A/N: Wow, this is the final chapter...I'm about to like tear up...I started this story so long ago. It took me a long time to finish and I want to thank all you that stood with this story, through the impossibly long updates! Thanks and please review one last time! Enjoy
The last chapter of this story must be foretold. I, Whistler, must say that I called it. That I knew that their love was strong and not even the Powers That Be, themselves could change that. They found each other and fell in love and of course their love has gone through many battles, but isn't that what love is about? Facing hardships together? Slayer and Vampire, saving the world and sacrificing all for love and the world. Who knows where this love will go? But I do know it will remain strong and never cease. I, Whistler, bare witness to this. This is definetly a story worth telling.
A man walked down the street of New York City. He entered an alleyway and opened a door at the end of it. He entered and found himself surrounded by white light. Five figures appeared.
"Nice place for a portal." He said sarcastically.
"Do you know why we are meeting today?" One of the figures said, a man.
"To discuss a matter that will change the world? Same story every time," He told them.
"We have looked at the future, Whistler, and the past. We must erase his memory of her." Another figure, also a man, said.
"Why? Didn't you say that they would save the world and everything?" Whistler said.
"Their love is…distracting." The same man who had just spoken said.
Whistler shook his head. "Poor kid, she's not even called yet and your making decisions for her."
"She is a very powerful girl, we can't have something like this distracting her and him!" The man said to Whistler, his voice stern.
Whistler shook his head. "They'll find each other."
"Yes, but they will not fall in love." Another figure, a woman said.
"If you say so…soulmates don't forget each other. A love like that is eternal." Whistler said smirking.
"Well, we just wanted to tell you. Since you will be guiding him, and showing her to him…in a business manner, Whistler. They must not fall in love." The man who seemed to speaking for everyone said.
"Okay, okay." Whistler said and nodded.
One of the figures closed his eyes and said a word. The others followed suite. A blinding light formed between them and a wave came over them, everything shook for a second.
"See what you did? You screwed up the universe." Whistler said shaking his head. "Can't wait to see how you get out of this one."
"There are prophecies about her, Whistler. She is the one to save us all. We cannot have her screw this up."
"There are prophecies written about them too!" Whistler argued.
"It has been done, they shall meet, fight side by side. He shall protect her and then go off on his own destiny. That is all." The man said.
"Are you sure you want this? You're the freakin' Powers that Be, you should know that love is strong, and that they of all people and vampires can fight it whatever comes." Whistler said starting to get angry.
"We are aware of the choice we have made, Whistler. Now please find him." The Power that Be said.
Whistler nodded. He turned around and then glanced back at them shaking his head. He turned back around and exited.
He walked down the alleyway, turned and walked a couple blocks before turning down another alleyway. He had to find Angel.
A couple days later Whistler walked down an alleyway and spotted a very dirty looking Angel trying to catch a rat.
Whistler scrunched up his nose at the smell he thought he'd never smell again, dead things, garbage and fear. City Life. "God, are you disgusting."
Angel got up and looked around.
"This is really an unforgettable smell. This is the stench of death you're giving off here. And the look says, uh... Crazy Homeless Guy. It's not good." Whistler said shaking his head.
Angel backs away angrily. "Get away from me."
"What are you going to do, bite me? Horrors! A vampire!"
Angel gives him a surprised look and Whistler continues to talk. "Ah, but you wouldn't bite me on account of your poor tortured soul. It's so sad, a vampire with a soul. It's so poignant."
"Who are you?" Angel asked.
"Let's take a walk." Whistler said.
"What are you eating? A rat like once a month?"
"Hey!" Whistler yells to a car that honks at him. "Look, you're skin and bones here! Butcher shops are throwing more blood away in a day than you can stand. Good blood. You lived in the world a little bit, you'd know that."
Angel stops and turns to him. "I want to know who you are."
Whistler nods. "And I want to know who you are."
"You already do."
"Not yet. But I'm looking forward to finding out. You can go either way."
