Kragdon

EPILOGUE


“Huh” Glory sighed turning the head up side down, not really paying attention, as she looked closely at the neck of the severed head. Suddenly smiling in amusement, at her no longer quickly boring present; her head lifting slightly as she shouted out

“Hey did you know that the bitch was a robot?” to apparently no one.

“Faith?” she questioned, turning confused, thinking to herself that she should have heard her jester leave. Then again shouldn’t she notice the dark slayers presence anyways she was after all a god.

As if just thinking it started it all, a huge explosion sounded outside as a rush of energy passed through her, retreating back to where ever it came. Looking at the head in her hands suddenly feeing nauseated and not at all like her powerful self.

“Glory, your really not the brightest god in the heavens are you?” buffy ask as she bitch slapped the god with the troll war hammer that Ares as a “wedding present” juiced up a little.

“It not possible,” glory stammered standing shakily to her feet wiping the blood away from her mouth, “you’re dead. She gave me your head.”

“Yeah about that,” swinging the hammer straight into her gut sending her through the wall “I really hate it when people try to use the people I care about against me” Buffy finished as she followed running and jumping through it hitting the god under the chin with the handle of the hammer while still in the air.

”Just thought you ought to know.” She told the unconscious god, before running off to help with the surviving fighting minions that Ares hadn’t beheaded or blown up, then see how dawn was and more importantly faith.

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Faith emerged out of the shadows; having waited until buffy had left so that she could do this. Her eyes a black that rivaled oblivions own darkness, her hands and fingers looking like some type of crude claws. In one hand a new sword was in her hand; growling deep in her throat as her canines elongated and her ears sharpened into points. Gripping the sword tightly in her hand as she charged forward, all the pent up rage that she had been feeling since the knowledge of her friend’s deaths and her sisters kidnapping enveloping her whole as she pounced.

Reaching a hand up glory threw Faith away having recovered from her shock and the betrayal that Faith had committed against her. HER! She was a god, as faith was nothing but a fool that she thought had great potential ruling by her side.

Glory was practically fuming at this moment, thinking with an uneven head that she could and would beat the disgusting meat bag to death, Glory charged forward, screaming.

Faith just as angry at the violations and the gal of glory charged also a part of her mind that would forever be slayer, keeping the sword that she had dropped from her grasp after she had landed awkwardly on the floor disconnecting her right shoulder.

Wrestling on the floor trying to shred each other to pieces both forgot about the battle surrounding them, not caring really just trying to kill the other. Faith forgetting about a mine she had set up and glory not knowing about it, sent the both sprawling to the floor knocking the sword fully away before faith could reach it.

Glory who didn’t seem as dazed as faith at having her head slammed into a solid concrete wall after an explosion, took the opportunity to strangle faith, murder in her eyes fueling the fire with in her enough to fight off been for the moment, gritting out “I. Just. Wanted. To. Go. HOME;” Through clenched teeth tightening her grip around the fragile neck. Intent to finish the job when she felt a sharp pain in her back that spread through her whole body, thinking one last thought before she died collapsing on top of faith, “Such pure energy.”


Dawn had kneeled and watched from the safety of the crevice where faith had shoved her and told her to stay put with Tara and an injured willow, who looked just as exhausted as she felt. Looking back at them she noticed that willow was unconscious and Tara was to busy paying any attention to her, so she decided to go look for faith remembering the training from Xairna and faith, she snuck away, hoping to find her sister to thank and maybe help her.

Dawn found faith half way transformed and glory fighting, hiding in the shadows waiting to see if faith needed her help and if so when would an opportunity arise to be of any help at all. Ducking behind some solid rubble covering her ears as the room exploded.

Shaking the dust out of her hair and off her body Dawn stood up slightly hunching over to see what had happened. Eyes widening Dawn held the urge to scream out for buffy or someone else who was to far away at the moment only just slowing down their movements as the realization that the battle was just about over. Knowing that she was the only one that was close enough to keep faith from dying looked frantically for a weapon. Spying the sword that came from combining the daggers, dawn ran to it finding that it wasn’t as heavy as it had felt earlier. Hefting the sword towards them Dawn raised it above her head bellowing in a loud almost inhuman scream that went unnoticed as another explosion went off bringing the sword down with all her strength closing her eyes feeling the sword come against resistance and then slide right through like it was warm butter. It felt like every word that her sister buffy had written in her journal about stabbing faith for angel only she didn’t feel guilty really just shocked that she did it at all.

Being broken from her thoughts at a groaning she looked down berating herself at forgetting that Faith was under glory. Then a thought hit her with full realization, ‘Oh god faith was under glory’. Acting quickly she pulled the sword out and push glory off of the now human faith. Falling to her knees Dawn frantically looked over the bloody and battered body of her sister stammering through tears that were starting to shed.

“O-oh god f-faith I am s-so so sorry, it was an accident. Oh god what have I done? i-I’ll go get the others.” she asked looking at her bloodied hands, starting to feel that guilt.

Coughing a bit as she felt herself dying, faith tried to get dawn’s attention. Seeing that what she was doing wasn’t working and was in fact hurting her even worse she grabbed dawn by the shirt pulling her down.

“An’w grtes’t… tunI proteggere buffy” (haven’t time…. must protect buffy) Faith paused to catch her breath knowing that she didn’t have a lot of time left.
“proteggere s’ ki’benia” (protect the baby) Faith got out laying back down exhausted closing her eyes, a single tear running down the side of her face as she stopped breathing and let her self be taken knowing in her heart that dawn would do what ever she had to in her power to protect the next generation; knowing with certainty, that she would spend her after-life in peace.
Buffy had come running to find her sister sobbing over the body of her mate knowing the pain that she felt in her heart was real. Faith was really dead. Falling to her knees Buffy buried her head in her hands folding into herself crying for the love and happiness that she had with faith being stolen from them so soon.

Ten days and eight months later…

“Congratulation’s, Mrs. Lehane. You are now the proud parent of a beautiful baby Girl.” The doctor exclaimed holding the bundle of joy high in the air for her mother to see the child, before handing her to the nurse to clean the little girl up.
Lying back breathing a sigh of relief, 32 hours of labor was exhausting even for a slayer who had immortal in-laws and a way overprotective family of friends. Shaking the sadness she felt when she thought about Faith she looked down at the bundle that had just been handed to her, smiling the hugest smile as she looked at her… ‘no,’ she corrected her self ‘our daughter, faith, our daughter… Amelia Joyce Lehane’

The End