Hell on Earth: The last slayer: Chapter 1: Welcome home
by Timan
The pickup drove slowly down the alley until it reached the garage door positioned halfway down. Becky jumped down and scouted the alley to make sure they weren’t followed. From the drivers seat the man with the eye patch stepped out and jumped onto the tray of the pickup. He examined Pete’s wound closely. By this stage Pete had turned very pale and was sitting in a pool of his own blood. He looked weakly up at the man.

“How bad is it Xander?” he asked the eye patch man weakly.

“It’s . . . fine. You’re looking good there.” Xander lied.

Even after all the years of fighting Xander Harris was still never good at hiding his emotions. That’s why most people called him the heart of the Scooby gang. This is something Pete picked up on in Xanders eyes.

“How bad is it Xander?” Pete asked again.

Xander sighed and hung his head down briefly. Eventually he looked back up at Pete.

“I think struggling with the vamp tore your artery.”

“How long?”

Xander sucked up his emotions and patted Pete on the shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter we’re back home now. We’ll get you into the infirmary and onto some AB positive as soon as we can.”

Xander moved away from Pete and started to check the rest of the team. Becky jogged swiftly back to the pickup. As she did so Xander jumped down.

“The coast is clear. Don’t think the vamps followed us,” Becky mentions in a matter-of-fact tone, “how’s he doing?”

Xander looks briefly at Pete, whose eyes begin to glaze over.

“He’s lost a lot of blood. I guessing he has at least ten minutes left.” Xander replied

Becky turned. She wandered up to him and examined the bite mark on his neck.

“Did he feed?” she asks blandly

“Don’t think so,” Xander replied, “they just used him as an entrée.”

Becky turned back to Xander. Her expression was cold and commanding.
“You don’t think so or you don’t know?” she asked

Xander was dumbstruck. When Becky starts to ask these questions the outcome is never good.

“I . . . I couldn’t see from where I was sitting.” He replied

Becky stood there for a moment and examined Xander for any signs that he was lying to her. She turned to the rest of the crew.

“Did anyone see Pete feed?” she asks commandingly

There was a lot of shaking heads. Most of them admitted that they didn’t see much during the attack. Becky looked at the group then jumped back onto the tray again. She stared at Pete closely.

“Burn him.” she replied commanding as she jumped down from the back.

The group shared an uneasy look. Sensing the tension Xander took Becky aside.

“C’mon Beck . . .” Xander replied

“This isn’t a discussion Xander burn him.” Becky replied Coldly

The collective shocked expression of Xander and the rest of the crew only made the slayer more annoyed. She folded her arms impatiently.

“Look! I can’t risk bringing Pete in and him turning. I have the colony to think about.” She replied impatiently, “Do it!”

From a locked case in the back of the pickup two of the crew started to strap on their flamethrowers. Xander watched as they slowly lifted Pete off the back of the pickup and place him gently onto the ground. They say a brief prayer for him as they light the throwers.

“Wait!” Xander yells to the crew.

The crew holds off as Xander storms forcefully up to Becky.

“There has to be another way.” He pleaded to her

The slayer tilted her head slightly and raised her eyebrows.

“Okay what is it?” she asked him

Xander stood silently for a moment. He ran as many scenarios through his head as possible but they all ended badly. He rolled his eyes dejectedly

“I don’t know.” He replied

“Exactly,” Becky replied, “Things aren’t gray anymore blinky. They’ve gone to a harsh back and white and so far the black is winning. My job is to keep the white from disappearing completely.”

Becky nodded to the crew who lit their flamethrowers again. Xander looked at this display with disgust then glared at Becky.

“Oh for fuck sake Beck the guy’s still alive.” Xander yelled at her.

“Then make him dead. Either way I want him to be ash by sundown.” She replied not missing a beat.

Xander glared at her with a fiery anger. Becky didn’t pay attention she watched as the crew prepared the throwers. After a few moments Becky sighed.

“Hold on” she said softly as she walked up to Pete.

She knelt down next to him and gazed into his eyes. Slowly she lifted his head softly.

“I a so sorry” she whispered to him.

The entire group winced at the sound of Pete’s neck breaking. Becky stood and walked back to Xander

“There. Problem solved.” She said.

The flamers went to work on Pete’s corpse. Becky stood and watched Xander as he tried to hides his contempt and disgust of Becky’s actions.

