Title: Millennium
Author: Kylia
Email: kylia_bug@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Joss & Mutant Enemy, and a few other people I don’t know.
Rating: PG13 (for now, although that may change)
Spoilers: Nothing really. The 'past' Sunnydale scenes take place in Dec. 1999. And Spike was helping the Scooby gang.
Category: Willow/Spike
Summary: This is a future Fic.
Distribution: Fire & Ice , Wicth Fanfic , anyone else, ask, and you shall receive

She stepped out of the car into the cool crisp air. There was a full moon tonight. She tried to remember the last time she had seen the full moon from this exact spot. It had been an eternity, of that she was certain.

“What you thinking about, pet?” Her lover asked as he came up behind her. She turned to him and smiled. “I was just thinking about the last time I had seen the full moon from this spot.” He chuckled at her admission.

“Let’s go, Luv. We have a lot to do before the sun rises.” She nodded and followed her lover into the building in front of them.

“Master, I have news.” The fledgling said as he entered. He didn’t want to be too close when he told him of his news.

“Speak!” His master barked.

“They have arrived.” He answered.

“Are you sure?” The Master asked, as he turned to his fledgling. He knew the young vampire was afraid, as he should be. This news did not please him.

“Yes, sir. They arrived this evening”

“How many?” The Master asked. His patience was wearing thin.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” The fledgling took a step backwards, afraid for his unlife.

The Master vampire stood up and backhanded the fledgling, growling. “You don’t know?” He bellowed.

“No, sir. We couldn’t get close to them. We were, uh, afraid they would see us.” The Master growled as he took his fledgling by the throat, lifting him several feet off of the floor. “You were afraid?” He screeched. He didn’t wait for a reply; instead he just lowered his fangs and drained the young vampire dry, dropping him to the floor.

The master returned to his perch in the darkened room, as he called out, “Adam!” After a moment, Adam appeared by the master’s side. “Yes, master?”

“What have you learned?” he asked his favorite childe.

“They arrived earlier this evening. They didn’t come alone, but it is unclear how many of their number they brought with them.”

“Why are they here?” The Master asked. He had cooled his temper some, but his demon still raged.

“We don’t really know. There has been talk of…” Adam paused a moment, “Some say they have returned to reclaim what is theirs.” Adam took a needless breath as he saw the rage in his sire’s eyes.

“Find them. Bring them here!” The master vampire snapped.

“But, master Is that wise?” Adam asked, although he knew that by asking the question he could easily have been reduced to a pile of dust.

“I said BRING THEM!”

“Yes, master” Adam left quickly to carry out his master’s wished, but he knew that it wasn’t very likely that he would succeed.

“We have a shadow. Did you notice?” Spike asked his love. She nodded, and he grinned at the twinkle in her green eyes. “They have been watching since we came into town.” She turned to look at her lover, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone tipped them off that we were coming.” Spike laughed out loud, and put his arm around her as they continued to walk through the empty streets of Sunnydale.

Sunnydale December 1999.


Willow looked outside at the starless night. It was black, like someone had pulled a heavy curtain over the planet. There were no stars, no moon, and the sun hadn’t made an appearance in almost three days. “It’s close.” She whispered, as Spike came up behind her.

“I know, luv. Are you sure about this? It’s very dangerous.”

Willow turned around to face her lover. “Yes. I am sure. If we don’t help them, they’ll die, the Hellmouth will open, and the world will end.” Spike nodded. He knew her reasons. They had been discussing this for weeks. He agreed with her reasons. Besides, if the world ended, he’d starve. He just wished that she didn’t have to put herself in danger in order to save the world.

“Well, then, lets go meet our destiny” He grinned and lead the way out of his house.

“Where are they?” Buffy asked impatiently.

“They’ll be here.” Angel told her reasuredly.

“How do you know?” She spat angrily. “How do you know He didn’t just whisk her away, leaving us to fight alone?”

“Because, unless he has a spaceship hiding somewhere, there is nowhere he can go.” Buffy groaned at his logic. Angel took her into his arms, and kissed her softly. “Don’t worry. Everything will be OK. Spike won’t miss an opportunity to gloat at the fact that he’s saving you, as well as the world. She smiled, “Yeah I guess your right, but I don’t know why he’s bothering. This is bad, Angel. It’s worse than any of the times before.” Buffy was scared. She had a bad feeling that tonight would be her last.”

“Well, isn’t this a pretty picture?” A voice called from the doorway.

“I would have thought you too would have been long gone by now.”

Angel growled as he slipped into game face at the demon who was now advancing toward them casually.

“Whoa, buddy. Let’s not. I still have the watcher, and you still have an agreement to live up to.” The demon chuckled, as he looked around the room.

“Where is she?” He asked.

“She’ll be here. But you had better live up to your end!” Buffy snapped. “She had better be.” The demon shifted, when he felt another presence enter the room.

