Willow's body convulsed violently and an enormous snake slithered from her mouth. She was still being tested. Anya, Xander, and Tara watched in horror. They were interrupted as a rather nasty looking demon stumbled into their midst, crushing the urn of Osiris. All their hopes, the last chance of getting Buffy back, shattered. Willow howled with grief, casting a spell that encased the demon in a gulf of fire, before collapsing onto the ground in pain.
"On the brightside, we don't need to worry about zombies now." Said Anya's perky voice as Tara and Xander picked Willow up and headed back to the Magic Box. When Giles had left, he gave Anya control over the magic shop.
She was happy, at peace. Finally, resting, no pain, no fear, no doubt. And she was pulled out, expelled, thrown into the darkness.
Her eyes flashed open. Why was it so dark? She tried to lift her arms, but she wasn't able to move much. She was lying flat, and she had no room. She couldn't breathe.
In a coffin.
Six feet underground.
Frantic, desperate, tearing through the silk, wood, fingers digging through the dirt. So much dirt, up to the surface.
Back into Hell.
She struggled upright, turned, and saw her tombstone:
Buffy Anne Summers
1980-2000
Beloved sister, friend, daughter
She saved the world
A lot
She turned from the sight, couldn't look, couldn't think, and stumbled into the night.
They were on the couch, him and the Nibblet, she had fallen asleep during the dopey Hallmark movie they had on. Suddenly there was a noise, a thump on the porch, and it shook Dawn awake. That smell, he knew that smell. The smell that coated the room upstairs where he slept. But it was…alive. He couldn't move, fearing it was just another dream, a mind trick. The smell was just so, so real. Dawn stood; not noticing the shock on Spike's face, and went into the hall to look out the door. And then she screamed.