Epilogue
A few months later a grand funeral was held for the departure of the Master. There was not a dry eye in the room when they laid his body in the ground.
Even Buffy was sad to see him leave. She had over the past months, spent a lot of time with him talking about the differences in their dimensions. He would tell her stories about the past war and the years that followed. They became quite close and at the end she saw him as the grandfather that she never had.
Darla and Dru took a screaming Riley back to Prague with them, where Darla spent years leaving him chained in her dungeon torturing him on a daily basis, until she realized that he was enjoying it. She figured that she had obeyed the Masters decree long enough and ended his life with a sharp ax to his neck.
She and Dru would return to Sunnydale once a year to see everyone and to catch up with what was going on.
It was decreed that all slayers were free to go and do what they wished. And the rule of no fornication between humans and vampires was no more. It was believed that true soul-binding love was the catalyst of Buffy’s pregnancy. So the changes were made with the hope that given time and the freedom to choose on their own, that more slayers and humans would be impregnated.
Dawn stayed with Spike and finally convinced him that he loved her. They were married not long after the Master died. Tara remained in Oz’s house with him and Willow, and it was rumored that there was more going on under that roof then what was spoken about. And then when Tara became pregnant two months after Willow, the rumors were confirmed.
Cordelia and Faith both left Sunnydale after the decreed was made and no one had heard from them since.
Angelus and Buffy, and Oz and Willow all married the night of the celebration under the midnight moon. And Willow was pregnant three months later. Everyone considered it to be another miracle but they were still overjoyed with the possibility that maybe one day they too could have children.
Nine month’s later Buffy gave birth two a bouncing 9lb 5oz baby boy named Connor Angelus. He had his mother’s sparkling green eyes, his father’s hair color and predilection for loud shouting. The labor was long and painful for Buffy; she being so slight of frame the labor was hard on her.
Angelus stayed by his mate’s side throughout the entire labor. In his anxiety and fear for both his mate and child he drove everyone crazy. He was like a possessed animal throughout the entire event and did nothing but yell and growl at anyone that came near her. He was mean and nasty, and everyone tried to stay out of his way.
At one point Buffy was in so much pain that he practically jumped on Willow demanding her to make it stop. It took Oz, Spike and Giles plus five other people to pull him off of her and a two by four to his head, compliments of Spike, which knocked him out for a couple of hours.
Over the years Buffy ended up giving birth to seven children, and much to Buffy’s chagrin and Angelus’ pride, the first six were all boys; six rowdy little boys who did nothing but imitate their father.
With the last child Buffy was gifted with a daughter who was an exact replica of her mother, in face and spirit. She was the apple of Angelus’ eye and as the years went by and she got older, he would many times scare away any suitor that came knocking on his door vying for his daughter’s attention.
Years passed, and as the children grew older and Connor came of an age to rule on his own, Angelus took Buffy to Ireland. They spent many glorious and happy years together there. He showed her the land and regaled her with tales of his adventures.
Their children and their children’s children ruled the land as it was meant to be with strength and compassion. And when the greatest evil struck the land it was defeated easily by the new hybrid race that emerged.
A race of people who learned that it didn’t matter who or what you were, everyone was basically the same, and that with compassion and love, they could all get along and live together in peace and happiness.