Everything was white. White walls, white floor, white ceiling. There were no pictures or tables or light switches. It was all white.
Buffy started walking. She had no idea where she was and when she turned back to see where she had come from, all she saw was the same thing ahead of her. It was an endless white hall.
Buffy walked for a few minutes before trouble found her--or rather, she found it. The hall finally ended in a large white room bordered with bronze. Three large bronze pillars stood in a triangular formation in the middle of the room. They reached from floor to ceiling. Large and small symbols, which Buffy guessed were of some ancient alphabet or language, decorated the pillars from top to bottom. The symbols covered the entire surface of the pillars except a bronze door shaped rectangle.
As soon as the slayer stepped into the room, the symbols began to glow amber and come away from the pillars. The symbols then began to spin, revolve, around the pillars; first slowly then faster and faster until they looked like sleek, amber rings curving around the pillars. There was a low hum, like that of a fluorescent light when the surge of energy runs through the fixture. The grew louder as the symbols spun faster. Suddenly, the slayer realized it wasn't humming. It was growling.
As sudden as they had begun, the symbols and growling stopped. Hovering above the ground, slightly away from the pillars, the symbols seemed to have been put in some order. As if Buffy knew anything about ancient symbols. They just looked as if they had been made into words of some sort.
The slayer cautiously stepped towards the pillars. Well that was the lamest light display I've ever seen! There wasn't even any fireworks!
As if on cue, there was a burst of white light from each of the rectangles. Before Buffy could turn around to flee, a large orange demon stepped out of the middle rectangle. With huge sharp teeth, three large horns on its forehead, or what should be his forehead, and tiny spikes completely covering its body, it looked like a giant orange porcupine with horns. Of course, porcupines didn't carry large scythe shaped axes.
Buffy sighed. Why don't you bad ever take a break? Cuz, no offense, but you look terrorable. Buffy snickered at her little joke. Get it? Terrorable? When the demon didn't respond except to snarl, Buffy sighed again and rolled her eyes. No sense of humor, huh? You seriously need to lighten up! I guess I'll just have to kick your butt without the comedy. I can't do that!
Before slayer or demon could make the first move, another burst of white light exploded from each of the rectangles. Three demons, exactly like the first, stepped out of the rectangles. Within a second there were three more. Three after another three after another three stepped from the rectangles after new white bursts of light. An army of orange spiked demons was building right before the slayer's eyes, and she was unarmed.
Oh sure! You couldn't crash the party on your own! You just had to bring your friends!
The first demon raised its axe over it's head and charged the slayer.
Well I don't tolerate unwanted guests! Buffy wrapped her hands around the oncoming axe and pulled herself into a jump. With both feet she kicked the demon in the chest sending him stumbling backwards. Hefting the axe, the slayer grinned. I'll just borrow it. I promise nothing will happen to it.
Finding his balance, the demon charged again, this time swinging huge spiked fists. The slayer ducked one then the other and threw her own punch which landed on the demon's midsection. Buffy squealed and quickly stepped back and glanced at her right hand. Tiny puncture wounds covered her fingers and knuckles.
Ouch! That hurt! Buffy pouted.
The demon rushed her again. The slayer jumped over the demon and performed a perfect somersault over the demon's head. Landing on her feet behind the demon, Buffy jumped into a roundhouse kick, landing it on the demon's head. Dazed, the demon turned to face the slayer who performed a series of punches and kicks before leaving herself vulnerable to a punch from the demon.
Blood slowly began to trickle from the tiny puncture wounds in the side of Buffy's arm. There were more tiny wounds in her hands from the punches she landed on the demon's spiked landscape. Buffy could also feel the wounds in her feet from the landed kicks. No doubt her shoes were full of holes too.
The demon threw another large fist and Buffy ducked, coming back with two of her own punches and a kick. The demon grabbed the axe in the slayer's hands. Buffy swung the axe above her head and kicked the demon in the face with a high kick. He stumbled backwards and gained his balance. He charged again. Buffy brought the axe down.
Purple goo exploded all over Buffy. The stench was almost unbearable. The goo was slimy and sticky and stuck to her clothes and hair.
Blech! An orange demon with purple blood? You must've been created by King Tacky! Buffy glanced at the goo covered axe in her hands then at the army of other demons full of purple goo and winced. Does this mean I have to pay for damages? How bout we make a deal. I know someone who can clean this up for you! It will look good as new! I hear weapon cleaning is expensive these days. You'd be saving a load of cash.
The demons snarled and the low growl filled the room once again.
I guess that's a no?
The demons charged.
