Taking a turn she breathed a sigh of relief. Sunlight. Sweet, beautiful, sunlight. She felt as it warmed her skin, which felt cold and achy.

"Well... If it isn't Buffy Summers." Buffy whipped around, her eyes fell on a man in a suit and trench coat. He was short maybe and inch or two taller than her not to mention pudgy. What bothered her was the power the seemed to flow off him in waves. His eyes flashed red,

"What are you?" She asked, readying herself for a fight. He chuckled,

"Come now, you know the answer." She took a deep breath,

"Demon," she spat out.

"Ding, ding, ding," he said with a smile. "As you can tell, I am not the type of demon you are used to facing."

"You'd be wrong there," she thought back to a couple months ago when Dawn was possessed. "What do you want with a Slayer, Crowley?" He just chuckled and with the snap of his fingers she went unconscious.

"Slayers," he tsked.

3 Days Later

Sam and Dean sat on their computers, sitting around a table in the main room of The Men Of Letters building.

"Dean, check this out. 34 year old Buffy Summers went missing in Washington state. She was last seen by her best friend Willow." He showed him the article. "Witnesses around the area say they smelled sulfur." Dean's hand clenched as he looked at the picture.

"Sammy we know her. Remember? Three years ago we were working that case in Maine?" Sam thought for a minute,

"She's a Slayer. Dean, a low level demon couldn't have gotten the jump on a Slayer."

"Pack a bag, Sam. We're going to Washington."

Willow sat by the window of her house. Kennedy sat next to her holding her hand.

"We'll get her back Wills."

"Baby, Buffy has never gotten kidnapped." Dawn walked in and looked at the two of them.

"Are you not doing anything?" She asked, her voice shrill.

"Dawnie, we are doing everything we can. Whoever has Buffy is powerful." Willow said,

"You are the most powerful witch in the world! You have to do something." Dawn begged, Willow got up and hugged her.

"We will get her back Dawnie." Willow promised, she was about to say something else when there was a knock at the door. When she opened it she came face to face with a tall man. He was 6'4", dark brown eyes and hair.

"Ms. Rosenberg?"

"Yeah?" Willow said, he took out a badge, it was FBI.

"I'm Agent Daltrey, I've come to ask you a few questions about your friend." Willow nodded and stepped out of the way.

"Dawnie, can you and Kennedy go see Giles for me?"

"But Willow, I-" Dawn was cut off when Willow pointed at her face.

"Resolve face," is all she said. Dawn grumbled, Kennedy practically dragged her out. "Do you want anything? Coffee?" She asked, Sam shook his head. Willow nodded and sat down.

"So, uh, the police report said you were the last one who had seen her. Where were you?" Willow sighed, she couldn't very well say looking for a demon.

"We were walking and she saw a kitten run into an old tunnel. Down by Knower Road." Willow said, she used her best acting skills and summoned tears. She knew Buffy was okay, but if the FBI thought they needed to be involved then she needed to sell the situation. "Please. She is my best friend, she has been since 1997."

"Thank you..."

"Willow," she said quietly. Her head snapped up and her eyes turned white. "Get behind me," she ordered.

"Sam Winchester," the man sneered.

"You are incredibly stupid coming here." Willow said, Sam wasn't quite sure what to do. He had never felt so much power from a witch.

"Oh please, what do you think you can do to me?" Willow narrowed her eyes. Sam watched in amazement as the demon inside the person was destroyed from a single glance. The meat suit fell to the ground. "You're one of the Hunter brothers Buffy was talking about a few years ago."

Sam managed a nod,

"Yo-your'e a witch." Sam stuttered, Willow nodded. He took a knife out of his pocket.

"Hey!" Willow screamed, "I'm not one of those witches. I don't kill people."

Dean parked the Impala. He was in the right place, he was sure of that. Dean stalked towards the entrance of the old tunnel. He could smell sulfur, he took his gun out of his waist band and fished a flashlight out of his pocket. Walking slowly in he gasped. It was covered in demonic runes.

There was fresh blood on the ground and a skinned kitten. As he shined his light around he noticed a symbol that looked like a lock and key. He took out a pocket knife and slit his palm before pressing it against it. The tunnel rumbled and the marking began to glow like fire. The walls parted and Dean was met with a dark corridor. He walked in slowly,

"Son of bitch," he grumbled when the walls slammed shut. Pointing his light ahead he pressed on. Listening for anything. When he heard someone screaming he flattened himself against a wall.

"So, Buffy," Crowley began. Buffy was chained to the ceiling. There was a little girl watching everything unfold. She was no more than five and seemed to be enjoying the spectacle of torture. "You know why I've brought you here." Buffy but her cheek when he slowly moved his index finger downward, making a large cut across the side of her cheek.

"You are not getting your hands on Dawn." She growled, "you'd also be stupid to go up against Willow." She did have a point, Willow could very well be the one witch in the world to actually kill him. Rowena had nothing on the young witch.

"Be that as it may... I may be able to make you... Agreeable." He looked at the young girl, "Amara, sweetie. Are you hungry?" She nodded enthusiastically, he motioned his head at Buffy. The restraints lowered until she was writhing reach of the child.

