Phantoms of the Night

By Mary Peer

Two hundred years before:

Angel walked along the cemetery with his slayer girlfriend. She held a stake and was ready to slay the next vamp that jumped out at her. He couldn’t think of anything but what he had to tell her. They stopped in front of the old tomb. "Buffy, I need to talk to you."

"Sure. What is it? You seem a little colder than usual tonight."

"I’ve made a decision. I’m leaving Sunnydale."

"What! You can’t." "You deserve more than me. You need someone that can walk into daylight and always be there for you. You need a human boyfriend."

"But I love you and I thought you loved me too."

".I do but I can’t watch you be in pain for me because you and me can’t have a normal relationship.". He kissed her once more and walked away.

"No! Angel!"

Two Hundred years later: L.A- 4000A.A(After apolcyse)

Angel stood in a black robe and holding a stainless steel sword. His apponet was also dressed in a black robe and held a medieval sword. His apponet was shorter than he was and he was sure that this fight wouldn’t take to long. He would be to Cordy and Wesley’s on time. He realized that his apponet was a girl. He saw the glitter in her eyes as she began to slowly circle him.

"Ready to die vampire? You’ll be mine."

"I don’t think so."

"You’ll die little girl of evil. I may have once been evil but I fight for the better good now.

"Die vampire!" She hissed. Then they began to clash swords and he had to admit that she was good. The best that he had seen in hundreds of years. Each tried to get the upper hand so that they could kill the other but they were of the same strength. As she flipped over him and landed on the garbage can he knew that only one other girl could do that move and she should of died hundreds of years before. He then knew that something was wrong. His sword clashed to the ground as he pulled back his hood. She searched her mind for where she had seen that face before. That’s when he pulled out the stakes with a twirl he sent them flying in the air and then caught them. She then knew that only one other vampire could do that and he should have died in the apocalypse.

They both both met in the middle of the alley. He whispered her name as if it was in a dream. "Buffy, My Buffy, Buffy the vampire slayer."

"Angel, my angel of the night, angel the vamp with a soul." He searched her face for some sort of aging but all he found was youth and beauty and pain of many nights left alone crying out her one true love's name. He touched her face and he felt a cold feeling with in him.

"NO!" She turned away form him as if ashamed to let him look upon her unaged beauty. Then he had to ask.

"Who are you? Why don’t you tell me? There is only one person in the line of slayers that can do that and she was my lover 200 years ago. Therefore you have to be the great great granddaughter of Buffy the vampire slayer."

"Wrong. I am Buffy. I was your lover 200 years ago. I cried the night you left and every night for 200 years I’ve cried out your name."

"Oh, Buffy. Wait, you must hear my story."

"I will. Do you believe that I am Buffy? How old am I? 456 years old and I am 218 years old and we're still counting. It is you. I am an immortal now."

"How, why?"

"My soul would never rest without you. After you left I found out that I was Pregnant with your child."

"What? How can it be?"

"I lost your child in a fight with a vampire. Spike told me to take it easy but I didn’t listen. I lost the second most important thing to me because I was too hard headed to listen. I will never forgive myself. I let Spike turn me. I depended on him for so long because he was like you just with a chip in his head. I was given a soul to merge good and evil only I screwed that up 10 years after I became a vamp."

"What do you mean?"

"I got pregnant with Spike child."

"How can that be?"

"I guess because we were both vamps. Although a good vamp and a bad one doesn’t make the best gene pool. I gave birth to the Evil slayer or Cleo. She goes around killing vamps and trying to eliminate them. I thought that was what slayers do, but she is not the called slayer."

"Wesley’s daughter is. I know that they are immortal. At least I still have some friends. I got to watch Willow, Oz, Giles, Anya, Zander, and Dawn and your mother die. Not to mention all their children and their children and so on."

"About 50 years ago Spike was staked by our daughter. On her 18th birthday."

"Let me guess? The anniverery of the night we made love and I lost my soul."

"Yes."

"She’s immortal?"

"Yes. She can only be killed by a stake from her blood."

"Means that leaves you?"

"No. It has to be a child of mine. Um, unless you and Spike had another child I don’t see her dying anytime soon."

"We didn’t. After I saw how she was turning out we never had another child."

"Did you love him?"

"Some but not as much as I love you." With that it began to rain and they kissed. The too phantoms of the night had merged once again.

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