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Many years later…
A large house in southern California…
"Ah come on Grandpa…tell us how it ends…," The lithe blonde asked as she slowly ran the comb through her younger sister's hair.
"Why…I thought that you hated this story…you said that I've told it so many times that you know it by heart…," The old man asked with a slightly confused frown on his face as he ran his hand through his once dark brown locks that were now only speckled with spots of gray in a snowy field of white.
"I do…but Gina doesn't…so tell us…did Angel and the others blow up the portal and make it out in time before the bomb went off," The blonde asked with a sly smile on her face and a slight wink towards her grandfather.
"Yes Dana…they all got out…well except for Angel, he stayed behind to make sure that everything went off without a hitch, he sacrificed himself to save the world, Spike had to throw Buffy over his shoulder to get her to leave," The old man replied with a somber frown on his face before being interrupted.
"But the story does have a happy ending honey, because of his sacrifice Angel got the reward promised him by Whistler and later became human and lived happily ever after with the woman that he loved," An old woman said softly with a daring smirk on her face as she slowly walked into the room and sat down on the couch, not batting an eyelash at the glare that she received from her husband.
"That's a nice story grandpa…," Gina squealed with a delighted look on her face as she clapped her hands together and chuckled.
"Oh it's much more than a story pet…it's the truth," William said coolly from the doorway before he couldn't help but laugh at the thought of it all.
"Shut up William…," Buffy grumbled with an angry scowl on her face as she as she briefly turned her head away from watching the pumpkin pie in the oven.
"Make me…," William growled softly with a mischievous glint in his eye and grin on his face as he poked his head back around the corner into the kitchen. Through the years Buffy's once silken golden hair had turned first gray and then white, her skin had sagged a bit, but the fierce will and light that had been in her eyes from the start was still there. William had long since stopped calling himself Spike, though at certain times Buffy or Angel would still using his old moniker. The children and grandchildren knew nothing of the fact that the stories were actually true, rather than simply old made up stories by their grandfather to entertain them.
"Give it up William, or else I won't let you win anymore," Liam joked with an amused smirk on his face as he eyes his old grandchilde from across the room.
"Hey now…I win because I'm better than you are…you're so blind that you can't even see the hole, let alone the bloody ball, it's not my fault that half of your clubs end up in the water hazards," William quickly declared back, a small fire in his eyes, as he took a step into the living room.
"That's enough…both of you, this is supposed to be a holiday, and I won't have it ruined by the two of you dredging up long dead rivalries," Gwen said with a very determined scowl on her face as she stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to help Buffy cook dinner.
"He started it…," Both Liam and William muttered with looks of boredom on their faces before Dana broke the silence.
"So when's everybody getting here, aunt Buffy's been going crazy trying to get dinner ready…," Dana asked with a worried look on her face as she finished combing Gina's hair and turned her around so that she could get a good look at her work.
"Well Wesley and Faith can't make it this year, they're in Australia attending your cousin Amy's wedding, Xander and Anya are to busy with work but said that they send their Thanksgiving best wishes, Fred and Gunn are spending the holidays in Texas, Nick and Callie are God knows where, Willow and Oz are helping with the relief effort in Europe, Groo and Kate are…well they're visiting his side of the family this year, Cordelia and Connor are stranded in Alaska because of bad weather, Dawn should be here anytime now…," Liam answered through a tired yawn as he leaned back in his chair and gazed over at William as the latter slumped into another chair.
"But don't worry…I'm sure your cousin Victoria will be here, but just remember now, I don't want any of you going out after dark…the streets aren't safe anymore," William declared with a very parent like frown of displeasure on his face as he pointed to Dana.
"Why isn't she with her family in Australia at the wedding," Dana asked with a confused look on her face as she slightly tilted her head to one side.
"Because…she uh…has work to do here, she and your cousin Ann do very important work…," Liam started to say with a nervous look on his face as he looked to William for help on the matter.
"What work, I'm as old as they are…and I don't know how important of work a seventeen year old could do…I mean you barely let me go anywhere after dark…," Dana grumbled loudly with an unhappy frown on her face as she crossed her arms and glared at the floor.
"It's for your own good Dana, like William said, the streets aren't safe anymore…," Liam said with a sympathetic tone to his voice as he tried to keep from starting an argument with his eldest granddaughter.
"Hmpf…like they were ever safe to begin with…," William muttered softly under his breath with an odd smile on his face before being drawn back to the kitchen by Buffy's voice.
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"Look at them Ms. Edith…they're having entirely to much fun…they didn't pass go, they didn't collect their two hundred dollars…bad dollies…bad…," Dru quipped with her usual scolding tone of voice as she shook her head at the assembly of dolls that lined one of the walls of her new crypt.
"You know what…you're one crazy bitch," Victoria joked with a cocky smirk on her face as she kept trying to break free of her restraints.
"Naughty little girl…you've been a very naughty girl, killing my champion…," Dru growled with a frustrated and angry look on her face as she twirled a chocolate curl or two of the slayers long locks around her index finger. With the beauty of her grandmother in her youth and nearly the height of her grandfather in his prime Victoria Wyndam-Pryce was every inch the successor to the slayer legacy that her grandmother had started.
"Why don't you just let us go…if you do then we might not come back here and stake your ass later tonight," Ann asked with a confidant look on her face as she also continued in her efforts to free herself from her restraints. Though easily shorter than her best friend, Ann Elizabeth Summers reminded everyone that met her of her grandmother. Like Victoria Ann had been lucky enough, or unlucky enough depending on her viewpoint, had continued on the slayer line that her grandmother had started. The two had been tracking Drusilla and her cohorts for days, hoping to once and for all put an end to the sad chapter of their family's lives and start a new day for themselves. But they hadn't been quick enough and had gotten caught. Now they were at the mercy of the insane vampire and her assembled host of vampires and demons.
"No…letting you go wouldn't do…wouldn't do at all…now I must go…my revenge is almost at hand…," Drusilla cackled with a far away look in her eyes before she turned on her heel and left the room. The last sight that Victoria and Ann saw before their worlds went black was the fist of a large Fyarl demon streaking towards them.
END OF EPILOGUE
P.S.-If this epilogue is confusing it's supposed to be that it's set years after the end of Future Imperfect and the whole time Angel has been telling his young granddaughters the story of when he saved Gwen from the poison and passed the test. The world is a slightly darker place than it was in Buffy's day and Victoria and Ann have picked up the challenge of defending the world from the forces of darkness. The old Scooby gang and the Angel Investigations gang have for the most part gone their separate ways except they still get together on special occasions. I tried to end this story in a new and different way, only the reviews will tell me if I've succeeded or failed in my attempt…
Question Time: Should I write a sequel to this or just leave it as it is…
Thank you to all who have read and reviewed this story.