Chapter One: Revelations
This is a Buffy/Silmarillion crossover. Post Buffy/Angel series finales. Buffy & all related characters belong to Joss Whedon. All Silmarillion characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. The ones you never heard of, they belong to me. Warnings: language & violence. Ratings may change in later chapters. Please read and review!
Chapter One: Revelations
The rain beat against the mullion windows of the library at Lindon Hall. Buffy looked up as the flash of lightning was followed by a rumbling crack of thunder that shook the castle down to its foundations. Typical English weather
, thought Buffy. She glanced back down at the amulet that she fingered in her hand as another flash lit up the English countryside.
Yes, the same amulet that Spike had worn three years ago to shut the Hellmouth in Sunnydale. Angel had sent it to her as a peace offering during his stint at Wolfram & Hart. It was a token of his good will towards her; she thought it was more like a bribe. He used it as a way to entice her to come to L.A. and aid him in his war with The Circle of the Black Thorn. And he desperately needed her help. They had all thought that Angel had gone to the dark side with his irrational behavior and being in charge of the L.A. offices of that evil law firm run by demons. It seemed so against the true nature of Angel. Nevertheless, Buffy kept a close eye on him and a safe distance.
Angel's Apocalypse, (that’s how the Council referred to it), was probably the worst battle that Buffy had ever fought in. It was greater than the one with Glory and much longer. Her blood alone would not shut those doors that had opened. And L.A. wasn’t even on a Hellmouth! The battle was devastating. Many Slayer lives were lost. But they had won! And that’s all that counts in the end, right?
Buffy’s life had changed so much since leaving California. She, the Scoobies, and Giles had immediately left the country for England. It only made sense since all their homes had been sucked into Hell. Furthermore, it was now up to Giles to take charge of the Council. None of the surviving Watchers dared to argue with him as he had an army of Slayers, led by Buffy, to back him up. And of course, our favorite witch as well.
They had jetted off to Giles’ estate first, which became their temporary headquarters. While there, Giles tried to contact all the surviving Watchers throughout the world. The Watchers were notified about Willow’s spell that had activated all the potential Slayers in the world. There were now eight hundred and thirty-seven of them, to be exact, all over the world, all needing training and guidance. Willow had tipped the scales in their favor so dramatically with that one spell. She had become more like a magically inclined Slayer, she fought with the Big Bads as much as the other girls. She could stand alone, and that was saying something.
With the aid of the other Slayers that the gang had already found, they began searching far and wide for the rest of the magically enhanced girls scattered throughout the world. A seemingly difficult task, but it wasn’t so. Whenever a potential Slayer was born, her name magically appeared in a book called Futurus de Librum
(Book of Potentials.) That was the tool that the Watchers had used in the past to find their girl. It now listed all the Slayers that had been activated, regardless of age. Buffy would soon discover what resources the Council had at its disposal, and when she got a clear reading on things – she was pissed.
First of all, the Council had so much money at their disposal that it nearly made Buffy vomit. She had no idea that their funding came from nearly every country on the planet; something like a demon fund. Whenever one of the contributing countries had a monster problem, they contacted the Council and the Slayer was dispatched to fix said problem. Yet for some reason, only the Watchers got any money. No Slayer received a paycheck. The thought of that really hit Buffy hard. She recalled, all too clearly, how she wasn’t able to pay her bills and had nearly lost her home. All the while, the Watchers lived in the lap of luxury. But no more. Buffy would see to that.
The reorganization was still under way and Buffy played a great role in that. Slayers now got paid for one thing. If one was going to put one’s ass on the line, one should be compensated well for it. There was plenty to go around. And the countries that did not contribute to the fund would not be without the aid of a Slayer if they had a demon problem; they were there to help everyone.
Buffy, Xander and Willow assisted Giles with setting up headquarters in London. The new building was finally completed and up and running. They all ended up taking positions at the Council. None of them wanted to be a Watcher, but the need for them was so great that they didn’t have much choice. They all had a lot of experience fighting the good fight, and that alone qualified them for their seats. Buffy became second in command to Giles since she was selected champion of their cause. She would see to it that the girls were protected.
