Home. He was home. But when? He followed Whistler out of the crypt. The bright sun hurt his eyes after so long in the dark. He looked around. He recognised everything. It was HIS Sunnydale. The Sunnydale he'd grown up in and loved, until he found out the truth about it and its other inhabitants. Inhabitants he was now responsible for letting loose on it. He felt a twinge of guilt mix in with his relief.
But he had gone to this crypt in the shadow of Mt Doom. Looking around, he also recognised his surroundings as the ones where he lost his humanity. Mt Doom was none other than the place he'd hiked in his youth. A chill ran up his spine. Sunnydale was built in the shadow of that evil place? It just kept getting better and better.
"I have a question," he said finally.
"Yeah kid?" Whistler had been expecting many questions. He knew this would just be the trickle before the onslaught.
"If I am here, now, the first Vampire and all that, how does it work?"
"How does what work?" asked a very puzzled Whistler. This kid was more confusing than he was, and confusion was HIS curse.
"My life before I left. I was a normal person. I grew up with Willow, killed vampires and Demons with Buffy..." he paused and looked sheepishly at Whistler. "Bad Demons of course," he added. "Am I s'posed to show up now all Vampirish and start a relationship with everyone? And what about when they show up and take me back to Middle Earth? What the hell happens then?"
'Oh boy,' Whistler thought to himself. Why did he always get the hard ones? First Angel, now this. At least he was spared from having to explain all this to the boy.
"All in time," he replied, still walking away from the crypt.
"No," Xander snapped forcefully. "I think now is a good time for some answers. Also, what do you mean she fooled me? Maybe now was when I was needed. Maybe you translated it wrong."
He was trying desperately to cling onto the hope that he had been forgiven for Faith/Belyndra's death and the things he had done.
"Follow me," Whistler said softly. He understood things must be difficult for Xander to grasp, but it wasn't his place to explain this to him. His 'bosses' had reserved that job for themselves. "I'll take you to get your answers."
"He's awake," the male figure said, smiling at his female companion.
"Yes. He is on his way to us at last. He should have been here many centuries ago though."
"The Elf in her pain betrayed the cause. She cursed him thinking he would sleep for all eternity, but she didn't count on the other one."
"Pain? Love is such a pitiful thing. It causes nothing but pain, yet still these creatures fall for it. I had hoped she would be stronger."
The female slowly walked behind the male one and touched his shoulder lightly. He acknowledged the touch with a nod of his head. She was right. Love was such a primitive, human emotion. It brought forth such behaviours from those it touched. Selfish and unworthy behaviours.
"Whistler approaches with the one. We are agreed?" the male said at last.
"Agreed," the female nodded.
Xander followed Whistler in silence. He had no choice but to trust the weird little Demon man. All those years of history and culture behind him, and he actually chose to dress like that? Stuck in the 70s much? He shook his head. 'Oh my god' he thought, 'I sound just like Cordelia'.
"There is nothing wrong with the way I dress," Whistler snapped. "I like it. Sheesh you sound just like Ang..." He caught himself. "Someone else I know."
"Angel?" Xander gasped. "You know deadboy?"
"Angela, my ex-girlfriend actually," Whistler replied, hoping he'd buy it.
He didn't.
"So how do you know deadboy?"
"I don't. We're here," he said, safe from anymore of Xander's questions.
"We're where?"
"You'll get all your answers here. But for now, I must go."
Before Xander could speak, he vanished leaving him standing alone before a door he'd never seen before.
"ENTER," boomed a deep voice.
Xander pushed the door open and walked through it. It slammed shut behind him.
"COME," the voice boomed again.
Xander walked along the hallway, following the echoing. He stepped out into a huge room filled with light. A male and female figure stood in the centre of the room.
"Nice decor," Xander said looking around the empty room. "I hope the decorator didn't overcharge you."
The female circled around Xander slowly. The male stayed where he was, just watching.
"You know what you are?" the female asked.
"Yes," Xander replied.
"And what is that?" the male asked.
"A Vampire."
"The FIRST Vampire," the female added. "You are the one we have waited for. You have much to do."
"Hang on. Do?"
The male laughed. He shot a look over to the female and nodded when he caught her eye.
"You remember your life, here, before?" asked the female.
Xander nodded.
"Don't worry," the male said. "Soon you won't."
"Huh? Excuse me?"
"Your past will stay with you. The past that existed before this day in human time, but what is yet to be will be wiped from your mind. It will be as it never was. Everything will be lived again. You will live it again, as if you never had. All memories of you will be placed in the minds of your friends. They will remember everything as you do, but in reality, it never happened. You disrupted time, now time has disrupted you."
