Hey everyone! I just wanted to ask a quick question about this fic and other fics related to it. I want to write some other fics with Ally as the MC, starting from the moment she dies at the end of season 5.
Which fic would you prefer?
-Harry Potter (starting from HBP)
-Supernatural (starting from season 3)
-The Hobbit (from the beginning)
-Avengers (from before the first movie)
Thanks for your help!

Lee out


"Stay here. I will come back later. Don't you dare leave the house, you hear me?"

She did as he told. She was too shaken to think clearly. She couldn't get the image of the body out of her mind. Now that the nightmares from Hell had lessened, even when she wasn't sleeping with Spike, she knew that the body would take their place. She couldn't do it. She needed to get her thoughts cleared up.

The basement. She could beat something up, the boxing bag they had put down there would be the perfect victim.

Victim.

Without taping her hands or even putting any footwear on, she started hitting the bag in the silence of the knight, wishing that it would not wake anyone else up. She needed it, needed the pain, the burning on the sole of her feet, the bruising of her knuckles. She needed something to make her feel anything but guilt and sorrow. She needed something to keep her from running to the Police Department and telling what she'd done. But she'd told Spike she would stay there.

How had that come to happen? What had been going on at the forest? It was so confusing, like time had been split and thrown together in no particular order. God, she'd even hit Spike.

There was something really weird about it all.

She was breathless and drenched in sweat when she stopped, probably after several hours of taking all of her fears and frustration out on the bag. She physically couldn't keep on training. She was devoid of any energy, her arms hanging limp on her sides from exhaustion. She should go upstairs, have a shower and wait.

As she walked down the corridor, past Buffy's bedroom, she couldn't help but take a glimpse inside, to see if Buffy could at least sleep. Ally pushed her eldest sister's door open silently, taking a few seconds to let her eyes adjust to the darkness and see if she could make out the blonde in bed.

Buffy was not there.

With a new surge of terrified energy, Ally ran to the bathroom, finding it empty, then downstairs once again and all around the house, finding no clue as to where her sister was.

She'd left. She'd gone to the Police Department. Ally was sure of it.

By the time Ally had grabbed a jacket, thrown her boots on, still wearing her pyjamas, and ran out of the house, she found the beaten up body of her vampire lying not three feet away from the front steps, his face bloodied and swollen, looking like he'd fainted on his way to the door.

"Spike!" She jumped the stairs at once, landing beside him and turning him around so she could take a good look at him, seeing him look at her through the one slightly less swollen eye. "What happened?" She asked softly, cradling his head between her hands and placing it on her lap.

"Went back... took care of the body..." He could barely speak, his face so badly hurt there was no part of it devoid of swelling or gashes or blood. "Found Buffy... Police Department... Tried to... stop 'er."

"Oh, god." Ally gasped, tears pilling in her eyes and running down her cheeks. "She did this to you? She went and told the police she'd done it? I killed the girl..."

"T'was an... accident, love." He reached for one of her hands, holding it against his chest. "None of you... not your fault..."

"Oh, god..."

Buffy had turned herself in. She'd confessed. She'd beaten her vampire.

Oh, god. What were they going to do?

Right then, as she was about to lift Spike off the floor and take him inside, she recognized her sister walking down the street, heading back home.

"Buffy." Ally rose to her feet, letting Spike rest his back against the side of the porch in a sitting position as the Slayers faced each other. "What did you do?" The brunette hissed, hands clenched into fists and body tense.

"Went to the PD." She briefly answered, her eyes wide on Ally.

"So what now? You said you'd killed a girl, and you're going to jail?" Ally whisper-shouted, advancing on Buffy as a machine, firm strides clashing with her pink and white pyjamas.

The blonde lightly shook her head in response, not really looking her sister in the eye. "No."

"You beat up Spike for wanting to stop you from ruining your life over something that I did?" Ally's voice was raising unintentionally, the emotions boiling inside her wanting to be let loose.

"No."

"What's going to happen to Dawn now, Buffy? Did you even think...?"

Buffy cut her, though, not giving her the chance to finish the last question. "I didn't turn myself in. Neither will you. It wasn't us. It was Warren." For once, the blonde looked up, staring at the other Slayer, face to face.

Anger was replaced by shock, her fists unclenching and air leaving her chest in one breath. "What?"

"We have research to do in the morning."


Spike had stayed at the Summers house for a while that night. Buffy had gone to bed, leaving Ally to take care of the wounds she had inflicted on the bleach blond and think about what they'd been told.

They didn't do it. Neither Buffy nor her. They didn't do it.

Once the vampire could walk by himself and not risk falling face first to the ground again, Ally went back to the room she shared with Dawn, so worn out she didn't even have time to take her boots off when she let herself fall onto the mattress.


The next few days for Ally were spent taking care of her vampire, nursing his wounds and watching some of the Passions videotapes she'd gotten him what felt like a lifetime ago. She barely saw Buffy, who disappeared more often than not, either working or patrolling, and instead she started training with Spike, given he could actually try to hit her without his head exploding.

It was one of those times they'd been training at the crypt that she voiced her worries about Buffy's absence.

"She's never home anymore. I never see her. Neither does Dawn. I know she is busy with work and her Slayer duties, but..."

