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Chapter 18

Holding onto the red headed demon tightly she peered over his shoulder. "You didn't bring another vampire for me did you?"

Whistler chuckled. "No, kid, I didn't. Rumor has it you've got your hands full with the one I sent you."

Buffy pulled back and patted her stomach. "You could say that."

Whistler grinned, his green eyes warmly meeting hers. "That was a surprise."

"You're telling me!"

"And where is the papa to be now?"

Buffy looked down. "He's uh, incapacitated right now."

"Buffy, who is it?" Joyce and Giles came up to them, hesitantly. When Joyce saw the short demon she hugged him immediately.
Whistler, Buffy could swear, was blushing under all the attention. When Joyce released him, Giles shook his hand, smiling warmly at him."

"What brings you by?" Giles questioned.

Whistler glanced over at Buffy. "Buffy brings me by."

"I didn't send for you," Buffy said, confused.

"Not in the technical sense, no," he looked at Giles and Joyce. "Uh, I don't know how to say this but—"

"You want to speak to me alone?" Buffy supplied for him.

He nodded, pulling his brown leather jacket tighter around him.

Buffy acquiesced immediately. She trusted Whistler wholly; he'd done
everything he could to help her when she had first discovered her power. He'd fought with her until he'd brought Spike to her. And though at times she wasn't sure if she should curse him for that or thank him, she felt she owed Whistler anything he asked of her.

"Should we go out, get a milk or something?" he asked, grinning.

"Sure, let me just grab my purse."

"I'll spot. Don't worry about it."

Buffy grinned and then turned to Giles and Joyce. "Will you check in on Spike for me?"

"Of course Buffy," Joyce agreed.

"If he wakes up tell him . . . tell him not to worry. I'm in good hands," she smiled up at Whistler and the pair left.



"So, you say I sent for you?" Buffy asked as she and Whistler sat down on a park bench, overlooking a duck pond and a huge Willow tree.

Whistler nodded. "How's that milk?"

"Good. Are you getting shy on me now?"

Whistler grinned sheepishly. "What I have to tell you Buffy . . . it's going to come as a surprise."

"Whistler, my life is so not anywhere near normal . . . I don't think you could surprise
any more than I have been since . . . well, since you brought Spike into my life."

"How is that by the way? Happy with him?"

Buffy looked down and tried to keep images of Tara and him in their heated embrace
from flitting across her mind. "Yeah."

"That didn't sound convincing."

"Well, it's been a rough night. Rough kind of month."

"Did it come to a head?"

Her head popped up and she looked at him curiously. "Why do I have a funny feeling
you know more than I think you know?"

He grinned, "because I do."

"Like?"

"Everything Buffy. Starting with your immortality."

Her eyes popped out. "My immortality? You know about that? How I'm becoming
immortal?"

He shook his head. "You're not becoming immortal Buffy. You already are. You were
born immortal."

If she hadn't been sitting on that park bench she would have dropped to the ground.
She looked up at the passerby's idly walking past and ducked her head. "What do you mean
I already am? I was born immortal?" she whispered.

Whistler nodded. "You're what's called a Light Bringer Buffy. Your essence isn't
actually human, it's just a ball of light."

"Don't say that. Don't say I'm a ‘what'. I'm Elizabeth Anne Summers. I'm human and I
have super powers –" She welled up in tears and Whistler grabbed her hands in his.

"You are Elizabeth Anne Summers, born to Joyce and Hank Summers. You are. But it
wasn't who you were before. You were born into a human family, but you are not human."

"Wh—what is a Light Bringer?"

Whistler smiled gently, "a being pure, innocent and full of love. You're from a plane
below the Angels."

She blinked, "I am?"

He nodded. "An Angel's job is to serve the Higher Powers –God, Goddess,
Buddha—whatever you want to call the Creator. In accordance with that an Angel's job is to
guide humans. To protect them. Where an Angel might not be able to attend some areas, a
Light Bringer comes in. You are the whisper in the ear of a man getting in his car not to take
Summer Street that day for an accident would happen and he could die. You are the instinct
of a woman meeting a man not to let him take her home for she would be raped. You help
humans in the little things; you help the Angels do their job, the ‘small' jobs that mean so
much to the Angels and the humans on this Earth."

"Are you--?"

"One of them? Part of you? Yes." He grinned, "You could say I'm your brother. You
protect the humans and I guide the lost souls to their purpose."

"Like Spike," she whispered.

"Like Spike," Whistler agreed.

"And my parents?"
"In your plane, there is no such thing as parents. You just are. You have been since the beginning of time."

"Why didn't I ever know?" She started waving her hand, trying to move the thought
from her mind. "I've been having dreams of – of light! Is that what I've been dreaming of?
My . . . home?"

"Yeah, kid. You've been dreaming of home."

"I keep hearing voices telling me that I'm here for a reason. That I have a job to do –
What is it?"

"To stop the Darkness."

The Darkness? What is it?"

"A being created at the beginning of time just like you. There has to be a balance of
all things. Where there is light, there is dark, where there is good—"

"There is evil. And this evil is—"

"You know where it is."

"Tara. The Slayer."

"Yes and no."

"Yes and no? Explain that one," though she was starting to put the pieces together.
However, her brain was beyond trying to place it all. She needed it spelt out this time.

"Tara is the Slayer, but she is not the evil one. Her body has been possessed by the
Darkness. Your job, Buffy Anne Summers, is to release that Darkness."

"I don't think I'm getting it all."

"You cold?"

"No, I'm fine," though she felt as if she weren't in her body any longer. Was surreal
the right word for what she felt?

"Good. I've got more to tell."





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