SPOILERS
: Spoilers for the first three seasons of Buffy.DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you shall probably receive.
Rating: PG-13 for violence, a bit more than most episodes, but I can think of a few that are worse. The original version was R for graphic violence, but I edited most of it out.
Author’s Notes: My millennium story. I haven’t yet seen any of fourth seasons, this is based on some rumors (although I am still in Parker denial).
From Death
The sky began to lighten over the town of Sunnydale. The first day of the year 2000 was about to begin.
One figure was standing alone, all alone at the new beginning.
Moonlight gilded highlights in black hair.
Dark eyes stared out over the town without emotion.
Sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps from behind.
The Whistler assessed the situation as he took the last step out from under the trees. He knew what he needed to do, and he knew that it would be almost impossible.
The dark figure spoke. "It looks so quiet. I bet half of them are still awake." A snort of pain. "A new start, a new millennium."
The demon decided to be direct. "Don’t you think you should be inside?"
The dark head gave a shake of negation.
"Come on, you need to get inside."
"It’s finally time. I’ve gone so long without the sunlight. I won’t go any longer."
At last the Whistler nodded his head. Perhaps it was not his place to stop this. "I just wanted to see if you knew."
There was a bark of something that might have been laughter. "I know."
The demon waited.
"The Slayer is dead, how could I not know?"
The Whistler nodded his head slowly as he realized what he was being told.
Once, a Slayer had stood on this hill and witnessed a miracle with her lover. The Whistler wondered if he would witness another miracle, or the beginning of the end.
The sun rose.
Dark eyes squinted against the brightness, as eyes adapted to darkness saw the sun for the first time.
Fangs flashed as burning pain was acknowledged with a snarl.
But the now golden eyes stared at the golden orb without flinching.
A moment passed as the demon watched in wonderment. He had not known the outcome of this moment. A pillar of flames had not been out of the question.
But that was not to be. A sigh passed from his lips. Perhaps fate would have been kinder with flames.
One pale hand pushed a pair of sunglasses over sensitive eyes.
And a black clothed figure turned and walked off, without acknowledging the demon.
The demon watched as the figure walked away.
When he was sure that even vampiric hearing could not pick up his words, he spoke quietly.
"One falls, the next is called. Good luck."
"It’s a new millennium. It’s a new world."