Disclaimer: I do not own the show or the characters. Written for fun, nothing more.
Buffy raced through the darkened graveyard like a woman possessed. Her memories were confused. Light, she remembered blinding light. And falling. She fell through the air, expected to hit concrete. But instead she met the loamy turf of a Sunnydale graveyard. She remembered feelings too. Anger, shock, fear. And now she ran. She had no idea what she was running from, but as she hit the ground, instinct had taken over. Fuelled by fear and confusion she sped though the graveyard. It was bizarre, her surroundings felt familiar, but at the same time, so terribly wrong. All she knew was that she had to keep moving. Just keep moving...