“I want to get something straight between us Harris.” she continued, “I let you and the old man stay in my colony as a favor to my mother. If, at any time, I feel that either of you become too much of an issue I will have no problem with getting rid of either one of you. So do we have a problem?”

“No problem here.” Xander replied icily

“Good. Bring the truck in we’ve been outside to long.” Becky replied as she wandered off.


The survival colony is located in an elaborate bomb shelter situated under an old government building. When they first set up camp some of the old files laying around suggested that the U.S. government was fully aware of the demon and vampire population and had made preparations if there was ever a cataclysmic event involving either group. The bunker was designed to hold about one hundred and fifty people to date the colony’s numbers stand at three hundred and seventy five.

As the reinforced garage door closed behind them the crew started unload the equipment. Xander walks up to Byron and takes the book from him. He walks over to Becky

“I’ll get this him.” Xander said blandly

“Just make sure he doesn’t roll away on us.” Becky replied.

Xander ignored her comment and wandered into the bunker. Byron climbed down of the back of the tray awkwardly. Still covered in his former partners blood he trembled violently. Becky marched up to him.

“I am so sorry.” Byron stammered out nervously

“What the hell was going through your brain-space?” she replied angrily

“I don’t know. I was nervous I . . . what I know about vampires I learnt from the movies.”

Becky looked him. She places an arm around his shoulder and let him to the wall near the bunker entrance. Turning him around she grabbed him by the throat and slammed him roughly against the wall.

“If you ever pull a stunt like that again I swear to god I will rip your head off your body” she snarled at him.

Byron nodded profusely as he was slowly turning blue. She let him go and he collapsed to the floor gasping for air. Becky stormed into the base. As she did so the large crowds parted like the red sea. They all knew she was in more of a bad mood then usual. She strode down the hallways with a purpose until she reached the door she was looking for.

The door was marked ‘tech room’ in plain letters engraved into the metal door. She entered and was met by three extremely stressed computers nerds rushing backwards and forwards. The room it’s self was filled top to bottom with computers systems of all kinds. Along the back wall was a workbench filled with different electrical and computer components. Becky walked up to one of the nerds who were working on a huge console located in the middle of the sidewall.

“What the fuck happened Frag? This was supposed to be a milk run!” she yelled at the nerd

Frag, the lead technician for the colony, poured over the data displayed on the screen as he compared it to data on a print out he had in his hand. He scratched at his light brown dreadlocked hair. He tugged restlessly at his loud Hawaiian shirt as he switched pens.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Frag replied frantically, “one minute he wasn’t there the next he was! It was like . . .”

“. . . Magic?” Becky preempted

Frag swung around on his chair. He stared up at Becky with his slate gray eyes.

“She was there,” He replied, “Fuck I knew this would happen!”

“I though you said you were gonna solve this!”

“I am. We’ve been trying to get the shaman in colony twelve on the horn; you know activity pinging on the low brow, so far they haven’t ponged us.”

Frag showed Becky the communication logs on his screen.

“I think they’ve gone 404.” He continued, “A lot of servers on the net have been goin’ down all over. The room temps must have found our communications.”

“Just get it done.” Becky replied

“Aye captain.” Frag replied, “oh and, personal footnote, what are the odds we’re gonna see you smile?”

“About the same odds of you seeing me naked.” Becky replied as she left the room.

Frag watched her leave. From the corner of the room on of the other nerds walked up to Frag

“Dude. I though you said you locked the door,” he asked.

“I did.” Frag replied


Xander cradled Sondra reassuringly. The news of her boyfriends death was too much for her since her brother died last week during a scrounging mission. Xander left out the detail about Becky killing him that was the last thing she needed to hear. Moments later Becky rounded the corner. She watched the scene dispassionately for a moment before gesturing to Xander that she needed to talk to him for a moment. Xander said a few kind words to Sondra and joined Becky around the corner.

“I need you to move Sondra to one of the group bunks. Also go through Pete’s stuff see if there is anything that we can use.”

Xander glared at her in a combination of surprise and disgust.

“The woman has just lost her boyfriend Beck! Give her a moment to . . .”

“We need the storage Xander. With Angelus and Willow in town we need to be more prepared.”

Xander sighed defeated.

“I’ll have it done by tonight.” He replied somberly.