Angel looked confused. "I don't understand you."
"Nobody understands me, that's my curse."
The two walked for a while until Whistler stopped at a hot dog stand. "Dog me. Mustard" He said to the vendor.
The vendor handed him the hot dog. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Whistler says.
Whistler stops and looks at him. "My names Whistler."
After conversing for a little while and Whistler, sloppily eating his hot dog, Angel turned to him. "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to see something." Whistler says, giving him an intense look. Angel just looks at him. "We'd have to go now. You see and then tell me what you want to do."
"Where is it?" Angel asked.
A couple hours later, Angel found himself sitting in a beat up old car staring at a school called Hemrey High. He watched a girl walk down the steps, and talk to her friends and then sit on the step of the school. A man came up to her. They talked quietly and the next thing he knew they were heading toward a beat up old car, the girl looking over her shoulder nervously every five seconds.
Later, Angel got out of the car and watched as the girl waited in a cemetery. Realization dawned on him of course she was the slayer. He watched as she staked the vampire, missed and then staked again. She looked vulnerable, scared and powerful all at the same time. She was beautiful. Angel also couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen her before. She was so familiar to him.
Later he followed her to what he could assume was her house. He watched, from the back as she entered her house and was confronted by her mother. Pretty soon she was in the bathroom staring at her reflection, something he would never have. He loved her.
He went down in the sewers where Whistler was waiting. He turned to Whistler, who had said something he hadn't quite been paying attention to.
"I wanna help her." He said. "I want..I wanna become someone."
"Jeez look at you, she must be prettier then the last slayer. The more you live in this world, the more you see how apart from it you really are. And this is dangerous work. Right now, you couldn't go three rounds with a fruit fly."
Angel stared at Whistler with resolve in his eyes. "I wanna learn from you."
"Alright."
"But I don't wanna dress like you." Angel says and gets ready to leave.
Whistler follows suite. "Again you're annoying me. You're lucky we need you on our side."
A couple months later Angel found himself in Sunnydale walking the streets. He saw a blonde haired girl walking and smiled to himself. The slayer was here.
He followed her, watched her from a distance. After a couple of minutes she turns a corner and Angel follows. She's not there. He frowns, where'd she go? Something from behind knocks him down to the ground; she stands above him, with a foot on his chest.
"Ah heh. Is there a problem ma'am?" He asked from his slightly uncomfortable position on the ground.
"Yeah, there is a problem, why are you following me?"
"I know what your thinking. Don't worry, I don't bite."
She backs up and he gets up. She stays in a fighting stance, looking at him cautiously.
"Truth is, I thought you'd be taller, bigger muscles, and all that. You're pretty spry though." Angel said, massaging his neck.
"What do you want?"
"The same thing you do." He replied.
Buffy lets her guard down. "Okay. What do I want?"
"To kill them. To kill them all."
"No, incorrect. But you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of turtle's wax. All I want is to be left alone!"
Buffy goes to walk away. "Do you really think that's possible anymore? You're standing at the mouth of hell. And its about to open."
She stops walking and turns to look at him, her eyes wide. Angel reaches in his coat and pulls out a box.
"Don't turn your back on this. You've got to be ready for this." He tosses her the box.
Buffy catches it. "What for?"
"For the harvest."
"Who are you?" Buffy asks.
"Let's just say…I'm a friend." Angel says and starts to leave.
"Yeah, well, maybe I don't want a friend."
Angel turns back to her. "I didn't say I was yours." With that he walks out of the alleyway leaving Buffy to stare after him. After a moment she opens the box and finds a silver cross. She takes it out and holds it in her hand and then walks in the other direction.
The Powers That Be gathered together and looked down at what they called the seeing pool. It helped them see what was going on down on Earth, and what was going on with their champions.
"It has begun." One of them said.
"Yeah, but I still bet they fall in love." Whistler said, looking down at the pool and smiling. Nothing could get in the way of love, especially theirs.
