ConclusionDisclaimer: see previous chapters.
How they sing! How they ring! The wedding bells in the church where Xander and Anya Harris finally got married. True, it may surprise some to hear that they got wed in a church since so many friends of the bride were of the non-human persuasion, but don’t forget, this was Sunny-dale of many churches, where the now-late Richard Willikins had had foresight to built churches specifically designed for non-human inhabitants of Sunnydale and its environs; Xander and Anya got wed in one such church (though neither Xander nor other Scoobies was aware of that feature).
In many ways, of course, it was a traditional wedding: the bride wore white; the groom black, the bridesmaids were the traditional burlap-and-larva dresses and the flower girl (namely Dawn) wore blue. It was a very perfect occasion, everybody - even Giles – were very dignified, except for one thing. Buffy Summers – the senior Vampire slayer – was missing now for weeks, apparently neither alive nor dead, but her whereabouts were completely unknown: that was one of the reasons why she wasn’t invited to this wedding, for otherwise she totally would have been. But she was not.
The guests were treated to some first-rate moonshine made with raisins and plums and the food itself was to match it. (Some of the cakes had coins baked into them to signify Anya’s riches and status.) There was music, and dancing, and one of the guests – though later on nobody would admit that they had invited him – was certainly the star of the evening with his high jumps and other pranks.
All was going smoothly, until Tara got carried away (or perhaps she’d been irritated by her bridesmaid’s dress and said to spite the others): “Boy, I wish I knew where Buffy was at this point – we certainly do miss her right now!”
It was then that Faith was “spurred” into action. Until then she wasn’t behaving anyhow differently from the rest of the guests, but when she heard Tara say the w-word, her behaviour changed.
With a light, easy step (and was it just the trick of illumination, or had her face for a brief move-ment got covered in black-and-white check board marks?) she approached the dancing star of the party.
“Mala Volga, son of Malecoda, terlen-sorcerer of the First, what brings you to this party?” she asked him, completely at ease.
The dancer stopped. A cold, fish-like gaze appeared in his eyes right above the mouth full of shark-like teeth. His hands became fin-like webbed wings, webbed talons sprouted from his feet.
“Hello there, Vampire Slayer,” spoke Mala Volga, terlen-sorcerer of the First evil. “Great Alexicarra told my father Malacoda, who told me to tell you that the elder Vampire Slayer was found. Once more she’s saving the world, across the world, in England! You want to meet her in per-son? Go and see her there!” And with a flap of his fin-like wings, the terlen-sorcerer was gone.
“Well, there you have it, folks!” Faith said lightly in a voice that was somewhat mismatched with her facial expression. “Buffy the Vampire Slayer has been found at last!”
And she walked back to the buffet, and stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the evening.