Right this wrong

Title: The end is near

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, so don't sue me!

Summary: What is the last episode… 'Chosen' turned out differently? Read on and see what happens. Spuffy…

Pairing: Spike/Buffy; Willow/Tara; Xander/Anya

Chapter 1

Buffy and the Gang stood there, holding their ground as the Turok-Han army advances towards them.

"Willow..." Buffy said under her breath as she watched them advancing towards her and the rest

Willow was sitting on the floor in the Principal's office with a semi-circle of white candles lit in front of her. There were other candles in the room as well. Kennedy sat across from Willow, watching her.

"They should be in place. OK, magic time. You ready to, heh heh, kill me?" Willow joked as she sat back with her hands on her knees

"Starting to be." Kennedy said under her breath. A forced smile flashed across her features but didn't reach her cold eyes

"Good. Fun. Great. Brace yourself." Willow said and took a deep breath.

"Come on, Will. Make it happen." Kennedy whispered with a devilish grin, which Willow didn't see.

Willow performed a spell that she was given while holding onto the scythe laid out in front of her. Kennedy walked around and stood behind Willow's back as she spoke the final words and suddenly overcame with power. Kennedy reached into her pocket and pulled out a little bag with some sort of powder in it. She whispered four words in Latin, which Willow didn't hear, as she was too overwhelmed. Willow looked up at the scythe, which started to glow with a bright white light. She reached out to touch the scythe but as soon as she did the light turned black.

"Oh...my...Goddess...it worked" Willow said almost breathlessly. The fact that the light changed colour didn't raise a concern in her mind.

/Flashback/

"So here's the part where you make a choice: What if you could have that power...now? In every generation, one slayer is born... because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago made up that rule. They were powerful men. This woman (points to Willow) is more powerful than all of them combined. So I say we change the rule. I say my power... ...should be our power" Buffy addressed a room full of potentials and her friends

/End flashback/

Potentials closed their eyes and breathed in with a start.

"Ready?" Faith asked.

"These guys are dust." VI replied with confidence

The Turok-Han army rushes Buffy's gang. Buffy fought them off with kicks and punches. The other potentials now had super strength as well. VI jumped and kicked a Turok-Han down. Rona punched a Turok-Han in the face, knocking it down. Faith fought one off with series of kicks...

Kennedy smirked at her newfound power. She looked around, but stopped when she saw Willow.

"You're a slayer now. Get this to Buffy" Willow said as she handed the scythe to Kennedy, who took it and studied it quickly.

"Thanks witch…. for everything" Kennedy said coldly with an evil smile as she swinged the scythe before Willow could protest or stop her. She wiped the fresh blood off of the blade with Willows shirt before leaving.

Kennedy slowly walked into the Hell mouth and watched Buffy fight off the Turok-Han, who were starting to out number Buffy's gang. Faith and Spike and the others were still fighting them as well. Kennedy ran down into the Hell mouth gripping the scythe tightly. She kneeled down and cast a spell. She looked pleased as she watched the scythe glowing again only this time it was dark blue colour.

"The end is near Buffy" Kennedy called out. Buffy heard Kennedy's voice but didn't know what she meant by those words. She gasped as she watched the potentials fall dead from the Turok-Han's attack. The only people that were still standing were her, Faith and Spike. She didn't dare think of Dawn, Willow, Xander, Giles, Anya…. and so many others as she already knew what probably happened.

The girls were no longer slayers, they were potentials once again. Almost helpless before the army of the Turok-Han. Her thoughts were interrupted as a sharp blade plunged through her abdomen and a strong foot pushed her body off of the sword making her fall to the ground. She slowly managed to get on her knees, desperately trying to gather all the strength she had left…

She glanced up and saw how the vamps backed off as Kennedy started walking towards Faith who was badly wounded, but still standing on her feet.

Buffy watched Kennedy, she had a very bad feeling in her gut…but then again it could have been the stab wound. She carefully got on her knees and seconds later she was on her feet again. She tried really hard to keep her balance. Her left hand was on her stomach wound trying to stop the bleeding by applying small pressure, but it was hopeless the blood was just pouring out…Kennedy was right. The end was near.

"The First didn't need Caleb. It needed someone stronger than that to take over. This is your last minute…any last words?" Kennedy asked with a smirk.

"Go to He…" Faith yelled back but didn't get to finish as Kennedy's scythe connected with Faith's neck.

"Buffy" She heard Spike's voice filled with concern and worry. Buffy's head span around and everything seemed to move in slow motion. He ran towards her, his eyes focused on something over her shoulder. She turned around and saw Kennedy raising the scythe. Next thing she knew someone pushed her over…. or maybe span her around she wasn't sure…she wasn't sure of anything until she opened her eyes only to see a pained look in his crystal blue eyes. She looked down and saw the little steel triangle poking out of his chest.

Unlike her he knew damn well what was happening. He saw the chock, anger, pain and love…all those emotions swept through her beautiful features.

"We lost, they're all dead" Buffy whispered as tears ran down her cheeks.

"I know, luv," Spike whispered back. He brushed her hair to the side. His eyes started watering as well. They both knew that it was over…for all of them. But none of that mattered to him anymore, nothing mattered except for spending those last moments that they had left by her side.

"I love you" Buffy whispered.

"I love you too" He replied and kissed her softly on the lips. She held on to his duster not willing to let go…ever. Never in her life…all those years of slaying did she feel this helpless. For all she knew all those that she loved were dead…. or dying. She felt his cold hand brush her soft hair aside.

"Oww…. that's so sweet…. too bad he has to die now" Kennedy said sarcastically as she took a swing with the scythe.

Buffy felt her body shake, her knees going week giving up from underneath her. Her hand that was desperately pulling his duster was now full of dust. Buffy's sobs got louder and louder. She didn't care if she died now… There was nothing and no one to live for. There was nothing left. But deep inside she prayed that maybe there was another way…. that it doesn't have to end like that. But who was she fooling? She slowly raised her red, puffy eyes and looked up at Kennedy.

"I'm sooo sorry for your loss" Kennedy said with fake sincerity and then her face split into an ugly grin.

Buffy knew what was coming next, she looked down to Faith's headless body the look in her eyes was the look of true warrior who fought till the end…sadly it wasn't enough. Her eyes dropped to a small pile of dust, she took a deep breath, which would probably be the last one she ever takes….

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