Epilogue - The Vessel

Buffy stretched, sitting back comfortably in her chair. She was sitting with Willow, Tara, Giles, and Xander, nearly three weeks after the binding spell was performed in the cave.

“We’re getting absolutely nowhere,” Willow pouted, slamming her book closed.

“Yeah. How are we supposed to know who this Vessel is?”

“We must learn all that we can about the Vessel, so that we can spot it if it comes our way. By all accounts, it seems that she will be a human, but also ancient,” Giles announced, polishing his glasses.

“Women can’t have babies after like, fifty. How is she supposed to be ancient?” Buffy said.

“I’m not really sure, Buffy.”

“And so far we haven’t found anything else that might tell us who or where the Vessel is. All we know is that she’s human, and really old, and that we have to protect her and her baby. But we can’t do that until we find her, which we don’t know how to do!” Buffy continued.

Xander stood, moving to the counter to get himself a drink. “There’s got to be something we’re missing. Whoever she is, she’s probably close to Sunnydale. I mean, the Powers That Be don’t hate us THAT much, that they’d have her somewhere else on the planet if we’re supposed to protect her.”

“Xander’s quite right. The Vessel must be an inhabitant of Sunnydale, or at least Los Angeles. Things tend to work out that way around the Hellmouth,” Giles said.

“But we still don’t know how to find her.”

Suddenly, Anya burst through the shop door, a huge grin on her face.

“Hey, An, why so happy?” Xander asked, looking at his finacee lovingly.

“I’m pregnant!” she cried happily. A huge thud came from the floor, and Buffy, Giles, Willow, Tara, and Anya looked at where Xander lay, having fainted.

To be continued in the sequel, a team project by Buffychick and myself...