But don’t think that everything was work, work, work with the Scoobies. No way! They had spent a few months with Giles after they had averted the Apocalypse and then left for Italy. Willow had no idea how precious a gift she had given Buffy by activating the Potentials. She had a life now; she could go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Freedom; she hadn’t had that since she had been Called. She now had the opportunity to see the world and the whole of Europe was only a train ride away. The Slayer chose to go to Italy first because of the excellent food and the hot guys. Tall, dark and handsome - that’s how Buffy liked her men. And she had found him, too: Allandro. He was known throughout the underworld as The Immortal, and he was indeed a very interesting character. His commitment to fighting evil seemed ambiguous at times, according to Giles and the other Watchers, but he had always been incredibly sweet and helpful to Buffy since their first meeting at Via della Croce
Allandro was older than old. He was very perceptive, wise, caring, loving, strong and gorgeous. He had become one of Buffy’s closest allies as well as her lover. While the Slayer still shared a flat with her sister, she spent many a night at Allandro’s palazzo
on the outskirts of Rome. Hell, she pretty much lived there. Dawn was now going to college in that infamous city, studying ancient languages, and demanded much quiet time at home. That was a little too much for Buffy, not that she was some wild party animal or something. Perhaps the demons that constantly smashed through their windows late at night had something to do with it. She really didn’t know. Regardless, she stayed away from the apartment for the most part, giving Dawnie the peace that she desired.
After three years in Europe, the time had arrived for the Slayer to devote herself to the consistent problem that had plagued Mankind prior to their creation - The First. The First had never left Buffy’s mind and he was ever in her thoughts. Recently, she developed a strong desire to resume the fight against him while they still had the upper hand. She was convinced that they could close all the remaining Hellmouths in the world and lock that son-of-a-bitch out of their dimension for good. With much effort, she convinced the others of that too.
Willow had done a spell to find the location of all the Hellmouths. There were twelve altogether yet with the closing of the one in Sunnydale that left eleven. There was one in North America, five in Europe, one in South America, two in Asia, one in Africa and one in Central America. They had dispatched recon squads to find the exact location of each one. Once they determined where the sites were, they could proceed on.
After nearly four months, there was still no word from the recon squads. As soon as they reported their findings to the Council, Buffy and the others would head back to England to finalize her plan. They still had some obstacles, though. The main one was that they only had the one amulet and eleven Hellmouths to close. The Council had all their best people working on deciphering the amulet’s mystical properties in hope of obtaining some type of solution.
In the mean time, Buffy continued her every day patrolling. Rome was indeed a hub of evil activity. While it wasn’t on a bocca inferno
, there were still a lot of beastly creatures roaming about. One thing that Buffy had come to realize was that retirement was not an option for a Slayer. No matter how much one wants to avoid the Calling, you can’t turn away from it; it’s definitely a part of who you are. The need to hunt, to slay; its part of a Slayer’s essence. And no matter how hard you try, you can’t run away from your destiny.
As the days passed and the New Year rolled in, there was still no word from the recon squads. Winter had arrived in full force and the winds howled with a determined fury that cut you right to the bone. It was at that time when Buffy started experiencing weird dreams. One of them stood out most in her mind…
The Slayer was standing in a spectacular, deserted city carved into the side of a monstrous rock cliff overlooking a large bay. The smell of salt wafted in the air, the sun’s warm rays beamed down upon her. She was dressed in a white gossamer gown that billowed behind her as she descended the carved stairway. The stone steps felt cool beneath her bare feet.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she ambled towards the docks. It was dead quiet; even the water seemed to be abnormally still. Buffy sat at the edge of the pier, her legs dangled over the end of the platform. She sensed that she was waiting for someone, that she was expected.
“You made it, Bella,” she heard an all too familiar voice breaking the silence. She turned her head; Allandro was standing beside her. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” It seemed odd to Buffy to see her lover wearing blue robes. She couldn’t help but notice that he was barefoot too.
“Just got here,” she replied, turning her eyes back to the water. “Where are we?”
“Ahh,” he responded with a sigh as he sat down next to her. “Yes, I expect you don’t remember.”
“What do you mean ‘don’t remember?’ I’ve never seen this place before. I would definitely remember.” Buffy had never seen a city like that before. She would most certainly remember visiting a place that she found so captivating.
Allandro laughed. She faced him, immediately she noticed the amulet hanging from his neck.
“Perhaps you don’t.” He started swinging his dangling legs. “It doesn’t matter. This is Lindon. Beautiful, isn’t it, Bella?” Allandro had never called her by her birth name; he always called her Bella since their first meeting.
“Yeah. But where’s all the people? Why is it deserted?”
“That doesn’t matter. There haven’t been people here in a long while.” He sighed before taking her hand in his. “It has been deserted for many ages, but that doesn’t matter.”
“You keep saying that!” retorted the Slayer, her annoyance quite obvious. “What the hell are we doing here?”
“You brought us here, did you not? It’s your dream, not mine.” Allandro shifted his gaze back to the still waters. “This, Bella, is where it all began.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Buffy, her confusion and irritation was growing by the moment.
“Your kin,” he answered.
“Slayers? I thought the first Slayer came from Africa?” asked a still confused Buffy.
“That is true. I’m not talking about the Slayer. I’m talking about the Watchers. The first Watcher came from Lindon long ago.”
“What has that got to do with me?” she asked, wishing that he would just get to the point.