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Author's note: This will be explained in time.
But he had gone to this crypt in the shadow of Mt Doom. Looking around, he also recognised his surroundings as the ones where he lost his humanity. Mt Doom was none other than the place he'd hiked in his youth. A chill ran up his spine. Sunnydale was built in the shadow of that evil place? It just kept getting better and better.
"I have a question," he said finally.
"Yeah kid?" Whistler had been expecting many questions. He knew this would just be the trickle before the onslaught.
"If I am here, now, the first Vampire and all that, how does it work?"
"How does what work?" asked a very puzzled Whistler. This kid was more confusing than he was, and confusion was HIS curse.
"My life before I left. I was a normal person. I grew up with Willow, killed vampires and Demons with Buffy..." he paused and looked sheepishly at Whistler. "Bad Demons of course," he added. "Am I s'posed to show up now all Vampirish and start a relationship with everyone? And what about when they show up and take me back to Middle Earth? What the hell happens then?"
'Oh boy,' Whistler thought to himself. Why did he always get the hard ones? First Angel, now this. At least he was spared from having to explain all this to the boy.
"All in time," he replied, still walking away from the crypt.
"No," Xander snapped forcefully. "I think now is a good time for some answers. Also, what do you mean she fooled me? Maybe now was when I was needed. Maybe you translated it wrong."
He was trying desperately to cling onto the hope that he had been forgiven for Faith/Belyndra's death and the things he had done.
"Follow me," Whistler said softly. He understood things must be difficult for Xander to grasp, but it wasn't his place to explain this to him. His 'bosses' had reserved that job for themselves. "I'll take you to get your answers."
"He's awake," the male figure said, smiling at his female companion.
"Yes. He is on his way to us at last. He should have been here many centuries ago though."
"The Elf in her pain betrayed the cause. She cursed him thinking he would sleep for all eternity, but she didn't count on the other one."
"Pain? Love is such a pitiful thing. It causes nothing but pain, yet still these creatures fall for it. I had hoped she would be stronger."
The female slowly walked behind the male one and touched his shoulder lightly. He acknowledged the touch with a nod of his head. She was right. Love was such a primitive, human emotion. It brought forth such behaviours from those it touched. Selfish and unworthy behaviours.
"Whistler approaches with the one. We are agreed?" the male said at last.
"Agreed," the female nodded.
Xander followed Whistler in silence. He had no choice but to trust the weird little Demon man. All those years of history and culture behind him, and he actually chose to dress like that? Stuck in the 70s much? He shook his head. 'Oh my god' he thought, 'I sound just like Cordelia'.
"There is nothing wrong with the way I dress," Whistler snapped. "I like it. Sheesh you sound just like Ang..." He caught himself. "Someone else I know."
"Angel?" Xander gasped. "You know deadboy?"
"Angela, my ex-girlfriend actually," Whistler replied, hoping he'd buy it.
He didn't.
"So how do you know deadboy?"
"I don't. We're here," he said, safe from anymore of Xander's questions.
"We're where?"
"You'll get all your answers here. But for now, I must go."
Before Xander could speak, he vanished leaving him standing alone before a door he'd never seen before.
"ENTER," boomed a deep voice.
Xander pushed the door open and walked through it. It slammed shut behind him.
"COME," the voice boomed again.
Xander walked along the hallway, following the echoing. He stepped out into a huge room filled with light. A male and female figure stood in the centre of the room.
"Nice decor," Xander said looking around the empty room. "I hope the decorator didn't overcharge you."
The female circled around Xander slowly. The male stayed where he was, just watching.
"You know what you are?" the female asked.
"Yes," Xander replied.
"And what is that?" the male asked.
"A Vampire."
"The FIRST Vampire," the female added. "You are the one we have waited for. You have much to do."
"Hang on. Do?"
The male laughed. He shot a look over to the female and nodded when he caught her eye.
"You remember your life, here, before?" asked the female.
Xander nodded.
"Don't worry," the male said. "Soon you won't."
"Huh? Excuse me?"
"Your past will stay with you. The past that existed before this day in human time, but what is yet to be will be wiped from your mind. It will be as it never was. Everything will be lived again. You will live it again, as if you never had. All memories of you will be placed in the minds of your friends. They will remember everything as you do, but in reality, it never happened. You disrupted time, now time has disrupted you."
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Author's note: This will be explained in time.