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

Nell felt fear go through her as the vampire thrust her arm into the swirl circle of light. She didn't know what this test was, or if she would even survive it. She doubted that she would.

She felt her breathing return to normal as she felt the vampire let her go. She watched him with curiosity. He seemed to be waiting for something. What, she could only guess.

Nell was going to ask them what was going on when her gaze was drawn back to the portal. It was opening. The swirling hole widened, as if in response to something. She watched, as the hole became larger and larger. She heard the vampire chuckle and say something she couldn't hear. Then just as she was about to demand some answers, Nell felt her body being lifted. She was being drawn towards the portal. She tried to pull away, but the force, which had her, only gripped tighter.

Soon she found herself been drawn into the portal. She closed her eyes tightly, afraid of what she would find on the other side. When she felt her body hit a hard surface, Nell decided she should open her eyes.

Nell found herself looking into the golden eyes of a creature she had dreamt about often in the past few weeks. She was a vampire, but also more.

"Slayer." Willow pulled the girl to her feet. "So good of you to join us."

Nell looked around the fog that surrounded them. "Us?" She asked.

Willow chuckled. "Welcome to the end of your life. This is where you die."

"Well, Peaches, I guess that means she passed the test." Spike observed after the Slayer had passed through the vortex.

"I guess so." Angel agreed. He turned his head slightly as he heard a noise outside of the cavern. "The demon is coming." He whispered.

Spike nodded. "She said he would. Now comes the real test."

"And what would that be, Vampire?" Vencient asked as he entered the cavern.

Spike turned around at the demon's entrance. "What's it gonna be? Life, or oblivion?" He asked as he approached the demon, ready for a fight, if necessary.

"This is your last chance, child. Join with me." The evil whispered into Willow's mind, trying to sway the vampire from her task.

Willow neared the Slayer. "Are you ready to die?"

Nell looked at the vampire carefully. There was something different about her. Despite the golden of her demon's eyes, they held an understanding she didn't think was possible in one of her breed.

"Yes." Nell nodded, and took a step closer to the vampire.

Willow smiled. "You are the one. I can feel it." She reached out for the Slayer and brought her flush against her. She bent her head down to the pulse point in the young girls' neck and pierced the flesh, sinking her fangs in and draining the life from the Slayer. When death was upon her, she pulled out and slashed open her wrist, bringing her own blood to the dying Slayer's lips.

Vencient chuckled as the two vampires took a step closer. He looked towards the portal. "She has passed the test?" He asked.

Spike looked at Angel briefly before returning his attention to the demon. "Yes." He relaxed ever so slightly when it didn't appear that the demon was going to fight.

"Why are you here?" Angel asked appraising the demon carefully. "If I recall, you were to stop Willow." Angel remembered the demon from nearly six centuries previous.

"Things change." Vencient told the vampires. When Spike looked at him skeptically, he elaborated. "Six hundred years is a long time." HE looked into Spike's golden eyes and smiled. "You're witch is unlike any creature I have ever met."

"That she is, mate." Spike agreed, not ready to trust the demon. Willow had told him that Vencient would make the right decision, but he wasn't as trusting. "So now what?" Angel asked, unsure of what the demon was prepared to do.

"No we leave." Vencient headed towards the door that led out into the black night. When he realized the vampires hadn't moved, he stopped and turned around. "You must go. Leave them."

"Not bloody likely!" Spike snarled.

Vencient sighed imperceptibly. "Vampire, If they are successful, this whole building will come down. The town will parish." He looked carefully at the blond vampire before he spoke his next words. "And if they don't…"

"It will be too late." Angel finished knowing that what the demon said was true. "Spike, Come. We should warn the townspeople."

"Bloody, Hell, Peaches!" Spike snapped. "I'm not leaving Willow alone to help a bunch of people who I don't give a rat's arse about!"

"The vampire is right." Vencient spoke to Angel. "The people are of no consequence." He didn't wait for a response as he walked out of the cavern.

Angel turned to Spike after the demon had left. "Come with me." He told him forcefully. When Spike didn't move, he looked beseechingly at his childe. "Spike. You can't help her here."

"I'm not leaving." Spike all but growled.

"Dammit, Spike!" Angel snarled as he grabbed his childe from around the throat and started dragging him towards the exit. "I promised Willow I'd make sure you made it out in one piece, and I'll be damned if I let you make be break that promise!"

Angel dragged his snarling child into the cool air, and shoved him against the side of the cavern. "Don't make me remind you who you are!" Angel threatened.

Spike looked into the glowing eyes of his sire, and after seeing the fierce determination there, he stopped his struggle. "Fine." He said with barely repressed anger.

Angel released his grip. "Good. Now, let's return to the house. We need to get as far away from the Hellmouth as possible." He turned towards his glaring childe. "Willow will find us."

Spike nodded and reluctantly followed his sire. He knew he was right. The events enfolding were nothing he hadn't been prepared for. He knew what was supposed to happen. He knew about the prophecy. Staying behind would only succeed in ending his unlife. And by extension Willow's and that was not something he ever wanted to be responsible for.

Nell awoke slowly with new senses. She could feel something thick in the air. It surrounded her and seemed to be alive. She stood slowly, and made her way through the fog, using senses that were new to her.

