Chapter 4: Tell Me
After Buffy's run in with the nice wrinkled face demon who now seemed to live in Spike's crypt, she didn't know what to think. 'Is this really the future?' she thought to herself. She tried to figure how much time has pasted since she was last in Sunnydale and she calculated a number close to eighty years. Eighty years is a long time, but to Buffy it only felt like yesterday she was fighting Glory and trying to save Dawn.
"Dawn..." Buffy spoke out loud as she walked the streets of Sunnydale yet again. 'Was she saved? Is...is she still alive?' Buffy thought.
Buffy stopped in mid step when she realized she was on the main street of Sunnydale where the Café Espresso was and the Magic Box. Buffy looked down the street in the direction on the Magic Box and saw the building that once was the Magic Box had be raided and possibly burned down many times. Even if she wanted to go inside to see what was left of Giles shop she probably couldn't make it in, the building being so damaged.
"Thought I'd find you here." A voice came from behind Buffy.
Buffy turned around and was face to face with a timeless face.
"Remember me? Hope being dead didn't destroy your memory kid." Whistler said and walked down the middle of the Main Street and closer to Buffy.
"You're..." Buffy drifted off.
"Whistler...I came to see you—well to you it's been three years since we talked...but in reality" Whistler looked around at the reality that was now Sunnydale, "Well...eighty years sure turned this place into a disaster..."
"What happened?" Buffy said softly, she was still getting use to talking and was having trouble thinking up the words she wanted to say.
"To Sunnydale?" Whistler asked, "Huh...don't know where to start." Whistler looked down at his feet and kicked some debris on the street and then looked back up at Buffy.
"Tell me...are they...my...are my..." Buffy trailed on.
"Are you asking if your friends and your sister are...well dead?" Whistler asked.
"Are...are they?" Buffy whispered, dreading to hear the answer.
"I'm sorry." Whistler said.
Buffy looked down. She couldn't even bring herself to tears. She didn't even know how to bring herself to tears.
"If it makes you feel at all better...they didn't die in battle...none of them did...they died of old age." Whistler said, "Unlike you."
"They...they did?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah...your friends...they protected Sunnydale...for a while...until they couldn't do it anymore." Whistler said, "And sooner or later...this happened." Whistler eyed broken windows of stores and overturned cars.
"Why didn't someone stop it?" Buffy asked.
"No slayer..." Whistler said, "Faith...you remember Faith...well she was in prison and couldn't really help...the next slayer that was called had to wait till Faith died...so there wasn't a slayer protecting the world or the stopping the Hellmouth for about thirty years."
Buffy couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was certain that her friends could manage without her and stick together. Those were her last dying wishes and yet, it seemed like they were ignore.
"How'd you know I was alive again?" Buffy asked.
"Long story...but I'm not the one to tell you...someone else will." Whistler said.
"Why am I here?" Buffy asked.
"Sorry can't really tell you that either." Whistler said.
Buffy walked up to Whistler and punched him in the face.
"Yes. You. Will." Buffy said sternly.
"I can't. I'm not the one to tell the story..." Whistler said in his defense.
"But if you know...tell me." Buffy said.
"Remember Spike?" Whistler brought up out of the blue.
"What...what about him?" she asked.
"He'll fill you on some of the answers you want to hear." Whistler said and backed away.
"What? Why...why him? And where is he?" Buffy asked.
"Don't worry...he'll be coming soon." Whistler said with a smile, "But while we wait lets get you cleaned up."
Buffy just stared at him, confused.
The Next Day...Nighttime
Los Angeles...
Spike hated LA. He traveled around the world for years and it was weird that he still lingered back to L.A ever so often. That night, after getting ganged up by a bunch of vampires and have to fight them, he decided to drink the rest of his evening in a demon bar.
He sat down at the counter and ordered a beer and take a load off. He heard at the other side of the bar a conversation heating up.
"...I'm telling you, she's human..." one of the vampires said.
The rest of the vampires in the group shook there heads and didn't believe the guy's story.
"There haven't been humans there for years...there are no humans left in that town." another vampire said.
"She was! I have a feeling she is the slayer." The vampire storyteller said.
Spike instantly shot his head to look at the group of vampires talking and drinking beer. When he heard the word 'slayer' Spike listened.
"...she threw Eddie into the banister of the house we were staying in Sunnyhell." the vampire said.
Spike got up off his stool and walked down towards the group of vamps. His boots were heard as he stomped down across the room.
"What did you say?" Spike butted into the conversation.
"Huh?" The vampire that was telling the story looked up at the bleached blonde haired vampire that was wearing at leather duster.
"There's a slayer in Sunnydale?" Spike asked, trying to get the information straight.
"Uh..." the vampire said and looked to his group of vampire buddies, "Not sure...she could be...saw her the other night in a house my buddies were crashing in...why do you ask?" the vampire turned to talk back to Spike but Spike was already out the door.
Spike walked into the alley and got on his nice motorcycle and started it up and traveled down the road.
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