Ch. 1 Aftermath
Waking up in her not so new room, the petite blonde sat up, taking in her surroundings for the 30th time since the gang arrived at the Hyperion Hotel a month ago. One month since the battle against The First Evil. Exactly a month since she put the Sunnydale Hellmouth and all the stores above it out of business. Slayers were activated all over the world.
Buffy sulked out of her queen sized bed and slowly made her way to the mirror on her closet door. She stared at her tear stained face, disgusted with herself and yet not willing to do anything to fix it. Ever since the final battle against The First, ever since Spike sacrificed himself, she hadn't been able to do anything too productive. She looked at herself in the mirror again and gazed into her own eyes. They had once been full of hope and determination and were as green as the grass on the ground on a sunny Spring morning. Currently, they were dull and empty. All of her happiness was buried somewhere in the remains of Sunnydale High. The only things that were holding her to the Earth were Willow, Xander, Giles, but most of all, Dawn, her little key. Buffy thought of Dawn as she went through her daily routines of brushing her hair, teeth, getting dressed, and tidying up her room. She didn't bother with make-up anymore because no amount of cover-up could make the dark circles under he eyes disappear.
A soft knock came from the door. Buffy mumbled something that vaguely sounded like 'Come in.' and Dawn stepped through the doorway. Expecting Buffy to still be in bed, when she heard noise in the bathroom it startled her. She turned towards Buffy and said "Hey." Dawn gave her a weak smile.
"Hey, you." Buffy said and hugged her. She wore the same unreadable expression on her face that she had since the battle. Dawn almost smirked when she got a good look at what Buffy was wearing. She had taken up Faiths style in clothing and was wearing tight, dark denim jeans, a black mesh tee shirt with a black tank underneath, and a long leather duster. She remembered the long hours they spent together, wandering from store to store until they finally found a jacket like Spikes.
There was a long silence before Buffy made up her mind. "I'm going patrolling." She looked at Dawn. Her reaction was exactly how she imagined it. She had a look of joy, surprise, and worry on her face.
"Buffy.. are you sure you.."
Buffy cut her off. "Yes." She said simply and walked out of her room. Buffy had slept the month away and her need to fight was almost as strong as her new addiction to cigarettes.
She walked outside and into the refreshing night air. Buffy walked around the park and waited a good ten minutes before lighting up a cigarette. It was another ten minutes before she met her first vampire.
"Hey cutie." He said, approaching her.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I don't want to deal with a newbie, give me a challenge!" she begged The Powers. Buffy lazily chucked a stake threw the vampires button up shirt and he was soon a pile of dust on the ground.
Buffy lit up another cigarette, enjoying being back outside again, when she saw another vampire heading her way. She took a long hit from her cigarette, then flicked it and walked towards the vamp. "Oh, I'm so lucky to have found a big, strong man like you to escort me home! The dark is so.. scary!" An old aching rose in her stomach and a small twinkle appeared in her eyes. This was one of her favorite acts. It somewhat reminded her of Cordelia. She vampire didn't recognize her as the slayer, which would make staking him even more fun.
"Yeah, lucky you." He said, closing the distance between them. He put his game face on and sprang at Buffy.
"Now, Mr. Vampire, that wasn't very nice! I don't really like being bitten by dirt like you.!" Buffy flung him against the nearest tombstone. He just smiled. Buffy was startled but it, but didn't show it. "I should smack that smile right off your face." Buffy pulled out her stake, ready to strike.
"Do it." The vampire said, ready for the hit.
"I was planning on it, but do you have to take the fun out of it?" She looked at him for a moment then threw the stake through his heart. Not even a second later she was attacked from behind and knocked to the ground. Buffy was stunned for a second then jumped up, cursing herself for staying in bed and not training.
"What's wrong, Slayer, can't recognize a vampire when you see one?" The new vamp teased.
