Chapter 1: The quest
Dawn Summers lay in her bed. Crying. Her sister had sacrificed herself for Dawn only a week ago. But with her mother and now sister both dead, Dawn felt very empty.....but not empty enough to spare her tears. Sure, Willow and Tera were living with her. And she saw Spike just about every day. But it wasn't the same. She missed Buffy more then anyone could understand. Tears just rolled down her cheeks.
All of the sudden, a large fire errupted in her room. It was person shaped, sort of. And there was a voice coming from it saying "Behold the Metatron, voice of the one true god. Behold the Metatron, voice of the one true god. Behold the Metatron, voice of the one true god." Having grown up on the Hellmouth, Dawn was used to seeing all kinds of weird things. And not being in an extremely social and understanding mood, grabbed a blanked and leaped at the figure, encasing it in the blanket and knocking it to the ground.
"Die you demon bastard. You know whose room you're in?" she screamed.
"Get off me." Dawn looked under the blanket to see a man with black hair, and a very anoyed look on his face. "Of course i know whose room i'm in. Now if you would please let me up, i think all can be explained.....Honestly, jumping at a giant flame....not much brains going up there, is there."
"Who are you?" asked Dawn sitting back on her bed.
"Well, if i wasn't so rudely interupted by your impression of Geronimo, I would have told you. Behold." all of the sudden Dawn saw two wings behind the man apear. "I am the Metatron."
"Why does that name sound familiar....."
"The voice of god? Geeze.....nobody knows anything these days......if its not on MTV....."
"Hey, i know plenty of things....i just happen to read so much on demons and things that some of the names are hard to remember. How many girls do you know my age can tell you the names of all the demons of ancient Carpathia?"
"Woo whoo....you read books. That's a rarety amongst your generation. So then I assume you know something about me?"
"Only that you're the voice of 'god'. But personally, i don't really believe in god. I mean, i know there are gods, and demons, and angels and everything. But in the one 'god'..... not a big fallower."
"Why am i not surprised. Here of all places, where people need god, few beleive in her....."
"So, mister voice, what brings you to the hellmouth? and more particular, my bedroom? If you didn't know, i'm kind of grieving....and being reminded of the after life doesn't help much....if you catch my drift."
"Well, aren't you right to the point? Ok then. I'm here to charge you with a quest."
"Nope, not interested. You have the wrong Summers girl, and late at that."
"Buffy couldn't do what i'm asking you to do" Upon hearing Buffy's name, tears started to role back down Dawn's cheek.
"Get out. NOW!! I want nothing to do with you gods and demons. You took my sister away from me. Leave."
"Now i know you miss your sister, but don't you think she'd want you to be brave and strong? and save the world?" The disgruntled angel said.
"Save the world? What do you mean?"
"Well, if you'd let me get on with it. You're the key correct?"
"Not anymore. After my sister shut the gate, there's nothing for me to open. I'm a key with out a door."
"That's not entirerly correct.....you see, keys don't just open doors, they lock them as well. And that's why i'm here. All i'm asking you to do is go on a little trip, walk through a doorway, which will lock a gateway. That's pretty much it."
"Why do i smell fine print?"
"Ok, the fine print is that there are some very nasty people that want the gateway to stay open."
"Doesn't sound too hard, we do this thing all the time."
"The rest of the scoobies aren't going with you.....they have other things to do....such as protect Sunnydale."
"I can't do something like this alone....i'm too young....my friends are always there."
"Don't worry. You won't be doing this alone. Three will accompany you....well, more like four....There are two profits that will lead you to where you have to go. You will meet them soon. You're recognize them by the ape they travel with. Not too many people travel with an ape."
"And these profits can fight off the nasties?"
"Well, they can fight. But not what lies ahead. For that, is the other that will join you. The protector. You will recognize him by him saving you life from many enemies at once. That's pretty much all the info i have for you. And i should point out that the fate of the world rests on this."
"Doesn't it always?"
With those words, Dawn found herself waking up. It was morning. Weird. She thought. She got up out of bed and headed to the kitchen. She was hungry. She found Willow and Tera already in the kitchen. They were discussing something private, and became quite the second Dawn entered the kitchen.
"Good morning Dawny, sleep well?" asked Willow.
"Yeah, i guess. So, what are we doing today?" Dawn asked with a little eagerness. She wanted to distract herself....and not with the wierdness of the previous night.
"Not much. We were going to go to the magic box. You're welcome to join us of course." Tara said, with her arms around Willow's waist.
"Nah, that's ok. You two probably just want to do some witch stuff.....i'd just be bored...."
"Ok then. But you should try and do something today. Mooping around the house is ok, but there's more to life" Wilow put her arm around her lover, and they headed for the door. "If you get bored or hungry, you know where to find us." The two witches headed out the door, leaving Dawn alone in the kitchen. I know where i can go.....
An hour later, Dawn found herself outside Spike's crypt. She pounded on the door. After a couple minutes, the door slowly opened a little. Dawn pushed it open and entered.
"Hello puppet. What can i do for you?" Spike's voice sounded as dead as usual, but a little bit more groggy then normal. She must have woken him.
"I was out for a stroll, and though i'd stop by for a visit. Everyone else is hanging out at the magic box...but that didn't quite sound fun."
"Bunch of wankers and their books...." Spike lit up a ciggerette. "A girl your age shouldn't be sitting around reading.....or hanging out in a crypt of evil."
"Evil?" Dawn raised an eyebrow towards him. "Spike you sit around and watch soap operas all day."
"I evily sit around and watch soap operas......and if you keep that tone up, you can just leave right now."
"No, no. Watching soap operas in a crypt of evil sounds fun."
"Fine then, pull up a seat. Passions is on......"
After hanging out at Spike's for several hours, the idea of maybe heading home came to Dawn. The sun was starting to set, and she knew perfectly well what kinds came out at night..... Then all of the sudden there was a pound at the door.
"Bloody hell, who could that be...." Spike got up and headed for the door. He opened it, but Dawn couldn't see who was there. "What the Bloody hell do you two fairies want?"
Dawn heard a voice say "Do you post as 'SlayerofSlayers' on Moviepoopshoot dot com?"