Reminding the Fallen
by zenithar
Reminding the Fallen
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Disclaimer: Joss owns it all. grrrr
This is my first fic of any note so please be a liiittle gentle.
Everything up to the episode Empty Places has happened, just a few changes from the last season. One: Wood and Caleb did not show up. Two: So obviously much changeings to endings of series. Also the weapon that Buffy got is changed to an actual scythe.
The sound of running feet could be heard on the cold San Francisco street, a rather short and rotund demon ran through the pool of light given off from a street lamp. Turning the corner into a dark ally, breathing heavily the demon slowed down and looked behind itself. Seeing no sign of its pursuer it let out a sigh of relief. Turning back around it could only stand in fear as the figure that had been shadowing it for the past three hours stepped out of the shadows. With a black ankle length leather duster, that included a hood, covered any distinguishable features, however one could tell that the physique was that of a woman. With lightning speed she brought a wicked looking scythe from behind her back and placed it behind the neck of the demon, pulling it slowly toward her. Having no other option than to comply with the wish of the cloaked figure the demon scooted forward with what appeared to be sweat forming on its lumpy brow. Even though the demon was not even a foot away from the cloaked figure it could see nothing of her face in the shadows of the hood.
The figure asked in a cold dead voice "I heard a rumor you know of a powerful demon."
Feeling very uncomfortable with the blade against its neck the demon began blubbering information about a demon it saw. "I I I saw a vampire that mamatched the legends about the first ones," even as the demon poured out this information it seemed to begin shaking worse, as if the very memory frightened it, "She she had obsidian black eyes one ssecsecond clear blue the next framed with blood red hair looking a-"
The shadowed figure cut the demon off with a harsh "Where is she?"
"I hheard her say something about having decided who wawas worthy of her ggift, that she needed to go south south towards the hellmouth," at this point the demon was shaking so badly its rolls of fat could be heard slapping against one an other, "that's all I know, I swear!!"
"Good, because that all I wanted," in just a dead of tone as before. Retracting the blade from behind the demon, letting it relax to a degree. Just as the demon took a step back the scythe licked out taking the demons head from its shoulders. After hearing the sicking sound of the head landing on the ground the figure pushed their hood back letting her blond locks spill out and turned to gaze up at the stars. Elizabeth 'Buffy' Anne Summers let out a deep breath and muttered, "Looks like I can't escape the pull of the hellmouth after all," as memories of her last few nights near the hellmouth begin to surface once again in her mind.
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After everyone had said their mind it was painfully obvious to Buffy that she was no longer wanted or needed. She turned and walked out the door, shortly followed by Faith.
Faith calling out, "B! Wait!"
With tears running down her face Buffy turns around to Faith. "I think I could have taken everyone's rejection, but not hers, not Willow's," shaking her head as if to clear it, "Take care of them, all of them," she says quietly and with that turned to leave again.
Simply standing their watching her leave Faith couldn't help but feel that that was Buffy's final goodbye. Poking her head out the front door Dawn asks "Do you think she'll come back?"
"I don't think so D. I think that was the last time we ever see her," turning sadly back to the house and walking though the door, leaving a crying Dawn out on the porch. Inside the house Dawn could hear Willow beginning to say "What have we done, what have I done?"
Wiping the tears from her face Buffy heads over to one of the more seedy hotels in Sunnydale. "They might not want me any more but Giles said that the only reason the First was able to come was because I'm still around. That means this is still my problem to fix. One way or another I'm going to end all of this." Laying down on the bed and drifting of to a troubled sleep.
The next day Buffy began scouting out the warehouse where she suspected the First was at, having followed a bringer to the place. Watching the steady flow of them enter and leave the place she decided it was time to go load up. Returning back to her hotel room to grab a stake and shortsword she nabbed from Angels old place, Buffy went back to the warehouse and waited for nightfall.
As nights shadow was descending Buffy was climbing up the side of the warehouse to an open window on the roof. After getting in and down onto the rafters she immediately spotted the First, in her own form no less, next to what appeared to be an alter and two bringers. Looking closer to what was on the alter Buffy noticed it was a scythe but unlike any she had seen before. Its blackened and charred looking haft almost appeared to give off a faint light, yet even with this irregularity the blade itself is what caught Buffy's eye. Made from what appeared to be a black onyx the blade seemed to suck in the light around it giving it an even darker hue than what it should have been.
"The slayer must never find this weapon. Hide it; destroy it; I DON'T CARE! Just get this as far from the damn slayer as possible."
The bringers nodded their heads to the First and moved to take the scythe, just as Buffy jumped down from above.
Walking almost casually up to the weapon, "So what so special about the burnt stick?"
As she reaches for the blade the first yells out "I wouldn't touch that slayer! The price of wielding it is even more than you are willing to pay."
Chuckling quietly "Nice try but I can tell you're afraid of me having this so even if there is a price for this toy I think I'll pay it willingly. Because really? I've already lost everything that I held close," and with that she reached out and griped the haft.
As soon as her hand came in contact with it Buffy felt a surge of strength and speed, all of the fatigue she had been feeling the past several weeks was lifted but... there also seems to be something missing from her now... something deep within Buffy that she just couldn't seem to place. Shrugging her shoulders, Buffy began to smile enjoying the feeling of the new strength coursing through her. Looking strait into the First Evil's eyes she saw something new: fear.
Buffy lets out a short cruel sounding laugh "You must have really not wanted that to happen."
Buffy takes a slow step forward and the First replies with a step back, yelling to her bringers "Kill her!" Both bringers rush forward in an attempt stab Buffy with their knives, but Buffy moves even faster than they could think. Slicing the one to her left from groin to shoulder in one flowing move, she used the momentum to spin around and cut the second bringer in half at the waist. Buffy simply mumbled "So much for personal body guards..."
Looking back at the First, who as this point looked decided scared, "What about your friends? Aren't you wondering why I don't have more bringers or at least one Turok-Han with me?"
Shrugging her shoulders again, "Kinda but not too much."
"They're waiting for them, down at the vineyard. Once all of your stupid little friends are in there, my minions will destroy them!"
Pausing as if to consider her actions Buffy shakes her head, "Nope not going to get rid of me that easily. They can handle themselves, at least that's what they seemed to think. And honestly, I can't really bring myself to care." With that Buffy moved at lightning speed up to First.
"You don't really think you can hurt me do you?" even Buffy heard the shake in the Firsts voice.
"No, but I bet this shiny new toy can," and Buffy embeds the blade in the Firsts side, reaching it's black heart.
"But... this was... suppose to be... my time...." The choking gasps came out of the dyeing First as it slid off the scythe. Looking at the scythe for a second time Buffy noticed that where blood was splattered on the blade blood-red flames seemed to appear etched into it. Smiling coldly at the scythe Buffy turned away from the body of the First Evil and headed into the night.
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