"She's not." Spike growled, seeming to have been keeping it in for too long. "You have no idea what the Slayer is doing in her free time love. She's gonna get in deep shit if she doesn't stop soon."

"Stop what?"

From his spot on the couch beside her, sprawled after a heavy sparring session, his eyes flickered to Ally's, hesitation swimming in them. After a few seconds of deliberation, though, his face set into a determined expression, standing up from his seat and holding his hand out for her. "I'll show you."

She took his hand and let him lead her through the streets of Sunnydale, night time bringing the monsters out of their hiding places and to the solitary alleys the likes of Spike frequented.

And it seemed like Buffy did, too.

"What are we doing here, Spike?" Ally asked as she held the bleach blond's hand on her shoulder, her free arm going around his waist under the coat.

"Show you what your beloved sis's been doing."

The roamed through the demons and vampires in every corner until they came to a stop in front of a run-down bar, dark and musty, the same one Ally had once visited while looking for Spike.

The bleach blond approached the bartender with a confident stride, Ally matching his pace as she looked around the bar for any clues as to where Buffy could be. She wouldn't be playing cards at the back, would she? Ally couldn't imagine her sister playing for kittens amongst a group of demons.

"Well, if it isn't the vampire that I've repeatedly told not to bring Slayers into my bar." The bardemon hissed, his eyes flickering to the brunette as she rose an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, please, don't worry about me." She scoffed, insulted by his attitude. She missed the karaoke bar.

"We're looking for the other Slayer. She here?" Spike cut to the chase, leaning over the bar to shoot a threatening look at the demon.

"She left a bit earlier. Not twenty minutes." He sincerely answered, face scrunching it what Ally could only recognize as some kind of concern. It wasn't like she could really discern many human emotions with all the scales and ridges.

"Balls." The vampire cursed lowly as he turned toward the door, dragging Ally with him.

"What's going on?" She asked again, only to stop when Spike grabbed a loose skinned demon from its shoulder, making it turn around.

"Have you seen the Slayer leave?" He asked tactlessly, making Ally roll her eyes at his people skills.

"The Slayer's here." The demon growled, locking eyes with Ally.

"The other Slayer. You know, the one that likes to beat us all for fun?" The vampire specified, making Ally clench her fists at the reminder of what Buffy had done to Spike not long ago.

"Went that way with Billy."

"Thanks, mate."

With a nod at the demon, Spike was once again making her hurry alongside him, practically running in the direction the demon had pointed. Meanwhile, Ally's mind was reeling. Why was Buffy there? Why did it look like she spent quite a bit of time there? And who the hell was Billy?

It looked like Spike could manage to trace her sister with his sense of smell the rest of the way, turning this way and that, taking them both deeper into the maze of alleys that was that part of town.

And then he stopped, right in front of a worn down building, the front door slightly ajar.

"She's here." He whispered, frowning at the building as if it had anything to do with what was happening. "Now, I know you're gonna freak out, Ally Cat. If I didn't have so little faith in Goldilocks I would've, too. I only found out a few weeks ago, but she's been doing it for longer."

"Doing what?" She inquired, pressing the matter. What was it that she had to know?

Instead of answering, he gestured to the door with his hand, letting her take the lead. She immediately barged inside, trying to find her sister, looking at the vampire every now and then so he would tell her which way to go. They both went upstairs, ragged breaths letting them know there was someone there.

And there, at the end of a corridor that she could barely believe didn't collapse into the lower floor, was a half-open door, sounds coming from the other side. The carefully approached it, trying not to make much noise, until the screaming started. Then they ran, jumping inside the bedroom, ready for a fight.

What Ally saw made her throat close in on itself, blood draining from her face. There she was, Buffy, on the bed, sitting on top of a Brachen demon, the Brachen demon Ally'd once seen at the bar, the one that had been trembling so much she'd had to calm him down. Buffy's skirt was sprawled around them, but it was clear what they were doing, or what they had been doing before the blonde had grabbed the knife she was holding high in her hand.

"Buffy!" Ally screamed, matching the Brachen demon, Billy's shrieks of fright.

The blonde's head whipped to the side to find her sister and lapdog in the room, watching what she was about to do. Her eyes flickered from the vampire to the brunette, horror painted in her face at being caught in such a situation.

"Let him go, Buffy." Ally snarled, keeping an eye on the knife, carefully moving toward the bed.

Buffy brought up the walls that hid her, face setting into a defying glare. "He's a demon, Alls."

"Brachen demon. They're peaceful. You have no more claim on them than you have on humans. Let him go." The youngest Slayer repeated, now nearly three feet from the bed.

Billy was watching them while trying to hide his whimpers, eyes flying from one Slayer to the other, hopeful when looking at one, fearful when looking at the other.

"He's a demon." The blonde insisted, lifting the knife once more.

Ally didn't waste one second in tackling her sister, throwing her off the bed while Billy scampered off, trying to adjust his pants as he ran away. The brunette made Buffy drop the knife and trapped her beneath her, holding her down by the arms.

"What the hell are you doing, Buffy? Is this what you spend your time on, instead of being with your family? Fucking and then killing innocents? What is wrong with you?!" With each sentence, Ally shook the Slayer beneath her, eyes watering at the disappointment, just as Buffy's did in anger.

"Don't you see? Don't you see what is going on? We are not as we were before! We came back wrong! This is what we are now! We are wrong!"