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Back To The Beginning
The earth rumbled as the amulet around Spike’s neck began to glow. As his metamorphosis began the earth gave birth to the Uber Vamps. While the carnage began in Sunnydale, around the world mother earth spit up all kinds of bile all over the world.

The dewy grass moved in the gentle breeze. The English rain fell lazily coating the meadow like a down blanket. The prickly fingers of the earth quake grasped the quiet meadow. The worn seal cracked beneath the weight cracking the seal. The foul stench wafted up through the growing rift. As one Hellmouth closed another opened thousands of miles away.

The seal still powerful sprang forth a tree. The old ones the guardians carefully mastered the words. As the words were spoken the slayer spilled her blood to forever close the Hellmouth.

The tree talkers had not foreseen the deaths of so many new slayers their blood weakened the spirit of the druid daughter, a slayer in a long line of slayers. A heritage that spanned hundreds of years before this young druid slayer and hundreds of years after her death a heritage that would reopen the seal.

The ancient ones were wise but they had not counted on the powers of one tiny red-headed Wicca.

In the druid way the guardian sprang from the Boca Del Inferno replacing the seal. The roots of the tree bored through the seal until it was all gone. The damage was done the scent of the Hellmouth hung heavily upon the air attracting all forms of evil.

The small English town began to know loss and sorrow. A few of the old ones remained but the wisdom gained on that day so many years ago was lost. No one checked on the seal, no one noticed the beautiful tree that in one night took its place. The only witness the English rain whose words were empty to all of those but the old ones.

The rain watched as atrocity upon atrocity violated the guardian. With the passing years the town emptied as the members were buried in the roots of the tree. As its hungry roots nurtured on the blood the guardian began to turn as wicked as the ground in which it grew. As the seal disintegrated the tree had nothing left to shield it from the evil in which it grew. The Hellmouth sprang to life within the tree and the guardian wanted out.

During the foggy nights she called out enticing mortals to come to her and free her. A young American couple moved into the shrinking town. Unwittingly he came to the tree. He admired her beauty. With his own hands he chopped her down. With loving hands he took her and began to build his house.

At the first chop he freed her. She danced on the wind with pleasure. As she danced all that had happened since her death became part of her and she breathed in the smell of the dead slayer, Buffy Summers. The girl was close, close enough for the guardian’s essence to feel her know her. Buffy tossed as the guardian passed over her stealing her form.
As Buffy writhed in pain Faith began to dream of a long dead foe. In her nightmare she saw Buffy in a white dress face down in the water. The guardian laughed and crept out of the slayer’s room.

The guardian made her way to the ruins of Sunnydale. Only she had the powers to bring back the Master, for he was prophesied to kill the slayer.

Around the world the potentials lost their power. “Good Lord,” Rupert Giles muttered as yet another call came in from a distressed slayer. He pulled his glassed off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Buffy knew this all too well. For years he’d run the Watcher’s Council smoothly. Things had been almost quiet too easy. He looked at the young woman with a father’s eyes, he was proud. They exchanged a knowing look.

With a steady hand he began to call them. Each of them in turn reacted to the call with mixed feelings. Only Buffy had kept in touch with them all. The bonds between them were too strong.

As they traveled each one in turn remembered their last day in Sunnydale and the events that led up to this day. Giles paced around his office while in his head he again took over the mantel of watcher. He wondered if they all would still come.

Buffy studied the man she loved. She smiled as she watched his graceful effortless moves remembering a day in the mansion and their moving as one person. She was so much older than 16 now.

He was in England now with her. She was hopeful. Maybe they would be together and together they could get through anything. But it had not always been that way.

As she remembered the events that brought him back to her the guardian shivered as she felt the synchronicity of it all. Everything was how it was before they were back to the beginning. The Master laughed. This time he would kill Buffy the Vampyre Slayer.

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