Sad But True
Summary: After Buffy died in "The Gift" she never went to heaven. And after her resurrection, the gang find out that what they brought back wasn't the girl they buried.
A/N: A new story of mine. My first venture into darker stuff. This is just a teaser/opening and takes place just after Buffy is brought back. Winchesters will appear next!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. Buffy and co are Joss Whedon's, and Sam and Dean etc are Eric Kripkes. Title is taken from the song of the same name by Metallica.
She kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she heard and felt the maelstrom around her. The screams, the blood…it didn't help. She saw it and heard it everywhere she looked, even with her eyes firmly closed. She soon felt the agony of a dull knife piercing flesh so deep she could feel it connect with bone and let out an agonized scream, unable to handle the extreme torment to her senses.
Then suddenly the pain was gone and there was only silence.
She frowned before cautiously opening her eyes. It took several moments for her brain to process that she was back in her dark bedroom. In her home. She was safe. There was nothing dangerous here other than the vampires and demons outside. The usual suspects. And her own memories…She took a deep breath, willing her heart rate to go back to normal, before forcing out a shaky breath. It was over, she shouldn't be dwelling on it.
That was when she finally heard the knock on the door, "Buffy?"
Willow.
"Are you okay? We heard yelling and I just wondered if you were okay?"
Buffy forced a reassuring smile on her face, "Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. It was just a weird dream."
She wished she had said something different when that familiar old concerned expression appeared on Willow's face.
"Was it about Hell? Do you want to talk it?"
Buffy shook her head, "I'd rather not." She pretended not to notice Willow's disappointed expression.
"Oh…okay then. But…I can't imagine how scary it must have been, but, I don't know, I think talking about it might help, and if you ever need to talk about it I am right here ready to listen…" She flashed Buffy her eager 'ready to help' face.
Buffy nodded, her expression revealing nothing, "Okay."
Willow frowned in dismay, "Oh but don't you want to…?" She sighed, "Never mind. I'm just gonna go back to bed, then. But, uh, remember if you ever need to- "
"Talk. I know. Goodnight."
"Um, goodnight." Willow slowly turned around to leave the room, clearly not wanting to leave her friend, but froze when she noticed something, "Uh, Buffy?"
"Yeah?"
"What happened to your dresser?"
Buffy frowned, not understanding, and looked over at her dresser. She blinked in surprise at the sight that greeted her. The table was broken at an angle, drawers fallen out with their contents spilled across the floor. And the stool was actually *inside* the table. Like it had been pushed straight through it. Hard.
"I don't know…"