The minute the child touched her Buffy felt blissful. Then she felt a strange sensation I'm her body.

"I can't take it uncle Crowley." Amara said, "something won't let me."

"Bullocks." Dean watched as Crowley made another cut and another scream tore out of her.

"Crowley!" He bellowed,

"Dean," Crowley clicked his tongue and chuckled, "what do you want with the Slayer?" Dean shot Crowley in the for head. Amara was transfixed on him. Thanfully, the king of hell was down for the count. Dean managed to get the shackles off and carried Buffy out. Amara just glared at his retreating form.

"Hey, long time no see." Buffy said quietly,

"We gotta stop meeting like this Sweetheart."

"That little girl tried to eat my soul." Buffy felt light headed and extremely nauseous. She had lost too much blood. "I don't feel so good." Is all she said before passing out, Dean cursed.

"Hold on," he begged. He put her bloody all against the door and it opened.

"Dean?" Sam asked picking up his phone, he and Willow had been talking. "I'll be there soon." Sam hung up, he explained everything to Willow and they both rushed out. Hoping in Willow's car she floored it. Breaking several speed laws to get to the hospital.

"Buffy Summers," Willow said. When the receptionist told them they headed in that direction. They saw Dean standing there. Then it hit Willow as to why he was there. Buffy and Dean had been involved for a short period. They cared about each other still. Weather it was beyond friendship she didn't know and didn't care.

"How is she?" Willow asked, Dean didn't answer.

"She's doing fine. She lost a lot of blood but she's awake if you all would like to go and see her." A nurse said, Willow nodded. Willow was the first one in Buffy's room.

"Hey," Buffy croaked.

"Buff!" Willow hugged her lightly, "I'm so glad you're okay!" She exclaimed, Buffy made a Blumenthal resembled a laugh.

"Yeah, it takes a lot more than that to take me down." She looked behind Willow at Dean, mouthing 'thank-you'. Dean smirked, "it's good to see you guys again." Buffy said looking between the brothers.

"What did Crowley want with you?" Dean asked

"My sister... She is this thing called the Key. Basically an orb of universe destroying energy." She said, her brows then knitted in confusion. "Who was that little girl?" She asked,

"The darkness, she goes by Amara." Sam explained,

"What's the darkness?" They explained everything that had happens the last month or so Buffy's eyes widened,

"The darkness that was here before all life?" She asked, "as in "in thhe beginning there was darkness."" Dean and Sam nodded. "Are you two stupid?!" Deans jaw dropped,

"Listen sweetheart, we-"

"Don't sweetheart me!" She snapped, "Sam, I get that you wanted to save Dean, but the world is going to be destroyed. Do you understand that?" She asked, Sam looked down at his feet. "Wills, you and Giles need to hit the books." She said, Willow nodded and rushed out. "Sam, can you let me speak to your brother for a minute?" Sam gave Dean an odd look and then walked out.

"You know, I can't believe it's been three years." Dean said, breaking the silence.

"I can't believe you didn't believe they were vampires." Buffy retorted, Dean chuckled. He walked over to Buffy and looked her in the eyes.

"I'm glad your okay," Buffy smiled.

"Uh-uh, you disappeared. You left without a single word." She said,

"I was sent to purgatory." His eyes looked haunted, "Sam told me how long I was gone. But it felt longer." He said, "look Buffy, I know I did some bad things when we were together... But I want another chance." He said, being with Buffy was different than being with Lisa. With Lisa he had used her so he didn't drown in his sorrow. With Buffy he felt... Alive, for the first time since coming back from hell.

Buffy looked down at her hands,

"You have one chance... Don't screw it up." She said, Dean smiled a very boyish smile. He leaned in and kissed her. She closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of his lips against hers once again.

Somewhere In Hell

Crowley sat at his thrown, grumbling to himself.

"King?" He looked up and spotted one of his most trusted,

"Ah, Kennedy."

"You look troubled M'lord," he smirked. 'M'lord,' at least some people knew common decency.

"It's nothing. Any news on Buffy?" He asked, she nodded and smirked,

"She is out of the hospital... With the Winchesters."

"Bloody hell! Still?! Of course she's with the Winchesters! Not with the other Slayers, not at home, but with the Winchesters!" Fire erupted around him, "fuck!" Kennedy took a step back.

"What do you want with Dawn anyway?" She asked tentatively. She needs Crowley had a temper, but not once had she done something to piss him off. She was careful,

"No need to be cautious. You have earned my trust completely. And it's not I who needs her, it's Amara." Kennedy nodded,

"Is Amara going to be able to do it?" Crowley smirked,

"Of course she is." Kennedy approached him and kissed him.

"Thank-you M'lord."

A/N: Duh, Duh, Duh! So I am putting the other Buffy Supernatural fic on the back burner. I have lost my motivation for that story :( . Anyhoo, I need to stop writing new fan fics! You can look forward to new updates in the coming weeks.

Kennedy, I hate her, so, so much. Tara is the only one worthy of Willow.

This is very off cannon season 11, there are some things that happen in this fic that happened in the show and Amara is still the main villain but that's it. So please, enjoy.