Chapter 2 : Hello New World

When Buffy next opened her eyes its was slowly, she quietly shifted to take stock on how she felt. Her eyes flew wide open when she realized that she felt like she had before she died, and yet she felt different at the same time more powerful, calmer, and most importantly, taller. She quickly took in her surroundings, wary of any unknown danger, she was in a clearing, surrounded by fir trees, and the sun was setting. She slowly made her way to her feet, looking down at herself as she did, she was the same, as far as she could tell the only difference was her height. Turning she caught sight of a giant metal round circle, and it had a small platform thing in front of it. She walked over, feeling as if she was compelled, and once she stopped in front of it her mind randomly supplied that it was an Astria Porta, a Gateway to the Heavens. Buffy was confused at the new knowledge but let it be as more information was supplied, how it worked and a few addresses.

Shrugging, Buffy decided that she was going to trust her instincts and trust the information, somehow knowing that it was correct. She dialed the first address that came to mind and watched in awe as the circle spun and the portal was created, and once it was stable she walked through, tense and prepared for anything on the other side. She gasped as she made it through to the other side, feeling as if she was going to be sick, she waited the nausea out, making sure to stay aware of her surroundings. Once she was better she decided that she was going to explore the new place.

"One small step for Buffy and one giant leap for Buffy's mind." Buffy muttered under her breathe as she tried to figure out where she was. "I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore Toto." She absently stated to herself, discovering a path she followed it to a near by village where the locals were happy to give her a place to sleep and food to eat. Realizing that for the first time in years she didn't have to or want to hide how much she needed to eat, she dug in feeling as free as a Jay bird and eating more than three people combined. When the locals asked her for a name to call her by she decided that she was going to be someone other than Buffy. "Call me Elizabeth." Came the short but warm answer as she was shown where she could sleep for the night. The next day the locals gave her a small list of addresses to memorize and then with a few goodbyes and promises to visit, Elizabeth went her own way.

Ten Years Later

Elizabeth was sitting in shock by a small clear pond at dawn, she had suspected for some years now, but she finally had her proof. She wasn't aging or she was, but not in any quick observable manner. She hadn't really had time these past few years to stop and look at her reflection, having been to busy going from world to world running from the Wraith. Finally though she had managed to find some still water and as far as she could tell she didn't look a day older than when she first arrived in this dimension. Shaking her head Elizabeth just decided that it just meant she had more time to help others before she got to old to be much use, not realizing that her subconscious knowledge of this was what was keeping her from freaking out. Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind Elizabeth stood and took one last look at the pond before walking away, knowing that she had to finish the deal she came here to make for a colony on a new world if she was going to get paid.

Fifteen Years Later

Elizabeth gasped as she ran clutching her side as it ached from a still healing wound, looking back only to check that they hadn't caught up with her yet, knowing that if she slowed in any way they would catch her. She swerved in and out of the trees, jumped over logs and ducked past low hang branches running as fast as she could, determined that she would never get caught by them again. Swiftly she checked her guns before swearing as she realized that she was almost out of ammo, she was going to have to steal some more ammo if she wanted to keep her promise to herself. As much as the Slayer in her was begging for a good hand-to-hand fight so that she could work out her anger she knew that while she could beat them one on one, or two on one, more than that were coming after her and would overpower her if she tried. Normally that wouldn't even faze her but as weak as she currently was, she knew that she wouldn't win. So she would keep running and fighting, like she had been for the past five years, and if she went down then she would make sure she took as many of them to the grave with her.

Seventy Years later

The Slayer was in charge now, Elizabeth had retreated behind it to protect herself as much as was possible. She had remained strong running and fighting for fifty of the past seventy years, but then a wraith caught her and thought it would be more fun to torture her than kill her. She had managed to kill the wraith and escape after a decade of torture, but she had been so damaged and hurt that she hid, letting the slayer take over and become feral like. The Slayer protected others, but only until there was a danger of getting caught by the wraith, and then she ran or killed the wraith to the best of her ability. She never talked or made eye contact unless she was threatened, or threatening others, and she kept out of towns unless she was stealing food and supplies.

She arrived at her new destination as she usually did, vigilantly and silently. Keeping down low and moving fast, she slipped into the nearby town and managed to remain undetected by the guards, she worked her way through the streets vendors taking the things she needed and leaving what she thought was a fair price for it. She kept at this for about an hour or so until someone caught her, which surprised her since it had been almost a decade since anyone had done so, let alone in a way that she didn't know until she was caught. She fought and screamed until the men of the town took her from the man who had caught her, writhing against the them, trying to escape without hurting them. She refused to harm them since they were humans, or humanoids and knowing that was the only way she was going to get free she expressed her anger as loudly as she could trying futilely to intimidate the men into letting her go.

They dragged her across the square before moving inside and they tossed her into a cell, locking the door after her. She rushed at them screaming and snarling only held back by the bars and the fact that if she showed her strength then they would react in horrible ways. Crying out in anger and frustration she realize that the man who had caught her had arrived with three others not giving her enough time alone to escape. She slowly wound down, refusing to acknowledge the company that had caught her, and yet knew she had to wait until they left to escape.