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Summary: After the apocalypse the surviving members of the Slayerettes are given a chance at life. part two is archived in the charmed section

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Apocalypitc Reflections

Title: Apocalyptic Reflections

Author: VampieGirl

E-Mail: VampieGirl_1745@yahoo.com

Distribution: Anywhere and everywhere just keep me attached

Content: Major Angst fest

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Spiral, The Gift

Summary: After the apocalypse the surviving members of the Slayerettes are given a chance at life

Disclaimer: All surviving members of the Slayerettes do not belong to me Robert Swindles "Brother In The Land" belongs to Puffin Books.

Authors notes: Time line wise it’s set way in the future. Warning major angst ahead and I mean it not for the easily depressed. I wrote this story after I read Robert Swindles "Brother In The Land". I strongly recommend that you read his book.


Feed back: Yes! Yes! Feed me I get an insane happy when the nice lady goes “You have e-mail”


Excerpt from Robert Swindles "Brother In The Land"

Before

East is East and West is West, and maybe it was a difference of opinion or just a computer malfunction. Either way, it set off a chain of events that nobody but a madman could have wanted and which nobody, not even the madmen, could stop.

There were missiles.
Under the earth.
In the sky.
Beneath the waves.
Missiles with thermo-nuclear warheads, enough to kill everybody on earth.
Three times over.


And something set them off; sent them flying, West to East and East to West, crossing in the middle like cars on a cable-railway.

East and West, the sirens wailed. Emergency procedures began, hampered here and there by understandable panic. Helpful leaflets were distributed and roads sealed off. VIPs went to their bunkers and volunteers stood at their posts. Suddenly, nobody wanted to be an engine-driver anymore, or a model or a rock-star. Everybody wanted to be one thing: a survivor. But it was an overcrowded profession.

The missiles climbed their trajectory arcs, rolled over the top and came down, accelerating. Below, everyone was ready. The Frimleys had their shelter in the lounge. The Bukovskys favoured the cellar. A quick survey would have revealed no overwhelming preference, worldwide, for one part of the house over the others.

Down came the missiles. Some had just the one warhead, others had several, ranging from the compact, almost tactical warhead to the large, family size. Every town was to receive its own, individually-programmed warhead. Not one had been left out.

They struck, screaming in with pinpoint accuracy, bursting with blinding flashes, brighter than a thousand suns. Whole towns and city-centres vaporized instantly; while tarmac, trees and houses thirty miles from the explosions burst into flames. Fireballs, expanding in a second to several miles across, melted and devoured all matter that fell within their diameters. Blast-waves, travelling faster than sound, ripped through the suburbs. Houses disintegrated and vanished. So fierce were the flames that they devoured all the oxygen around them, suffocating those people who had sought refuge in deep shelters. Winds of a hundred-and-fifty miles an hour, rushing in to fill the vacuum, created fire-storms that howled through the streets, where temperatures in the thousands cooked the subterranean dead. The very earth heaved and shook as the warheads rained down, burst upon burst upon burst, and a terrible thunder rent the skies.

For an hour the warheads fell, then ceased. A great silence descended over the land. The Bukovskys had gone, and the Frimleys were no more. Through the silence, through the pall of smoke and dust that blackened the sky, trillions of deadly radioactive particles began to fall. They fell soundlessly, settling like an invisible snow on the devastated earth.

Incredibly, here and there, people had survived the bombardment. They lay stunned in the ruins, incapable of thought. Drifting on the wind, the particles sifted in upon them, landing unseen on clothing, skin and hair, so that most of these too would die, but slowly.

Most, but not all. There were those whose fate it was to wander this landscape of poisonous desolation. One of them was me.


Part: 1

No one really knew what happened just that it did. On the twenty first of July two thousand and one the world ended and it was no demon. Sometimes I wish that the hellmouth had opened up that night and it away it did but instead of hell coming from below it came from above. Hellfire from the heavens. That events far out of our control would be the end of us. That something we overlooked years ago was the end of us. That it was no demon covered in slime but a man in a uniform buried a mile under the earth thousands of miles away, with a little red key could end the world. That no prophecy could have warned us of the impending fate.

