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[Nite Owl]

Author: The Slayer I Am

Disclaimer: I do not own any charries you might recognize. However, if you see a character you don’t recognize it is probably mine.

This story takes place after the series finale of Angel.

The Other Hellmouth

Buffy sat up shaking. A prophetic dream had troubled her causing a sleepless night. She had not had a dream like that since her Sunnydale days. She was laying in a bed of the most expensive hotel in Europe, well the most expensive she and Dawn could afford. The bed was nothing special, plain and white, but now it was drenched in sweat. Not because of the scorching heat coming from her open window, but because of the haunting dream of an evil was rising in Cleveland, the other Hellmouth. Slowly, she rose from her bed and walked to the window. Buffy stood there for a moment trying to cool down before she walked to the main living room. She picked up the phone and dialed the now almost familiar number in South America.
“Hello?” The answer came from the other line.
“Hey Wil.” Buffy responded trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake her roommates.
“Buffy?” Willow questioned.
“Yeah hi!”<br>“Hey Buffy. What’s going on?” Willow’s chipper voice sounded on the other line.
“Uh, I kind of had a dream.”<br>“Well, Buffy, we all have dreams, not really out of the ordinary there.”<br>Buffy reluctantly answered. “I think it was one of my slayer dreams.”<br>“I didn’t think you were supposed to have those anymore, with all the other slayers out there.”<br>“Yeah me either. But I’m positive I did. It was all creepy and dark. Ooh, and blood, there was a lot of blood. And it was totally Hellmouth style.”<br>“So what does that mean? Sunnydale magically popped up out of the ground.” Her voice began to trail off as she continued. “I wonder if I could do that. Oh, well, sorry! So how can that be, Sunnydale is now a really big hole in the ground.”<br>“Well I know that. But I’m pretty sure it was Cleveland. Remember Giles talked about it a couple of times. You know, being the other Hellmouth and all.” Buffy said matter-of-factly.
“Well, yeah, but isn’t there any other slayer’s that can take care of that? I mean why does it have to be you?”
“Well unless other people now can see my dreams, I’m sure I’m the only one who saw that dream. So I guess it’s me who has to take care of it.”<br>“But Buffy, I thought you wanted to be done with vampires and demons and really big bads.” Willow said.
“I do, its just…I don’t know, I really feel like it should be me who does this.”<br>“Well, if you do I think I know what this means.”<br>“What means what?” Buffy questioned sounding confused.
“I think it means we need the old Scooby-gang back together.”<br>

[Nite Owl]

Hellmouth Here I Come Pt. 2

RING! A loud sound coming from the phone woke Xander immediately. He opened his eyes. Not an amazing accomplishment, but after Caleb poked his eye out he hadn’t been able to do that for a while. But this was different. After the final fight of Sunnydale, he had moved to Virginia, hoping to get out of the California essence. He had had enough of California for a while. There his insurance had finally come through and gotten him an eye transplant. After months of recovery, he was now able to see with both eyes. He reached out for the phone. “Hi this is Xander Harris’ line. Please call back when he is actually awake.”<br>“What the heck Xander?” A familiar voice came from the other line.
“Willow?” Xander sat up, now fully awake.
“Hey, Xander, we need to talk.”<br>“Yeah Willow. We haven’t talked for months! What’s up?” He asked her.
“Well, apocalypses.”<br>“Gosh, because we just haven’t had an adequate amount of those.” He said sarcastically.
“Xander be serious! This is crucial. Buffy had a prophetic dream.” Willow said sounding a little annoyed at Xander’s remark.
“Ok, so what was this dream about?” He said monotone.
“Well, blood and gore, and the Hellmouth in Cleveland.” Willow said sounding nervous of the reaction she would get from Xander.
“’Cause we just can’t have enough Hellmouth’s!” Before waiting for another annoyed response from Willow he added a small, “Sorry.”<br>“We just need to get the Scooby Gang back together so we can stop it.”<br>Xander closed his eyes and pictured the Scooby Gang. A pain spread through his heart. Anya was the one who stuck out. He had lost her in the final battle and was still getting over it.
“So we get Buffy, Dawnie, you, and me. I think that’s it now.”<br>“Well, there’s also Andrew.”<br>“How will he help?”<br>“I, uh, don’t know. He’s with Buffy in England. And he helps train new slayers though so he must have gotten better at something.” Willow said hopefully.
“Doubtful, very doubtful. But I guess I’ll be taking the next plane ticket to Cleveland. Hellmouth here I come!”

[Nite Owl]

The Good Old Gang Pt. 3

Angel awoke in a cold sweat. He had had a farsighted dream about a new power rising in Cleveland. “Somehow,” he thought, “that just doesn’t have the same ring as Sunnydale.” Angel hadn’t been in a battle since going up against the Black Thorn, and he wasn’t too keen on doing it again. He had barely survived that battle, but he thought about it enough. Flashes entered his mind of the fight that had nearly cost him his life. At the last moment possible, the Higher Power demons had stepped in and helped. Angel wasn’t sure if he should call them demons but they sure as hell weren’t angels. No pun intended. They towered over him at about seven feet dressed in white flowing robes, their faces were blank except for eyes, penetrating and piercing blue, they looked right through you. Though he would never admit it, he thought they looked like white dementors from Harry Potter. Flying over him and his group, they began to attack the demons they were facing. When the fight was finished, none of the Senior Partners demons were left standing, not even the dragon. He, Spike, Gunn, and Illyria were the only ones left. The rest he had blocked out. Angel wasn’t sure he wanted to remember even if he could. He and Illyria were now in New York. Angel figured someone would have to take care of her. He wasn’t sure anyone else could besides Spike, and Spike wasn’t very responsible. He had gone off Florida, Angel wasn’t sure why because it wasn't for the sunny weather, but he had all the same. Gunn went to South Carolina; he had family there or something like that. So everyone had gone there separate ways, with the exception of himself and Illyria. But she needed someone since she still wasn’t adjusted to human life yet. She went out a lot, but Angel always made sure she was in Fred’s form. It still hurt him to look at Illyria when she looked like Fred but it was better than having people stare at what appeared to be and insane blue woman. However, with this new apocalyptic evil brewing in Cleveland it was time for the good old gang back together to join and beat it down. “Still doesn’t sound as good as Sunnydale.” He said to himself.