Author's note: Just a little idea that's been dancing through my head the past few days. Had to get it typed. Please R/R, tell me if you liked it, if you didn't, etc. Don't be nice just because this is me first ficcy! This is just a prologue of sorts right now, I'm working on the rest of the story, and if you don't know anything about Buffy, the basic idea is there is a Slayer. She fights evil. Evil dies. Slayer eventually gets killed by evil thingies, new Slayer is called.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, blahblahblah, Animorphs belongs to KA Applegate, Buffy to Joss Whedon and all those lovely ppl at UPN, so please no sue. Sue bad. Me lacking in money.
Prologue
Buffy looked around wildly, searching for an escape route. But there was none. The encircling ring of vamps and other assorted demons advanced cautiously. She was, after all, the Slayer. And the Slayer was definately NOT someone to take lightly. But this time, they had her. She knew it, deep down, but resisted still. At least she could take some of them down with her. No help was coming, and it never would. Giles, killed. Anya, Xander, Willow, Dawn, Spike....all dead. Killed in the horrific battle. Suddenly, almost as if they could read each other's minds, the mob of demons leaped for her. As Buffy died, an image suddenly popped into her head. A tall, blond, beautiful girl with icy blue eyes. Her successor. A warrior, like her. With her dying breath, Buffy uttered two words. "Good luck."
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, blahblahblah, Animorphs belongs to KA Applegate, Buffy to Joss Whedon and all those lovely ppl at UPN, so please no sue. Sue bad. Me lacking in money.
Prologue
Buffy looked around wildly, searching for an escape route. But there was none. The encircling ring of vamps and other assorted demons advanced cautiously. She was, after all, the Slayer. And the Slayer was definately NOT someone to take lightly. But this time, they had her. She knew it, deep down, but resisted still. At least she could take some of them down with her. No help was coming, and it never would. Giles, killed. Anya, Xander, Willow, Dawn, Spike....all dead. Killed in the horrific battle. Suddenly, almost as if they could read each other's minds, the mob of demons leaped for her. As Buffy died, an image suddenly popped into her head. A tall, blond, beautiful girl with icy blue eyes. Her successor. A warrior, like her. With her dying breath, Buffy uttered two words. "Good luck."