We'd saved the world again but at hell of a price. Buffy had died when the dimensions opened. She'd sacrificed her self to save her sister. When they closed we were left to deal with the fallout several demons had made their way into our dimension, but something that we'd never expected. Were people normal people that had been taken out of their dimensions and stuffed in ours. In all there were twelve demons, one dragon and thirty-four humans plus some vampires but we never got to count them and something else, unseen unknown but totally evil.

We now had no slayer as it turned out Buffy's replacement was already here, Faith but she was still in prison and wasn't due out for at least ten to twelve years.

The weeks after Buffy's death passed in some sort of haze. No one could get hold of Angel, Cordy or Wesley. An ex-police officer called Kate had deemed them out of town with no way to contact them.

Buffy's funeral had been a somewhat rushed affair as most funerals in Sunnydale were. Finally after much deliberation a simple statement had been decided on "She saved the world a lot" and she had been buried in a shaded spot next to her mother. It had been a painful shame to have to class Buffy's death as a suicide but the police wanted something to go on their forms and nobody questioned it.

Spike turned into something unrecognizable he went around by night killing anything that didn’t have a pulse. The twelve demons we'd inherited didn’t last long, neither did the dragon. He was fiercely protective of Dawn he'd made a promise to Buffy and he kept it. He doted on Dawn one of the great puzzles someone with that much money had decided to live in a crypt.

With the demons and the vampire's taken care of all we had to do was figure out what to do with our new residents of Sunnydale. They were a complete cross section half of them believed in demons and vampire and most of that half decided that this dimension was better than the dimension that they had come from. There were four that were completely psychotic they were admitted to Sunnydale mental hospital, which is the largest in the state; well no one believed them anyway.

You then had the non-believers where vampires, demons went against everything. The came from dimensions where vampires simply didn’t exist. We couldn't get them home we just didn’t know how and we couldn't send them back the way they came. We did our best to get them settled. I became quite good at making fake ID's and finding them jobs and places to live. Then there was this one kid Cara Sowyer must have been twelve, thirteen who insisted that she knew us, that we didn't exist, that we were just a TV show and this was some kind of VR. A nice middle aged man took her under his wing and that was the last we herd of TV show's and VR. A group of about three came and asked us how to get funding to research the Einstein Rosenberg Podalski bridge saying that magic was impossible and that physics was the only way to go.

It was on a trip to LA when I dropped by the hotel, to see if angel had been back at all. When he came through the door announcing that there was no place like home. Hours later I had explained the whole story and Angel was devastated. All the non-brooding had been doing while away in this other dimension evaporated and he came to Sunnydale and had a vicious bust up with Spike and left the pair of them left to lick there wounds.

This girl Fred, who'd, spent too long in this other dimension. Came along she met up with the other scientists and they hit it of. For some reason they believed a slightly nutty scientist over me a sane Wiccan. Each to there own I suppose.

Our other loss was Giles he was guilt ridden over Buffy's death and something else that he wouldn't talk to us about, he left to return to England and we have never seen or heard from him again. He handed the shop over to us all six of us have run it together for years. It's kept us all comfortable. Xander and Anya through there many kids it's four with a fifth on it's way but its thought that there is a sixth in there as well. Me through tragedy Tara died in a car crash three years ago they say she died instantly, In away I'm glad that it wasn’t demon related.

Dawn's graduated from university with a medical degree, we’ve already been to the ceremony that was a yesterday. We have a double reason to party we're finally got a slayer and she saved the world. Faith had made early parole we have been talking for years ever since Buffy's death. Angel's picking her up they should be here soon.

For year's Angel severed all contact with us he wouldn't even set foot in Sunnydale. He worked with Wesley, Gun and Cordelia and helped to build Angel investigations into quite a lucrative business. Their greatest triumphs being winning a fraud case against Wolfram and Heart forcing the company into liquidation. Causing the forces of evil to have to reorganize them selves. Maybe that's what caused it? I don't know why I still want to refuse the fact that it was no demonic force or ancient evil but a human. It would be easier to accept it that way that something alien had done this not that we only had our selves to blame.

