Title: Enemy Incognito

Author: Wynn

E-mail: effulgent_sun@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel.  They are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, the WB, etc.

AN:  Here it is.  The very last chapter, sort of the linchpin in this massive two part series that has dominated my brain for the past year and a half.  Everything changes after this, and what I have planned for Enemy Unleashed makes Enemy Incognito look like a kiddy ride.

I cannot show my appreciation enough for SpikeLover7 for sticking with this story for more than a year.  All I can say is thank you.  And I cannot thank enough everyone who has been kind enough to leave feedback.  Reading everyone's comments over the past year has been a joy, and I'm so glad people have enjoyed this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it.
 
 

Epilogue: Enemy Unleashed

By: Wynn
 

            She toyed with insanity for fifty years.

            Ten years into her captivity at the Council, ten years of probing experiments bordering on torture sessions, ten years of interrogations masking as interviews, ten years of constant stares and whispers from the various Watchers who were "lucky" enough to gain access to the Council's biggest prize and worst mistake, Ava tired of the entire situation and decided to become crazy to amuse herself.  Watching the Watchers scramble around like headless chickens, desperately trying to interpret her deliberately ambiguous comments, never failed to bring a smile to her face, which in turn caused the Watchers to work overtime to know how and when and why she smiled.

            But even insanity grew tiresome after half a century.  Playing puppet master to those who had betrayed her and sent her to her death eventually lost its luster, and Ava had been seriously contemplating another escape attempt when her cell opened and her savior in a Prada suit waltzed in with the most delicious offer imaginable.  Freedom.  Freedom with no strings attached except to do what she already planned to do.  And the sick and twisted thing was the lawyers would help her achieve her goals.  They were at her beck and call, her little minions to help bring about the end of the world.

            But first.  First, she would have some fun.  Wolfram and Hart would get its apocalypse, and she would get the return of her beloved.  But first.  First, she would get revenge.  Revenge against the institution that sent her to her death three hundred years ago because she refused to be a pawn in their little games.  The Watcher's Council had played with fire, throwing her into the proverbial death trap, laughingly labeled a test of her abilities, the Cruciamentum, and left her to burn.

            Now.  Now, they were the ones who were going to burn.

            After all, Hell hath no fury like a Vampire Slayer scorned.