“Good. I’ll be in the shower block if anyone needs me.” Beck said

Xander watched her leave. He went back to Sondra and said his goodbyes. Picking up the book he wandered down a series of corridors. Eventually he arrived at a bunk at the furthest end of the bunker. Becky though this was the best place to hide the old man. He never left his room, never spoke to any of the other colonists he just sat and read. Xander knocked tentatively on the door.

“Whose there?” Asked a raspy English voice

“It’s just me.” Xander replied slowly opening the door.

The bunk looked like any other bunk in the bomb shelter. The key difference is that the walls were covered with an array of medieval weapons. The other noticeable thing was the large pile of old and dusty books that covered nearly every surface. As Xander moved to the center of the room a man in a wheelchair advanced forward. The man himself looked between eighty to ninety years old. His thinning silver hair was brushed back immaculately. He wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, which have seen better days and were now mainly held together by scotch tape. The old man greeted Xander with a warm smile.

“Xander how are you?”

Xander lent against one of the surfaces his face looking morbid.

“I’ve had better days Giles.” Xander replied

The old man, Giles, wheeled closer to Xander.

“What happened?”

“I don’t even know where to begin,” Xander replied, “first off we lost Simmons.”
“Oh good lord. Was it a Vampire attack?”

“At first.”

Giles looked closely at Xander. His expression spoke volumes.

“Rebecca?” he asked tentatively

“I think the girl’s cracking up Giles. First she kills Pete like its nothing then she orders me to grave-rob his stuff.”

“We are in extreme dangerous times Xander. As hard as it is to understand her motives I feel she has the good of the colony in mind.”

Xander scratched his head in frustration.

“You’re probably right. I think I just got used to working in a different style. As good as it feels to work with the slayer she is definitely no. . .”

“Did they get it?” Giles interrupted

Xander handed the old man the book. Hurriedly he wheeled himself back to his desk and started to skim through. Xander walked up next to him and examined the pile of open books.

“I think I am close to a solution,” Giles said in a hurried tone, “the missing piece, as it turns out, is not just energy but a physical object. It acts as a sought of key.”

“I’m not exactly Mr. objective here Giles. But you’ve been trying to find a solution for the past ten years.”

“I admit the hunt took longer then I anticipated but I’m closer now.”

“Like the last five leads you said you were close on.”

Giles ignored him. Xander watched on as he hurriedly searched through the new book. Xander felt sorry for him. Between the changing of the vampire rules and the loss of generation ‘S’ nobody felt this more then the old watcher. Xander placed a hand on Giles shoulder.

“Why don’t you leave this for a while? C’mon I’ll take you down to the media room. We can through on one of those boring British guy movies you liked to watch.

“I don’t have time I have to keep working this problem. The solution is in there I just have to find it.”

“If you left it for a while, not forever maybe just a couple of days, you can find the solution then.”

“No I can’t stop I . . . I have to find the solution.”

“You keep going ‘round in circles Giles. Why can you just leave it for a couple of days?”

“BECAUSE I’M HER BLOODY WATCHER!” Giles snapped back.

Both men fell silent. The tension in the air was thick, as the both of then didn’t know how to respond. It was Giles who spoke first

“It’s what I do Xander. The job of a watcher is to train the slayer to teach her, to guide her. If I can’t do that then I might as well . . .”

Giles sighed. He began to feel a weight lift off his shoulders.

“I need to know I’m useful. Not just some great lump who sits in his room reading musty old books.”

Xander smiled at him. This was the first time he had opened up since everything happened. Xander knelt down to meet Giles’ eye line. In doing so he accidentally knocked the book off Giles lap.

“I know you’ll find it Giles just give it time.”

The old man smiled back. Through the wrinkles Xander still recognized the librarian from his high school. Noticing the book on the floor Xander picked it up. As he was about to place it back on the desk he saw Giles’ eyes light up. Giles took the book from Xanders hand and examined the picture closely. After checking this image against his notes Giles flashes an even bigger smile then before. Xander watches this scene with curiosity.

“What is it Giles?” Xander asks

“I think I found the key” Giles replies


Becky leant heavily against the shower wall. She never realized how tired she was until that very moment. She rested her head against the tiles and closed her eyes. The feel of the water against her naked skin soothed her. During her showers she tries not to think. Thinking leads to remembering, remembering leads to the past which she was desperately trying to forget. She was having more trouble than usual trying not to think. She kept seeing Pete’s scared expression in her mind and the though that maybe there was another kept gnawing at her.

