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Different Sorts

Two strangers come to Forks, Washington to investigate rumors about vampires and werewolves. What they discover changes everything ... for them, and the people they meet. But is there really such a thing as "happily ever after" when death is involved?

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14. Chapter 14

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For the next few hours, Buffy, Angel and Spike did not leave their posts – the swords still held firmly in their fists. Meanwhile, the Cullens hurried to finish packing their cars and locking up the house. They did plan to return to the house and to Forks someday – when a new pack of werewolves were in charge of La Push. But in the meantime, they wanted to keep the house secure – since it would sit empty for the next several decades.

Just after 11, Carlisle walked down to where Buffy and the others stood – watching the werewolves carefully.

”It’s done. We’re ready,” he said. Then he retreated back to the cars and the rest of his family. They stood, waiting.

Buffy glared at the werewolves. “Spike, you and Angel can go say goodbye. I’ll keep an eye on these guys.”

Spike and Angel watched the werewolves for a moment, then walked up to where the Cullens were waiting. They stood awkwardly, not really knowing how to proceed.

Bella stepped forward, looking up at Angel and Spike, each in turn. She smiled, then wrapped her arms around Angel.

“Thank you for helping us,” she said. “I hope you and Buffy will be happy.”

She stepped back, then approached Spike and hugged him, as well. “And thank you – for everything.”

Spike, usually opposed to sentimental moments, hugged the girl back. He’d grown a bit attached to her lately. He almost felt like an older brother to her. “Sorry I tried to bite you.”

Bella smiled. “Hey, you made up for it – you helped tear up Victoria.”

“Itty bits,” Spike said, grinning.

The awkwardness now broken, Spike and Angel exchanged good-byes with the rest of the Cullens. Then they walked back to where Buffy stood, still guarding the werewolves.

“I’m going to go say goodbye to my friends now,” Buffy said, glaring at the werewolves. “Don’t get jumpy while I’m gone.”

She watched them for a moment more, then walked to the Cullens. She stood before them, feeling small. It was strange – how she felt powerful before a pack of werewolves. But here, surrounded by this strange vampire family, she felt less significant. Normal, almost. She smiled sadly.

“I’ve spent most of my life surrounded by vampires,” she said. “I’ve fought them – killed them; even waged war against them. They are part of who I am. But I’ve never felt connected to them like I have with you. It was different with Angel and Spike. Not the same kind of thing. You – you’re vampires, but I see humanity in each of you. It’s not the curse of a soul or a chip in your head … it’s a choice that you each make every day. There is no doubt in my mind that you are all good. Dangerous – but inherently good. And I am honored to know you.”

Awkwardly, Buffy stepped forward towards the Cullens, arms outstretched. One-by-one, they hugged. First Edward’s siblings – Rosalie, Jasper, Emmett and Alice. Then his parents – Carlisle and Esme. Then Edward.

“You are an amazing person,” she said in his ear. “You are brave for what you did to Bella, whether you believe me or not. You are brave and you are strong.”

Edward held onto her embrace. “Thank you,” he said. “You have shown me a lot about myself. I didn’t think there were other things to know – but there were, and you showed them to me.”

Finally, Buffy turned to Bella. The two women faced each other silently for a long moment, their hands clasped between them. They were so different – but so alike in many ways. They were both in love with a vampire. (Or in Buffy’s case, a former vampire). And they were both willing to make vast sacrifices for their loves – and each admired the other’s sacrifice.

Bella bit her lip. Shyly, she looked up at the Slayer. “I hope we get to see each other again. I still think there’s more I can learn from you.”

Buffy smiled and embraced Bella. “Me too.” They hugged a moment longer. Then Buffy took a deep breath and stepped away. “Okay,” she said. She looked around at the Cullens. “Good luck.”

After one last glance, Buffy heaved the sword up again and marched back to the werewolves. Behind her, the Cullens were splitting up – hopping into cars, slamming doors. She heard the engines come to life. She stepped back, followed by Angel and Spike – then watched as the werewolves made room for the cars to drive past.

Buffy did not look in the windows, did not wave as they went down the driveway. She watched the werewolves – watched to make sure they did not make any sudden moves.

But they were true to their word and when the cars had long since gone – and the sound of their engines had faded away – the wolves relaxed. They breathed sighs of relief.

Buffy lowered her sword, but walked towards them.

“Now then,” she said. “Have you guys heard about another breed of vampire?”

They looked at her and by their expressions, she could tell – they had not. They knew only of vampires like the Cullens and Victoria. They didn’t know about vampires like Spike; like the ones she’d fought in Sunnydale.

She grinned. “Let’s patrol.”

Then she showed the werewolves how to turn a vampire to dust with a stake through the heart.