The cruelest twist of fate the night the world ended and the fire that swept the land robbing so many of their lives, was the night that Angel gained his.
Title: Apocalyptic Reflections

Author: VampieGirl

E-Mail: VampieGirl_1745@yahoo.com

Distribution: Anywhere and everywhere just keep me attached

Content: Major Angst fest

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Spiral, The Gift

Summary: After the apocalypse the surviving members of the Slayerettes are given a chance at life

Disclaimer: All surviving members of the Slayerettes do not belong to me Robert Swindles "Brother In The Land" belongs to Puffin Books.

Authors notes: Time line wise it’s set way in the future. Warning major angst ahead and I mean it not for the easily depressed. I wrote this story after I read Robert Swindles "Brother In The Land". I strongly recommend that you read his book.


Feed back: Yes! Yes! Feed me I get an insane happy when the nice lady goes “You have e-mail”


Excerpt from Robert Swindles "Brother In The Land"

Before

East is East and West is West, and maybe it was a difference of opinion or just a computer malfunction. Either way, it set off a chain of events that nobody but a madman could have wanted and which nobody, not even the madmen, could stop.

There were missiles.
Under the earth.
In the sky.
Beneath the waves.
Missiles with thermo-nuclear warheads, enough to kill everybody on earth.
Three times over.


And something set them off; sent them flying, West to East and East to West, crossing in the middle like cars on a cable-railway.

East and West, the sirens wailed. Emergency procedures began, hampered here and there by understandable panic. Helpful leaflets were distributed and roads sealed off. VIPs went to their bunkers and volunteers stood at their posts. Suddenly, nobody wanted to be an engine-driver anymore, or a model or a rock-star. Everybody wanted to be one thing: a survivor. But it was an overcrowded profession.

The missiles climbed their trajectory arcs, rolled over the top and came down, accelerating. Below, everyone was ready. The Frimleys had their shelter in the lounge. The Bukovskys favoured the cellar. A quick survey would have revealed no overwhelming preference, worldwide, for one part of the house over the others.

Down came the missiles. Some had just the one warhead, others had several, ranging from the compact, almost tactical warhead to the large, family size. Every town was to receive its own, individually-programmed warhead. Not one had been left out.

They struck, screaming in with pinpoint accuracy, bursting with blinding flashes, brighter than a thousand suns. Whole towns and city-centres vaporized instantly; while tarmac, trees and houses thirty miles from the explosions burst into flames. Fireballs, expanding in a second to several miles across, melted and devoured all matter that fell within their diameters. Blast-waves, travelling faster than sound, ripped through the suburbs. Houses disintegrated and vanished. So fierce were the flames that they devoured all the oxygen around them, suffocating those people who had sought refuge in deep shelters. Winds of a hundred-and-fifty miles an hour, rushing in to fill the vacuum, created fire-storms that howled through the streets, where temperatures in the thousands cooked the subterranean dead. The very earth heaved and shook as the warheads rained down, burst upon burst upon burst, and a terrible thunder rent the skies.

For an hour the warheads fell, then ceased. A great silence descended over the land. The Bukovskys had gone, and the Frimleys were no more. Through the silence, through the pall of smoke and dust that blackened the sky, trillions of deadly radioactive particles began to fall. They fell soundlessly, settling like an invisible snow on the devastated earth.

Incredibly, here and there, people had survived the bombardment. They lay stunned in the ruins, incapable of thought. Drifting on the wind, the particles sifted in upon them, landing unseen on clothing, skin and hair, so that most of these too would die, but slowly.

Most, but not all. There were those whose fate it was to wander this landscape of poisonous desolation. One of them was me.


Part: 1

No one really knew what happened just that it did. On the twenty first of July two thousand and one the world ended and it was no demon. Sometimes I wish that the hellmouth had opened up that night and it away it did but instead of hell coming from below it came from above. Hellfire from the heavens. That events far out of our control would be the end of us. That something we overlooked years ago was the end of us. That it was no demon covered in slime but a man in a uniform buried a mile under the earth thousands of miles away, with a little red key could end the world. That no prophecy could have warned us of the impending fate.