“Witch? Is that you?” He asked, sniffing the air to see if he could catch her scent. He was unsuccessful. All he could smell were the slayer, and her vampire. He sniffed again. This time he caught another scent, but it wasn’t hers. It belonged to the other one. The cocky vampire who never left the witch’s side.

“Where is she?” He asked the blond vampire.

“Here” Willow whispered from directly behind the demon. He hadn’t seen her enter. He couldn’t smell her, or even feel her presence. That when he knew it was true. She was the one. The witch who would help his master destroy the world.

The demon turned around and grabbed her wrists, eliciting a nasty growl from the blond vampire. “Let’s go, witch. We have a world to destroy. He dragged her out of the building. It was too easy. They didn’t try and stop him. For a moment he thought the blond vampire would try and stop him, but he didn’t. He just let him carry the slight redhead out of the building. She wasn’t even struggling.

Willow let him carry her out of the building, hoping that Spike wouldn’t attack, and ruin their plan. She heard him growling, and felt his desire to pummel this demon. But that wouldn’t have solved anything. Willow knew that if they were to stop the Hellmouth from opening, her plan was the only way. She memorized the path they were taking, so that when the demon was dead, and the Hellmouth closed, the ritual could be performed.

Unbeknownst to Willow, tonight was the night she would die.

Giles awoke with a sickening feeling throughout his entire body. He didn’t know where he was, or how long he had been there. It was dark; he could barely make out the chains, which bound him to the wall behind him. The air was stale, and it smelled of death. He couldn’t remember how he had gotten there. His last clear memory had been of being surrounded by a group of demons. They were strong, and he had been knocked out in a matter of seconds. He had been weaving in and out of consciousness, for an unknown amount of time. He had heard his talk about re-opening the Hellmouth. They spoke of a witch who would ensure their success. They had kidnapped him in an effort to discover the identity of the witch. Giles felt any hope he had of escape leave his body as he saw a far door open and a young girl was dragged in. It was too dark to recognize her from his vantage-point. But his suspicions were confirmed when she spoke.

“Let me go” Willow’s voice was even, indicating she wasn’t afraid, but angry.

Present day:


“Mistress” A fledgling was calling from the doorway to her private room.

“Yes, come in, Peter”

“We have some uninvited guests. What shall we do with them?” He asked.

Willow turned around, her green eyes twinkling, “I will see to them.”

“Yes, mistress” Peter said as he left the room.

“Spike.” Willow called into an adjoining room.

“Yes luv?” He asked as he entered their bedroom.

“Peter tells me we have guests.” She turned to look at her lover, “Are you hungry?” She asked as she headed downstairs to meet them.

When Willow entered the room, there were two things she noticed. The first was that there were more of them than she had original thought there would be. The second thing was the smell of fear. She smiled at the latter.

“Well, look what we have here.” She smiled as she walked up to the vampire in the center of the group. She moved her face very close to his, so that she could whisper into his ear, “Do you know who I am?” She asked. The vampire nodded, and she stepped back.

“Who am I then?” She asked with amusement in her green eyes.

When the vampire didn’t answer, she nodded slightly to one of the Vampires who were flanking the undead group. He approached the vampire with a swiftness one would have thought impossible, and snapped his neck in two. Willow then turned back to the remaining group of ten vampires. She looked over at each one in turn, “So, who does that make in charge?” She asked while trying to decide which one of these creatures would serve her purpose.

The vampires seemed to be having some sort of argument, amongst themselves. Trying to decide which one of them could succeed as their ruler. One of them stepped forward. At first glance, he would not have been the once she chose to lead this group.

“You are,” He said. Had it not been for her above-average hearing, she wouldn’t have heard him.

Willow smiled. “Yes, that I am.” She turned to David, the vampire who had previously broken the leader's neck. “Take him.” As David escorted the new vampire out of the room, Willow approached one of the remaining nine vampires. “Just so you know, I will not drain you.” She chuckled at the unneeded sigh of relief which could be heard, “He will” She whispered. All eyes turned to the doorway. Spike was standing there smirking.

“It figures.” One the vampires mumbled. He hadn’t wanted her to hear him, but Willow’s senses were exceptional, even for a vampire. She looked up at the offending creature. “Oh? Why’s that?” She asked. The vamp looked at her for a long second before responding. “You’re weak!” He spat. “You can’t even kill!” In one fluid motion, Willow grabbed the vampire, bending down to gain access to his neck. She bit to him roughly and sucked the unlife right out of him. When she was finished, she licked the blood off of her lips and turned back to others, her human visage once again in place. She headed out of the room, stopping just before she reached the threshold, “I said I wouldn’t. Not that I couldn’t.”

Willow left the remaining intruders in Spike’s care, knowing they had less than five minutes left. Spike would make their deaths quick. They didn’t have time for games. She walked down a corridor, and into another room, much smaller than the first. David was there, with the new vampire. As soon as she entered the room, David left, leaving his mistress alone with the vampire.

