Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, yadda-yadda.
Author's Note: Just a short little crossover I had to write.
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Buffy was thrown backwards, her head colliding with the wall of the Council. She could hear Faith and Willow yelling down the hall but when she stood to help, nausea overcame her and forced her to her knees. "Buffy!" She looked up to see Xander and Giles running toward her.
"Go!" she shouted at them. "Take Dawn and get out of here."
Both of them looked like they are going to argue but finally Giles nodded and draged Xander away. Faith's ear-splitting scream echoed down the hall and Buffy got up, grabbing her axe, and ran toward the sound. When she got there, she found Faith laying in a pool of blood, her head cut open. Willow was nowhere to be seen. Realizing she may need something more than an axe to kill whatever had broken into the Council, she headed to Giles' office and retrieved the scythe.
The sounds of dozens of young slayers dying reached her ears as she walked along the halls. Buffy paused in mid-step and dove for cover as Willow came flying into view, having been thrown by something obviously very strong. 'Don't underestimate this guy,' Buffy thought to herself.
"Where is she?" A man, dressed in black with his back to Buffy, calmly walked into Buffy's line of sight. Willow seemed to finally notice Buffy behind him and sent her an unnoticed nod, which Buffy knew meant 'Kill Him'. However, as soon as Buffy charged at him, the man turned to face her. "There you are," he smiled.
Buffy suddenly felt as if a large invisible hand had grabbed her. She was unable to move. She got a good look at the man before her. He had a scruffy beard and a handsome face but his eyes were two brown pools of malice. Willow began to say a spell under her breath but almost before the first word was out she stopped. "Now, now," the man grinned, looking back at Willow. "None of that."
He turned his attention back to Buffy and glided over to her, his feet never once touching the floor. "You're her," he whispered, staring into her eyes. "The one all these other girls got their power from."
"Yeah, that's me," Buffy said.
His face filled with anticipation, and almost as an afterthought, he lifted his hand into the air; Willow rose with it. "Bye, Willow," he said softly, not turning around. Willow's heart suddenly burst from her chest, leaving a gaping hole. Buffy tried with all her strength to attack the stranger but she remained immobile. "Someone's gotten sloppy in their old age," the man taunted. "Surely the great Buffy Summers can break free of my hold, can't she?"
"Fuck you," she spat.
He laughed at that. "You're a wild one!" His face grew serious again. "Let's just get this over with, shall we?"
Buffy screamed out in pain as her head began to split in two.
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As the body of Buffy Summers hit the floor, the man removed a battered piece of paper from his pocket and scratched her name off the list. Without so much as a glance at the carnage he'd created the man known as Sylar left the Council, his thoughts already on the next person's name.