I OWN NOTHING! cept the story:P Heres the second chapter of my second story of the trilogy :) hopefully you guys will enjoy it. its more of a descriptive chapter, its just showing you where all the characters are, and how their lives have been changed. as always review and let me know how it is :) thanks for the reviews so far guys! all great. and i will correct the spelling mistakes in the prologue once the story is done, as if i go back to focus on past chapters, i'll lose my writing path, and end up neglecting the story as i did the first part. any way guys, enjoy :)

Sunnydale, California

Wesley looked around at his new surroundings.

"Well this certainly is a surprise," a voice called from behind him.

Getting to his feet quickly, Wesley reached for where his sword should be, to find nothing. What he saw was not what he had expected. It was himself. Again.

"You survived the process then?" Wesley asked.

The other, neater, version smiled, "Yes, thanks to you Wes old boy,"

Wesley sighed. "Yes, well you didn't give me much choice did you?"

"Come now Wesley," His counterpart began, "What would the world be without evil?"

Wesley almost laughed. "Apart from everything I fight for?" The former watcher paused.

"You don't fight to destroy evil," His counterpart interrupted. "You fight to protect the good in the world, to keep a balance."

"True," Wesley agreed, "But I never thought I would be allied with the first evil in that goal"

The First looked at him. It wasn't contempt towards him that it felt. But contempt that it was forced to ally itself with him.

"Wesley, we've been through this before," The First began again, "I need humans to survive. Draven would have destroyed you all, leaving this world as a play pen for the demons,"

"That's what I don't understand," The shaggy looking man interrupted, "Demons are creatures of evil. Why not feed off of them?"

"This is not the time Wesley, we must-" The First was cut off.

"NO!" Yelled Wesley, the insanity that had previously been present threatening to return. "You explain now! If you want my help, I want answers!"

The First sighed, or what would have been a sigh if it could breath. "Fine," It told the ex-watcher.

Wesley leaned against a nearby tree.

"Because as a man very close to me once said, I am Sin. The corruption of man, the evil that comes from something created by good. I can't feed on the evil of demons, they're born evil. Created evil. Humanity was created pure. It created me, and as such I need them for existence,"

"Lorne wasn't evil," Wesley countered.

"In the same way a human can choose his path, a demon can," The First replied.

"Then why," Wesley tried to reason, "Did you attack the slayer line? Why did you try to overrun the world with demons in the other reality?"

"My defeat at the hands of the slayer has left me, somewhat, changed." The First paused. "It left me weakened. The destruction of one of the Hellmouths. It is because of this I am dependant on humanity."

Wesley looked at the embodiment of evil, satisfied with the answers. "Fine," He took a breath. "What do we do now?"

The First smiled. "We find the champions you picked for the task that awaits us…"

Los Angeles

Angel looked around the alleyway.

Nothing had changed.

Everything was as it was.

The white light had passed over everything and not one thing was affected by it.

Unless he himself had been affected.

Maybe he was going insane?

Angel tried to shake that thought off. Many things had happened since that night in Romania, when he had fed off of the gypsy girl. He had been wracked with guild.

Darla had left him for the Immortal. He had even heard that they had managed to breed. Somehow the Immortal had made Darla fertile again. He hated the Immortal, perhaps more than he had hated the creature Drusilla had made.

William?

He couldn't remember properly.

The old days merged with the new, the new days bled together. His mind was always in a place between knowledge and confusion. All he knew was that for the last twenty years he had been forced into this.

Living in the alleyways and shadows of Los Angeles.

And now something strange was happening.

Something big.

And some unknown desire burnt in him.

He wanted to learn what it was.

He wanted to get out of this alleyway.

He wanted to be part of whatever it was.

But then the realisation that he was useless to everyone set in.

He was too weak to help.

And with that thought, Angel went back to hunting the vermin of Los Angeles…

Sunnydale, California

Spike looked at Oz.

"What the hell was that?" he asked the werewolf.

Oz looked blankly and shrugged. "A warning for daylights saving time?"

Spike rolled his eyes. The werewolf had the annoying habit of making bad jokes.

Anya appeared next to them.

"What in the name of sam hill was that?" she asked.

"Dunno peaches," Spike responded, "Maybe Ethan will have some ideas…"

Ethan was worried.

The magic build up had exploded.

And he was thinking that's what the white wave of light had been.

And if he was right, this was not a good thing.

No magical explosion of that magnitude could be.

Miami, Florida

Doyle was never a man to believe in signs and portents.

But he was also not a man to deny the obvious.

That white light had done something.

It was all over the news, and the Immortal was there as well, trying to calm the populace.

But Doyle knew something was different.

He had felt dead for so long, but since that light passed over him, he felt alive again.