“You’re young.” She noted with amusement as she walked around him, appraising him. “Do you have a name?” She asked. Before he could answer, a resounding scream could be heard from another room. Willow Smiled.

“J…Julien” The vampire responded. She could smell his fear.

“You’re afraid. And that’s good. You’re friends weren’t afraid. And they have now been reduced to a pile of dust.” She told him.

“Do you know who I am?” She asked. Julien nodded.

“Tell me.” She prodded.

“You’re the Mistress. Your power is strong. You have returned. The Master, he fears you. He knows you will bring about his destruction.”

Willow smiled, “Do you know why you’re here?” She asked.

“Yes, you wish to change my loyalty, and return me to my master.” Willow arched an eyebrow, “And?”

“I will do as you wish, Mistress.”

“You may go.” Willow told him as David entered the small room.

“Mistress?” He asked, not wanting to disturb her. Willow looked up, “Yes David?”

“There is a telephone call for you.”

Willow smiled at the news. She knew only one other person, outside of the house knew where they were.

Sunnydale December 1999


Willow struggled to break free from the Demon that was carrying her. It wasn’t working. His grip was too tight, so she stopped, and let her body go limp. After a moment, the demon eased up a bit, but not completely.

Willow was concentrating all of her energy; soon she could feel it. The slow burn from inside, as it traveled through her body. When it reached its destination, the demon jumped back at the volt of electricity, which ran through him. Willow picked herself off of the floor where he had dropped her. “I. Said. Let. Me. go.”

The demon looked at her curiously, and was about to strike out at her when he felt the presence. His master was near, so he let it go. The master would not be pleased it the witch were harmed.

“You have brought her. Excellent.” The master said as he walked towards the slight redhead. “Welcome.” He told her, trying to fathom how such a small creature could contain such power. He could feel it.

“You have me. Now let him go.” Willow said as she turned her gaze to the far side of the room, where Giles was chained.

“Not yet witch. You haven’t done what I want… yet.” The master sneered. Willow looked into the master’s amber eyes unwavering.

“I told you, You let him go, and I’ll do what you want. Not before.”

The Master sighed. “Very well. Let the watcher go.” He commanded. Giles could only barely hear the conversation that was taking place between the master vampire and Willow. He winced at her defiance. *What did she think she was doing * he asked himself.

After a few moments a couple of the vampire’s headed towards him. They released Giles, and let him fall to the floor. They then carried him out of the building, Giles frantically looking back at Willow, hoping she was okay.

Xander walked into the building, and took in the scene before him. Buffy was standing in one corner staring out the windows. Windows, which were covered with heavy drapes, so she couldn’t have seen through them, even if she wanted to. Angel was sitting in a chair a few feet away from Buffy, his head in his hands. Spike was pacing around the room like the caged animal he was.

“Hey guys.” Xander tried to lighten the somber mood.

“Did you get it?” Spike asked impatiently.

“Yes. But what exactly do you need this for?” He asked, again wondering what it was that was going on exactly. Willow had asked him to go by her dorm and pick something up for her, but that was all she had said.

“Where’s Willow?” He asked noticing her absence.

“Gone!” Spike barked as he grabbed the book out of Xander’s hand and took it into another room. Angel followed behind him, leaving Buffy.

“Buff, what’s going on? Where’s Will?” He asked as he headed over to Buffy. When he got closer, he noticed she had tears in her eyes, but was trying to hold them back. Xander put a reassuring hand on her arm, “Buff?”

“Xander, she’s gone. They took her. And I let them!”

“What? What happened?” He asked gently. Buffy sat down on the table, “That demon, the one from the other night, he came and he took her.”

Spike and Angel were staring at the book Xander had brought.

“Can you do it?” Spike asked his sire. Angel nodded, “ I think so.”

“You think so? Bloody hell! We don’t have time for a trial run can you do it, or not?”

“Yes.” Angel said confidently, but…”

“But what?”

“Timing is very important. It has to be done the moment you turn her.” Angel looked at his childe, and wished, not for the first time, that there had been a better way.

“Well then peaches, you had better pay attention!” Spike snapped.

Sunnydale December 1999


Willow breathed a sigh of relief after Giles was released. She didn’t know if she could have gone through with it if Giles had still been here. What was required of her was highly dangerous. She would be lucky if she could get out alive. She believed she probably wouldn’t. That was her choice, but she couldn’t make such a decision for Giles.

“Okay, he’s gone. Now you must do as I ask.” The vampire was leering at her. She had a sneaking suspicion he had more on his mind than the ritual. But that may work to her advantage.

“Not yet.” Willow told him, looking into his amber eyes. “I want to make sure that Giles is safe. When I speak to my friends, then I will do what you ask.” The vampire debated whether or not he should smack her for her insolence, but thought better of it.

This witch was the key. The key to everything. Her power was extremely strong. If she refused, all would be lost. This chance only came once every thousand years, and he wasn’t going to mess it up by letting his angry get the better of him.

“Very well. We’ll wait.”




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