“Everything!” replied Allandro as he locked eyes with her. “It has everything
to do with you. You have been given false information about the origins of the Slayer. The Slayer wasn’t inflicted with the essence of a demon. Not by a long shot,” he said, shaking his head in disgust. “The Slayer possesses great powers from the Gods themselves, powers to do good in such an evil and corrupt world. It’s important that you know that.”
“Because the time draws near.” He fell silent for a few moments. They both looked at the blue water again. “‘You think you know. What’s to come, what you are… You haven’t even begun’.”
A chill crept over Buffy when she heard those ominous words. She quickly faced her lover. “Okay, now you’ve given me the wiggins.” She couldn’t help but notice that he no longer wore the amulet, it was now resting on its silver chain around her neck. “What the hell does that mean, Allandro? Straight answer!”
“It’s simple; your time has now come. You are coming into your own. You are much greater than you think. Don’t you see that you’re no ordinary Slayer? For Christ’s sake, Bella, you’ve died twice! How many people can say that? Not too many, I deem.” His deep grey eyes searched hers; they expressed both his love and fascination of her. “Tomorrow you will receive the call from Giles saying that all the Hellmouths have been located… Your destiny awaits you.”
“See, that’s what I mean,” snapped Buffy before pulling her hand away and getting to her feet. “One simple question, that’s all I ask. And you give me a bunch of mumbo jumbo bullshit.” She glared at him. “What the hell am I? Can you answer that?”
Allandro rose to his feet as well. He towered over Buffy. “It’s not a simple question. Besides, I’m not in the position to answer that.”
“Then why are we here? And why is the amulet around my neck when you were wearing it when you got here?”
“Calm down, uccisora
.” He very seldom called her Slayer in Italian. “As I was saying, the time has come. The amulet was made for you. It belongs to no other.”
“But Angel said… ”
“Ugh, Angelus,” sneered her lover. Allandro now wore a frown on his handsome face. “Angelus wants the glory for himself. He would alter your destiny if he had the chance.” Before she could voice her thoughts on the matter, he began again, “The amulet must be worn by a champion, and you are that champion... ”
She cut him off. “If that’s the case, then how am I supposed to shut all the Hellmouths with one amulet? I need ten more if we’re gonna do this thing right.”
“Ah, that is also true. I can help you there.” He smiled knowingly at her.
“So you just happen to have ten very powerful amulets lying around the palazzo?” Buffy asked sarcastically.
“Indeed. I knew at some point that you would ask me about them. I was hoping it would have been sooner. Nevertheless, I can help you. I will give you all the amulets in my possession. It is imperative that you must
wear the amulet given to you by Angelus. That one… ” He took a deep breath. “That one was made especially for you. The others you may give to the Slayers who are willing to go on such an important mission.”
“That sounds kinda… cryptic,” replied the Slayer.
“It’s all about destiny, Bella. It’s all about destiny.”
Buffy looked intently at Allandro. A gentle breeze had picked up from the west. The sudden sound of a ringing telephone broke the silence.
“Do you hear that?” she asked. Allandro did not respond. She looked around to see where the sound was coming from. When her eyes fell upon Allandro again, he was covered in blood…
Buffy woke with a start, only to find herself back in bed. It was just a dream. The phone on the nightstand was still ringing. She glanced at Allandro who still slept soundly beside her. She picked up the receiver, “Ciao
“Good morning, Buffy,” greeted the voice of Giles. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” Buffy glanced at the clock; it was five forty-six in the morning.
“It’s okay. What’s going on?”
“I’m happy to report that the recon squads have finally arrived back. They, um, have found the precise location of all eleven Hellmouths. We also believe that we’ll be able to take some of the mystical properties from the amulet in our possession and transfer it into the ten other… ”
“No!” injected Buffy, as she quickly sat upright in bed. “Don’t let them do that, Giles. We can’t
alter that one... I think I may have found the solution to our dilemma.” She glanced down at the sleeping form of Allandro.
“But.. but Buffy… ” stammered Giles. “H-how? When did you get… ”
“I haven’t got it yet, but I will. Get in touch with the others. I’ll call you when I have them.” She hung up the receiver and glanced down at Allandro. She decided to let him sleep a while longer.
She crawled out of bed and pulled her robe over her flannel pajamas. Caffeine. That’s what the Slayer was craving. She slowly descended the stairs catching a whiff of freshly brewed coffee. Following the aroma towards the kitchen, she heard Giovanni singing to himself from behind the swinging door. She stopped and listened, as he had a beautiful voice, especially for a demon. He was singing Don’t Fear the Reaper
, the song by Blue Oyster Cult. She chuckled to herself, finding that an odd song to hear at the moment.
Buffy swung open the door and Giovanni greeted her with a perky, “Buongiorno
“Buongiorno,” she replied with a yawn. She made her way to the breakfast bar and climbed up on a barstool.