She made the correct decision . . . right? There was no other way of dealing with it. All right maybe she could have let Sondra stay in the room for another couple of . . . No they definitely needed more storage and Pete was too much of a risk to be let back into the colony.

She had made the right decision . . . So why did it feel so wrong?

She felt her cheek and realized that she had been crying for the past five minutes. She closed her eyes tight and tried to suck up the emotion but it just wouldn’t go back in. in frustration she punched the wall. Her hand went straight through. She looked at her injured hand. The blood reminded her of the pool of blood around Pete. She stepped out of the shower and rubbed her head frantically. Trying desperately to claw Pete’s image out of her head. She screamed loudly and kicked a chair across the room and collapsed to the floor. The tears flowed stronger now. She crawled back into the shower and leant against the tiles. She hugged her knees and rocked slowly to herself.

A knock at the door caught her attention. She stood up and took a couple of minutes to compose herself.

“It’s open.” She said loudly.

Xander entered. After seeing Becky he turned around when he realized that she was showing more skin then usual.

“What do you want Harris?” Becky asked impatiently

“The old man wants to see you.” Xander replied.

“What makes you think I want to see him?” she replied coldly as she continued to shower

“Trust me when I say this is very important.”

Becky turned off the shower. She walked up to Xander and folded her arms Impatiently. Realizing that Xander wasn’t going to turn around she rolled her eyes

“Oh for fuck sake Xander turn around I’m not gonna have a conversation with you’re back.”

Xander turned slowly. He had known Becky her entire life and he learnt quickly that modesty was never high on her list of priorities. He kept his focus squarely on Becky’s face making sure that he kept his eye line above her neck.

“Giles . . . The old man,” Xander corrected quickly, “Thinks he has found a way to fix everything.”

Becky looked at Xander curiously
“What does he mean by everything?”

“This place, this world. He says that he can make it like it never happened . . .”

Xander to a quick breathe.

“ . . .And he need your help.”

Becky’s curious look quickly switched to a look of anger and annoyance.

“Oh I see,” Becky, replies in a menacing tone, “First he does this to me now he wants me to run errands for him.”

“This is not a errand Becky. This could solve everything.”

Becky rubbed her head impatiently. She was sick of both of them but occasionally Xander helps out. Maybe it was the thing that happened with Pete that’s causing this but she feels like humoring them.

“Okay Xander this is the deal. I’m going to listen to what the old man has to say and if I’m not happy I’m going to put you both out onto the streets. Clear?”

“Crystal.” Xander replied

“Right let’s go.” Becky replied as she headed for the door.

“Ah just one more thing.” Xander replied quickly.

Becky turned and looked impatiently. Xander collected Becky’s clothes and gave them to her.


Giles was hurriedly re-checking his notes when Xander and Becky arrived. Xander coughed lightly to get his attention. Giles turns to face the pair with the warmest smile he could give. Becky looked back at him without returning that smile.

“Blinky tells me you have something to show me.” Becky states impatiently

“Oh . . . Yes . . . of course. Are you thirsty? Do you want a seat?” Giles replied

“My feet are fine. My patience is wearing thin though.”

Giles nodded.

“Right. To business I believe I have found a way of reversing Angelus’ effect on the world. As you know I have spent the last few years researching a legend. A mystical device which . . .”

“No.” Becky interjected

Both Giles and Xander looked stunned. Becky was still wearing her poker face.

“You haven’t heard the end of my proposal.” Giles replied

“Don’t need to. You were going to tell me about some magical doohickey. Then you were going to ask me to waste the resources of this colony on your wild goose chase.”

Xander heart broke as he watched the old mans face drop. Becky had sunk to a new low in his eyes and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

“Well maybe if you hear him out . . .” Xander commented

“Maybe you should just shut up,” Becky snapped back, “I listened, I don’t like, I want you out by morning.”

Becky turned to leave. Giles boiled in rage.

“You can’t hide from your duty!” he yelled at her.

Becky rolled her eyes. She had heard this ‘Duty’ speech many times.

“And what do you call running this Colony? Fun.”