"You're awake." Willow spoke from somewhere within the fog.

Nell turned towards the voice and let herself be guided by a force which seemed to be pulling her closer. "What happens now?" She asked softly, knowing her sire's exceptional hearing would pick the sound up.

"Now," willow came up behind the Slayer, "We fulfill our destiny."

Nell turned and found herself staring into green eyes which sparkled with purpose. She watched as Willow took a long nail and sliced a gash in Nell's palm, and then did the same to her own.

Willow smiled softly at her new childe as she clasped her bleeding palm into that of the new vampire. "My blood to your blood. Let the circle be unbroken." She chanted softly.

"On this night, and on this hour, We call upon the ancient power." Willow turned to look at the Slayer, demanding her to join in the chant.

"From the blood of the first to the blood of the last, We bind you from out of the past." The two vampires chanted.

"Your fire will die, as you lay claim to the naked sky." Nell faltered in her chant slightly as a deep rumbling began in the earth. Is seemed to cover them in energy. Slowly the vortex started to emerge, drawing their power away from them.

"We bind you here forever more." As Willow spoke she felt herself being drawn into the portal after Nell.

Once they had returned to their realm the portal closed in on itself, and they could feel the tremors in the ground. They heard a screech from deep inside their minds. Willow turned to her childe. "Come. The task is completed."

The sky screamed. The ground wept. The air extinguished life with a flourish. When the sun rose for the first time in a week the following day, it would shine on a dead town. Everything had died. Every animal, every person, every plant. A massive explosion that rocked the very core of the Hellmouth had burned the life away. And explosion that could be felt for miles around. It would be another couple of centuries before anyone would call Sunnydale home. Now, there was only death.

Spike watched as the smoke filled the night air. They had left Sunnydale three days ago, and they could still see the evidence of the explosion, which had saved the world.

"It's over. A thousand years, and it's finally over." Angel stared out into the billowing smoke.

"She's close." Spike told him, "I can feel her. She should catch up with us in a day or so."

Angel nodded. "Where will you go?"

Spike looked strangely at his sire. "You're not coming with us?"

Angel chuckled. "No. I think I'll go back to Ireland. Will you miss me?" He questioned knowing that he would miss his childe and Willow.

"Not on your unlife!" Spike told him. "When are you leaving?"

"I'll wait until Willow returns." He paused for a second. "Is she bringing the Slayer?"

Spike sighed needlessly. "Probably. Just what we need another chit to drag around for eternity!"

Angel slapped Spike on the back and whispered into his ear. "As I recall, there was another Slayer who almost became a childer."

Spike groaned. "Almost nothing! Don't remind me of that disaster. I think she's still around somewhere." Spike grinned. "She was an improvement over Slutty…"

"Spike." Angel warned.

Spike laughed outright. "A thousand years, Angelus, and you won't let it go." He turned at looked Angel over carefully, smiling slightly. "You need a good shag." He told him decidedly. "Maybe this Slayer…" He trailed off as Angel started to growl.

"Willow?" Nell called into the other room as she stared into the empty mirror.

"What is it?" Willow asked as she entered the room. She smiled softly at her childe's lack of reflection.

"Will I ever get used to it?" She asked quietly. "This think that I am, this killer, will it get easier?"

Willow turned Nell around so that she was facing her. "You are what you make yourself. Never doubt that. If you kill, or if you don't. It's all up to you." Willow's green eyes bore into her childe's. "Your demon is tame. You don't have the bloodlust. The thrill of the kill. Savior that. You will not find another like yourself."

Willow stood up and walked towards the opened window, taking in the smoke-filled sky. "What about you? You're like me." Nell pointed out.

Willow chuckled. "No, Luv, not like you. I am 'unique'. My breed is pure. Never touched, never tainted." She turned and faced the former Slayer, her demon coming to the fore. "But never forget, that I am what they made me. I kill, I hunt, and I feed. My demon relishes in the power they give me." She let her human mask slip back into place. "You are still you. Eternal, Nell. Use your time well." Willow turned back towards the window. "Come. We're close. His demon calls to me."

Spike felt her the moment she entered the town. He was out hunting his evening meal, when his senses were overrun with her essence. He turned around, grinning widely at the vision that stood before him.

Willow stood there, smirking, as she held a struggling girl by the throat. "Lose something, Pet?" She asked.

Spike leapt for his mate, casting the meal aside. He planted a firm kiss on her lips, enjoying the feel of her in his arms again. Their lips devoured one another hungrily for several long moments before Spike became aware of another presence.

He pulled himself away from Willow's lips and looked over her shoulder. "This is her? The Slayer?" Spike asked softly, pulling Willow against him, not wanting to let her go just yet. "Yes." She turned to look into Spike's blue eyes. "She is like Angel. She can't stay with us."

Spike nodded his understanding. "Peaches is returning home. Maybe he can take her with him. Teacher her what it means to be what she is."

"Do you think he will?" Willow asked skeptically.

Spike placed at tender kiss on her lips. "I'm sure… with the right persuasion."

Willow giggled. "Well, then, lets go butter him up."

Willow took Spike's hand and headed away from the park, motioning for Nell to follow. Her childe would be fine, she realized. They all would be.