AN: Here is a story of how i think the end of Buffy should have gone. It also later on crosses over with Angel the series. I hope you enjoy and i would adore reviews!!!!!
Disclaimer: It all belongs to the Wonder Whedon...
Buffy was tired. No she was more than that she was exhausted. It all seemed so surreal now she looked back on the gaping crater that was once her home. She had done it again. She had beat the bad guy, but this time had lost a good guy to. In fact she had lost two. She stepped to the edge of the crater so her toes were at the drop off point. It sure was steep. She closed her eyes remembering how he had refused the fact she loved him. Stupid vampire. But she knew deep down he was trying to make her leave, so she did, but there was that nagging in the back of her mind saying she shouldn't have. However when her sister looked so pleased to see she was OK, she knew she did the right thing. Anyway who wants to die for the third time? That's just silly.
She reopened her eyes again. A single tear slipped down her cheek in the memory of Spike and Anya. At least they had died for a good cause, not that it should have happened, but at least it happened for the right reason.
Her remaining friends were gathered behind her celebrating the end of the big battle. She should be joining them, but still needed to remember her lost friends, family and home. Sure Sunnydale had literally be hell to live in, but it didn't change the fact it was home. It just didn't seem right. There should have been another way. Maybe there was, if only she could find out.
It was then that the floor beneath her began to shake violently. She turned to the others, but they didn't seem the slightest bothered. They carried on giggling and laughing. There was suddenly a loud bang that was followed by darkness. Pitch black. Then as if she was in a train coming into the light at the end of a tunnel, images started to form. She couldn't quite make them out at first. They just needed to get a little closer. That's when she saw him. Spike, but not alone. Angel and Wesley. But there were others to, people she didn't recognise. They were in an office.
The image changed. A large sign read Wolfram and Hart. Then in fast forward motion she moved through the large doors that lead to the law firm. Spike was there again, but this time so was Harmony. The female vampire opened a parcel which flashed. Then Spike walked into a door, his nose bled, Angel arrived and then more images appeared, but they were getting faster. They showed random scenes, like a girl in a hospital bed surrounded by both souled vampires, Wesley and the others. They showed Spike in another hospital bed with his hands being sewed on.
They kept happening until they stopped at a battle. The rain was falling hard. Spike, Angel, an unknown man and a blue lady were fighting for their lives. Then it happened. Buffy screamed silently like you do in a nightmare as she watched both vampires be turned to dust by a hideous monster. Hordes of demons were everywhere.
The next to die was the badly injured man and then the blue woman in the leather cat suit. Although she didn't know the two others it was awful to see, but mainly because they died in a gruesom bloody death, that made even the Slayer feel queasy. There was a brief moment of darkness and then the exact images she had just seen began to play in reverse. But this time at double the speed.
It was if she had come to a grinding halt. Moments later she was standing in front of the crater of Sunnydale again. The ground beneath her trembling legs began to rumble again, but this time even more violently. She couldn't keep her balance. she held her arms out in her best attempt to stop her body from going over the edge, but it was no use. It took one last earthquake and she stumbled forward. She kept falling and falling. The ground didn't seem to come. Darkness began to engulf her as she fell deeper into the bottomless pit. Then...
"Buffy luv, what's wrong?" Spike was seriously worried, she had been shaking in her sleep.
Buffy sat bolt upright and was in a cold sweat now, "What the hell was that? Where am i?" her hands were trembling.
"We're in your basement pet. You had a nightmare. Its probably just nerves about the big battle tomorrow."
"What big battle? And you should be dead" but things started to make sense, but somehow she didnt find it any more comforting.
"Funny Slayer, but one; i am dead and two; the battle with The First. What the hell did you dream about anyway. Was it a slayer dream?" he cocked his head waiting for the news.
"Something like that" she replied mostly to herself. "Oh and Spike?"
"I love you" she hadnt expected to say it, but after what she just saw, it felt right and she knew he had no excuse to deny her feelings towards him this time.
Spike's expression went vacant for a moment as it sunk in. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but finally managed a "I love you too" they both settled back down on the cot, large smiles mirrored on their faces.
"Just for the record, don't ever tell me you don't"
"Like i would do that"
So maybe she could find out if there was another way...
AN: So what do you think? I have done major editing to this story, i hope you like it. I would really appreciate a review on each chapter so i know if i'm writing ok, but i dont mind...I hope you like the next part of the story.
Also, i personally think my writing gets better in each chapter because i get a sort of flow going on and i am really proud of chapter four, so keep reading to find out what i mean... :)