“This is on joking matter young girl. The slayer is responsible for the fate of the world.”

“Back when the slayer used to mean something. Before Angelus and his vampire-bitch willow changed that game.”

She couldn’t help but notice that Xander cringed at the sound of willows name.

“Sorry gramps that show has ended.” She concluded

“I can’t believe you can be so cavalier with so many peoples lives. You are the slayer! Like it or not you have a greater responsibility.”

Becky stared at Giles. This is the most animated she had seen him in a while. Unfortunately there has been too much bad blood between them for her to ignore.

“I want you out by midnight.” Becky replied icily

Giles wheeled himself forward.

“I can not believe how selfish and pig-headed you have become.”

Becky ignored him and made for the door.

“It is your job Buffy!”

Becky stopped and slowly turned back to the old watcher. Xander and Giles felt the slip and now they were both feeling the anger radiating of Becky. A smile of disbelief crossed Becky’s face.

“That’s it isn’t it,” she asked in a badly controlled tone, “that’s what this is all about.”

Giles looked down.

“I . . . I’m sorry Rebecca I don’t know why I”

Becky laughed.

“So NOW you’re apologizing. After all these years you finally say it. And you know what it took? Her fucking name! God, I can’t believe Angelus was right. She’s still your favorite”

Becky stormed up to Giles. She slams her hands down violently on the armrest of his wheelchair.

“Well guess what! I’m not her! I am not going to be her, hell, I not even supposed to be the slayer!”

“I already explained it to you,” Giles explained. “We needed a girl tied directly to the slayer line. If we didn’t locate one in time then the Slayers would have . . .”

“You raped me!” Becky yelled intensely, “You raped me mystically! You and that coven treated my body like and amusement park. Forced this thing inside me. And now you want me to roll over and take it? Is that it?”

“We can make it right Rebecca. If this works you’ll never have to do this again. All the damage Angelus and Willow have created will be undone.”

Becky had heard enough. From the wall she drew one of the swords. Xander tried to stop her but she just tossed him out of the way like a rag doll. She stood in front of the watcher, sword overhead, waiting to strike . . .

That’s when the alarm sounded


Angelus sat uncomfortably on his makeshift throne. He began to question his decision to use the museum of natural history as his staging ground. In the corner of the room Willow sat calmly on the floor. In front of her sat a map of Los Angeles and surrounding that were various herbs and powders. She sang to herself softly ash she mixed the ingredients together. Having enough of his throne he walked over to Willow.

“God. Did you know it’s nearly impossible to get comfortable on a chair made of dinosaur bones? Forget what those lying movies tell you.”

Willow looked up and smiled at her man. Angelus smiled and sat down next to her.

“What are you doing sweet?” he asked her as he slowly kissed her neck

“Making a locator spell. The slayer’s no fun when she’s hiding.”

“Ah the slayer. Dear Rebecca is becoming quite the petty thief. Steeling from my town without my permission.”

Willow poured the power over the map. She places the bowl back on the ground and snuggles closer to Angelus.

“When we find her. Can I keep her as a pet?” Willow asks sweetly

Angelus kissed her on the head and stroked her hair.

“I’m sorry Will I have a different plan for the slayer.”

At that moment the power started to glow. Slowly it shifted it’s self until it came to rest over the government building housing the bomb shelter. Willow giggled excitedly.

“There you are.” She squealed

“You are so amazing.” Angelus replied as he stands and helps willow to her feet. He wanders away for a moment and gazes out the exit.

“You can come in now.” Angelus calls out to the hallway

From the next room two girls walk in. they stride confidently up to the pair of vampires. Angelus greets them both warmly.

“I’m glad you two could make it.” He said

“No probs. Just wished you called us sooner.” The blond girl replied

“Yeah,” replied the brunette, “New York is, like, totally dead and not in a good way.”

“Well lucky for you I have a job for you both.”

The brunette smiled

“Always ready to help out the big ‘A’”

“Good to know,” Angelus replies as he wanders back to his uncomfortable throne, “you see I have this problem. It turns out that a slayer has been hiding people from me. And I figure that since you both have experience with slayers you could help me out.”

“No big. Tell us where to go.” The blond replied happily

“Will can give you the details.”

Angelus smiles evilly at the girls and strokes his chin thoughtfully

“I think it’s time we have a family reunion.”


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