We'd saved the world again but at hell of a price. Buffy had died when the dimensions opened. She'd sacrificed her self to save her sister. When they closed we were left to deal with the fallout several demons had made their way into our dimension, but something that we'd never expected. Were people normal people that had been taken out of their dimensions and stuffed in ours. In all there were twelve demons, one dragon and thirty-four humans plus some vampires but we never got to count them and something else, unseen unknown but totally evil.

We now had no slayer as it turned out Buffy's replacement was already here, Faith but she was still in prison and wasn't due out for at least ten to twelve years.

The weeks after Buffy's death passed in some sort of haze. No one could get hold of Angel, Cordy or Wesley. An ex-police officer called Kate had deemed them out of town with no way to contact them.

Buffy's funeral had been a somewhat rushed affair as most funerals in Sunnydale were. Finally after much deliberation a simple statement had been decided on "She saved the world a lot" and she had been buried in a shaded spot next to her mother. It had been a painful shame to have to class Buffy's death as a suicide but the police wanted something to go on their forms and nobody questioned it.

Spike turned into something unrecognizable he went around by night killing anything that didn’t have a pulse. The twelve demons we'd inherited didn’t last long, neither did the dragon. He was fiercely protective of Dawn he'd made a promise to Buffy and he kept it. He doted on Dawn one of the great puzzles someone with that much money had decided to live in a crypt.

With the demons and the vampire's taken care of all we had to do was figure out what to do with our new residents of Sunnydale. They were a complete cross section half of them believed in demons and vampire and most of that half decided that this dimension was better than the dimension that they had come from. There were four that were completely psychotic they were admitted to Sunnydale mental hospital, which is the largest in the state; well no one believed them anyway.

You then had the non-believers where vampires, demons went against everything. The came from dimensions where vampires simply didn’t exist. We couldn't get them home we just didn’t know how and we couldn't send them back the way they came. We did our best to get them settled. I became quite good at making fake ID's and finding them jobs and places to live. Then there was this one kid Cara Sowyer must have been twelve, thirteen who insisted that she knew us, that we didn't exist, that we were just a TV show and this was some kind of VR. A nice middle aged man took her under his wing and that was the last we herd of TV show's and VR. A group of about three came and asked us how to get funding to research the Einstein Rosenberg Podalski bridge saying that magic was impossible and that physics was the only way to go.

It was on a trip to LA when I dropped by the hotel, to see if angel had been back at all. When he came through the door announcing that there was no place like home. Hours later I had explained the whole story and Angel was devastated. All the non-brooding had been doing while away in this other dimension evaporated and he came to Sunnydale and had a vicious bust up with Spike and left the pair of them left to lick there wounds.

This girl Fred, who'd, spent too long in this other dimension. Came along she met up with the other scientists and they hit it of. For some reason they believed a slightly nutty scientist over me a sane Wiccan. Each to there own I suppose.

Our other loss was Giles he was guilt ridden over Buffy's death and something else that he wouldn't talk to us about, he left to return to England and we have never seen or heard from him again. He handed the shop over to us all six of us have run it together for years. It's kept us all comfortable. Xander and Anya through there many kids it's four with a fifth on it's way but its thought that there is a sixth in there as well. Me through tragedy Tara died in a car crash three years ago they say she died instantly, In away I'm glad that it wasn’t demon related.

Dawn's graduated from university with a medical degree, we’ve already been to the ceremony that was a yesterday. We have a double reason to party we're finally got a slayer and she saved the world. Faith had made early parole we have been talking for years ever since Buffy's death. Angel's picking her up they should be here soon.

For year's Angel severed all contact with us he wouldn't even set foot in Sunnydale. He worked with Wesley, Gun and Cordelia and helped to build Angel investigations into quite a lucrative business. Their greatest triumphs being winning a fraud case against Wolfram and Heart forcing the company into liquidation. Causing the forces of evil to have to reorganize them selves. Maybe that's what caused it? I don't know why I still want to refuse the fact that it was no demonic force or ancient evil but a human. It would be easier to accept it that way that something alien had done this not that we only had our selves to blame.

The cruelest twist of fate the night the world ended and the fire that swept the land robbing so many of their lives, was the night that Angel gained his.
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