“You’re up awfully early,” he commented as he brought her over a cappuccino. “Did you not sleep well?”
She took a sip of the steaming coffee, inhaling the fumes that would soon bring her to life. “Um, yeah. I slept okay.”
“Hungry? I’ve got biscotti, cannoli… ”
Buffy raised her hand, stopping him mid-sentence. “Just the coffee.” He seemed a little disappointed.
Giovanni was actually a most excellent cook, though a little… odd. He reminded Buffy of the Incredible Hulk
except he wasn’t green; he was yellow. He looked like a big bulky guy with a real bad case of jaundice. His eyes were completely red except for his enormous pupils, which were black. It was as if someone beat the hell out of him and broke every blood vessel in both eyes. They looked quite creepy. His skin, (if you want to call it that), was similar to a lizards. Overall, he was a decent fellow.
“I take it that Signore
is still sleeping,” he said, helping himself to a biscotti.
“Yeah,” answered Buffy with yet another yawn. She watched the demon for a few moments. She wondered if he knew about the amulets. “Let me ask you something, Giovanni,” began the Slayer. “You’ve been Allandro’s, um, man-servant for a while now.”
, for nearly seven hundred years,” he answered, nodding his head enthusiastically.
Buffy felt slightly uncomfortable, but continued, “Has Allandro ever mentioned anything to you about any amulets?”
“Sì. My Signore discusses many things with me,” answered Giovanni with a smile. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter, clutching his mug full of coffee with both hands. The demon’s unusual eyes looked keenly into hers. He seemed to be relishing the moment, as though he had been waiting for Buffy to ask him that question. “He has many ancient artifacts from the day.”
“Hmm,” sounded Buffy before draining the contents of her cup. Giovanni quickly refilled it. Already, she could feel the effects of the caffeine. “Has he ever mentioned amulets in connection with me?”
. He has said to me, ‘Why hasn’t Bella asked from me what she so desperately needs?’ And I say to him, ‘It’s a matter of time, Signore.’”
“Oh.” That little revelation left Buffy stunned. She wondered why Allandro didn’t just fess up and tell her that he had the missing piece of the puzzle.
“I hear Signore coming now,” remarked the demon. He hastily began pulling out pans and the smell of bacon and eggs soon permeated through the massive kitchen. He greeted his master affectionately before placing a cup of espresso in his hand.
“Good morning, Bella,” said Allandro; he kissed her on her forehead. “You’re up early.”
“Giles called. Recon squads are back,” she answered.
“Excellent,” replied her lover with a smile as he made his way to the table. “I take it that you will soon be leaving for London? I must confess that I’m disappointed that they have returned so soon. I was hoping we could take a trip to Morocco. The weather has been ghastly.”
“Allandro, do you have some amulets that will help me in my fight against The First?” she blurted out. She thought that question would surprise him, but it didn’t faze him in the slightest.
He chewed on his bacon while Buffy waited with nervous anticipation. It seemed like it was taking him forever to swallow his food.
“Why yes, I think that I have some trinkets lying around that may work for you.”
“You’ve had them all this time? Why didn’t you say anything?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Buffy had talked about that dilemma for several months now, and he had never said one word about having the amulets that would help her close the Hellmouths.
“You never asked,” replied Allandro matter-of-factly before shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “Ask and you shall receive,” he added as he chewed his victuals. Giovanni then approached his master with a wooden box with several unusual symbols on it that Buffy didn’t recognize. “Come Bella, have a seat.” Buffy jumped off the barstool and sat in the chair next to Allandro. He put his fork down, took the box from Giovanni, and placed it on the table. “I knew at some point you would ask about these.”
“I figured you might volunteer the info,” she said disappointedly.
“Don’t be sad. You now have what you need for your war.” He opened the box, and for an instant Buffy could have sworn that she smelled sulfur. The odor quickly dissipated, the only scent was the cedar from the box. Ten amulets, similar to the one that Angel had given her, fit snugly in the little compartments inside the wooden case. Gold velvet cloth lined the interior of the box. “I’ll have Giovanni set them on silver chains for you. One might find it hard to fight while grasping this all the while.” He held an amulet in his hand, got up, and made some ridiculous fighting motions. Buffy couldn’t help but laugh. That seemed to be what Allandro was going for. “Let’s call this any early birthday gift.”
,” she said softly as Allandro handed her the box. “I owe you one.”
He laughed heartily. “Famous last words.” Buffy looked at him oddly. “I’ll keep you at your word.” He gently lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “You are a true champion, Bella. I believe in you. But now, if you don’t mind,” he placed his hands on the box, “I’d like to get Giovanni to put these on those chains.” Buffy let him take the box from her. He handed it over to Giovanni who soon left the room.