wooden stake ready.
"She's my childe's childe's childe."
Buffy looked rather lost.
"Angelus is my great grandsire."
"It's a family hierarchy thing." Angel supplied.
"And a small bit about a carriage and six horses."
"I'd thought you'd forgotten."
"You and your stupid vampire family." Buffy rolled her eyes. "Giles told me that the other one's been spotted here, Drossy or whatever her name is. You know, the nutcase."
"Drusilla." Both vampires responded.
"Yeah, whatever."
"She's here in Sunnydale?" Aimee asked, perking up a bit.
"Yeah."
"Right then, I'm off." She gave Angel a peck on the cheek. "Nice seeing you again, Angelus. Good luck with your slayer."
She left the club, Buffy's "I'm serious Angel, I don't care if she's part of your family; if she's kills anyone, she's dust" drowned out by the nighttime quiet.
Aimee didn't know what to think of Angelus, or Angel as he was now called; he'd changed quite a lot. He was with the slayer, but he wasn't going to kill her . . . she shook it off, opening her nose, ears, and eyes towards finding Drusilla.
She found her, the dark haired vampire, sitting in the graveyard in a formal white gown and weaving flowers into her hair. Drusilla never changed.
"We drank the tea without you." Drusilla informed her. "You were late and it was getting cold."
"I missed you too." Aimee sat down beside her.
"All my boys are gone." Drusilla said sadly, and Aimee wanted nothing more than to make turn her lips into a smile.
"You still have Angelus."
"No, no, no." Her sharp nails tore at the yellow flower. "My daddy's gone from me now, he's locked up by that wicked, wicked Angel creature."
"What are you talking about?" She sometimes wished Dru would be more straightforward.
"Soul." Drusilla said, uttering the word like a curse. "My Angelus got himself a soul, and he won't hurt me anymore."
Aimee sat in a shocked silence, suddenly understanding.
"And my sweet William's gone forever, turned to dust upon the sea." With sudden rage, Drusilla slapped the younger vampire across the face. "You should have taken better care of him!"
"I know." The tears spilled out of Aimee's brown eyes, falling down her cheeks unchecked. "I want him back, Dru! I want my Spike to come back."
Drusilla was soft again, taking Aimee into her arms. "Shhhhh. You can't have Christmas every day. Don't worry, Mummy's here for you. Always here for you."
As Aimee's tears dried up they sat in silence, the comfortable silence off two people used to each other's company.
"Dru," Aimee said excitedly, grabbing the older vampire's hand. "Let's start our family again. Let's turn childer: only the good ones of course."
"Yes." Drusilla said, a smile making her face radiant. "Let's make new boys."
"We'll have a family again." She'd still miss Spike, Aimee knew, but she wasn't alone anymore.
Brown hair, brown eyes, about the same height: the two vampires looked like sisters.
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The End