Like he had a purpose in this world.

He hadn't felt like that for nearly five years.

Since the dream.

He could never forget that dream.

He dived for the device.

He shut it down, but not before it ripped him apart.

But he was the hero. He had saved hundreds of innocents, maybe thousands. And he had won the girls heart.

He had thought that girl just a figment of his imagination.

That was until half a year ago when she turned up in Florida. He recognised her immediately, and went to work on winning her.

Cordelia Chase.

Cordelia was never one for the financial side of life.

Money wasn't important.

Well not to her.

She was in love.

She hadn't been in the start.

At first he had annoyed her.

Doyle.

He was irritating and obnoxious.

But, oh, so charming.

And after a month of bugging her, they had started dating.

Yesterday they had gotten engaged.

But this morning something was different.

The white energy that the news channels were reporting on had hit them both.

And something changed. She felt alive again, for the first time in months.

She knew Doyle felt the same. Something big was about to go down.

And it had something to do with her.

She knew it.

Cleveland, Ohio

This had nothing to do with her.

She was certain of that much.

Buffy Dawn Summers was not the most confident girl you could hope to meet.

She had toyed with dying her hair blonde, but thought it might make her look slutty.

Working at Grace Hospital in Cleveland, she was a college graduate. She was proud of her life to some extent.

She had a steady boyfriend; her Mom lived back in Sunnydale, where she had gone to school until her friend Willow had died in a gym fire.

The cause had never been found.

Ever since then she had lived in Cleveland with her Dad.

But she was sure she had nothing to do with this.

That white light had hit, and then suddenly the electrics had blown.

The nurse on call had not been very considerate. He had blamed her.

This was one of the many reasons Buffy had for hating Ben.

The other being he always made fun of her.

He was extremely obnoxious, untrustworthy and a little effeminate.

And it made it annoying that she was more than slightly attracted to him.

For some reason this felt like it happened to her before, and recently.

But she knew it hadn't. Since that white light had hit, she felt different.

Like before it had hit she was half empty, and now she was full again.

She remembered things that had slipped her mind.

Like mixing all the different cereals together in one bowl in an attempt to go to sleep.

She didn't know why she had tried that, why she had thought it would work, or who the stuffy English guy that appeared in her memory was.

The last day had been weird, and all Buffy hoped was that it would get back to normal, and fast.

Toronto, Canada

Alexander Harris was a man in love.

Gwen, aside from her occasional ability to destroy household electrical equipment, was perfect.

He had loved her since he met her. Now they could touch each other, that love was growing stronger. He had helped her 'liberate' the device from some Japanese businessman in L.A.

It had been one of the few times he had been back to California since his friend, Willow, had died.

For some reason he couldn't shake, Xander, as his friends called him, always blamed the new girl at school, Buffy Summers.

But nothing ever came out of it.

When Willow died, his family had been unusually caring and let him move away, to live with his uncle in Canada.

He had met Gwen at a party, which he later learned she was attending to steal some kind of jewel that belonged to the family.

It was then that he and her hit it off, becoming partners in crime, so to speak.

And now he was boarding an airplane bound for Sunnydale, his hometown. Gwen was meeting the family before their marriage.

This was, of course, something that Xander had not been looking forward to. His family were the biggest bunch of inbred freaks you could hope to meet.

And he had hoped Gwen would never have to meet them. But that fantasy had been ruined.

Now he was more than a little worried about the white light that the immortal had been telling everyone was harmless.

He just hoped it wouldn't affect the plane they were getting on.

Los Angeles, Wolfram and Hart Building

Lilah looked at the reports coming in.

There was nothing evidently bad about this energy wave.

It hadn't seemed to cause any damage. It hadn't seemed to do anything whatsoever.

Which was the most annoying part of it.

The Immortal was the head of all of Wolfram and Hart, and if she couldn't report what this wave had done, and what its point was, then he would most likely have her head, and that worm Gavin would become C.E.O.

The thought made her shudder. She would get to the bottom of this.

Sunnydale,

Wesley walked towards the edge of the forest.

He must have looked a mess.

His facial hair had grown into a sort of shaggy beard.

He imagined himself looking rather like a tramp. It was at this point he noticed it didn't seem to bother him that much.

Wesley wondered why he was alive again. When this had begun he was an agent of the powers.

Now he was a man again. But he remembered the world as it should be. And he remembered what he had to do.

He had to restore the world to its rightful position. And to do that he would need the players he had chosen.

The plans were in motion. The players would soon be gathered, and then they could strike at the Immortal, and hopefully save the world…

And chapter three should be up and running soon. by tomorrow hopefully, but i have four exams on thursday, so if it isn't up by tomorrow, it won't be up until friday. and please guys, keep on giving me those reviews :)