"You wish." Buffy reached up and broke a branch off the nearest tree and swung out behind her then to her right, dusting two more vampires. She kicked out and spun around, kicking at least four vamps off their feet. "So, what's the occasion?" she said, realizing she was surrounded by at least 20 vampires. 'I shouldn't have let the newbies patrol by themselves. Doesn't look like they were doing a very good job.' She cursed herself again. She was finally gaining her Buffy-ness back. Her fight and attitude were back but she still could feel a hole in her heart. Buffy was concentrating on the vampires too hard to realize that the Scoobies were walking towards her in the distance, obviously worried, but not panicking. The leader vampire continued to tell Buffy that they were out to kill all the newly activated Slayers. She sprinted up to him and tackled him to the ground, which caught him by surprise. "You take to long to explain a simple thing like a party. Let me give you and example of a quick explanation. This," Buffy acknowledged a piece of wood in her hand. "Is a stake." She pressed it to where his heart was. "And this is how it's used." Buffy pressed down but before it pierced through his skin, she was pulled off him by some of his minions.
"I really don't need and explanation on that, I know how it works." He took her original abandoned stake off the ground and made a swift movement to his left, not breaking eye contact with Buffy, and staked the nearest vampire. This surprised Buffy and she stopped struggling to get free from the grip her captor had on her fists, which he was holding behind her back. "I don't believe I introduced myself. I'm Sangadora. And I'm about to kill my sixth Slayer." He smile wickedly at her and began to walk towards her.
"That6's where you're wrong. The only reason you got to kill the others is because they were new. Inexperienced." Now Buffy was the one that was smiling. She quickly broke the wrists of the amp that was holding her and threw her stake down, dusting him while he was screaming in pain, holding his wrists. "I'm The Slayer. I battled the first and many before that. And I beat them all. Oh yeah, and dying isn't something new to me." The vamp was shocked but quickly covered it up with a mischievous grin.
"But you are new around here. I've heard about you and you've been hiding in your room, waiting to die. Just think of what I'm about to do.. as a favor. And don't worry, you don't have to pay me back." Buffy felt herself being pushed to the ground and held down by more than one vampire. Sangadora's words played over and over in her head. 'He's right. I have been waiting to die.' She cried at the thought and realized she didn't want to live her life like that. Right now she had enough rage inside her, enough emotion, to slay all the vamps in the world and end the need for Vampire Slayers. A stinging from the side of her neck brought her back to reality and she realized with horror all throughout her that Sangadora had bitten her. And as much as she struggled, she was well out numbered with what seemed to be all the vampires in L.A. on top of her, but really, it was just about ten of fifteen. As everything was going black and her whole life was flashing before her eyes the weight on her legs, arms, and body was getting lighter and lighter. Then, suddenly, Sangadora was pulled off of her and he was running into the distance of the park. Buffy blinked, realizing what had just happened. Willow, Xander, Angel, and Dawn were all kneeling down next to her, crying and screaming her name. They were all holding her hands. With as much strength as she could muster, she squeezed their hands and said, "I love you guys.. I'm not done here yet.. I.. will find and kill.. that bastard.. Sangador..a.." she whispered her murderers name and with a last tear rolling down her soft cheek, the oldest Slayer in the history of Vampire Slayers died. For the third time.
Waking up in her not so new room, the petite blonde sat up, taking in her surroundings for the 30th time since the gang arrived at the Hyperion Hotel a month ago. One month since the battle against The First Evil. Exactly a month since she put the Sunnydale Hellmouth and all the stores above it out of business. Slayers were activated all over the world.
Buffy sulked out of her queen sized bed and slowly made her way to the mirror on her closet door. She stared at her tear stained face, disgusted with herself and yet not willing to do anything to fix it. Ever since the final battle against The First, ever since Spike sacrificed himself, she hadn't been able to do anything too productive. She looked at herself in the mirror again and gazed into her own eyes. They had once been full of hope and determination and were as green as the grass on the ground on a sunny Spring morning. Currently, they were dull and empty. All of her happiness was buried somewhere in the remains of Sunnydale High. The only things that were holding her to the Earth were Willow, Xander, Giles, but most of all, Dawn, her little key. Buffy thought of Dawn as she went through her daily routines of brushing her hair, teeth, getting dressed, and tidying up her room. She didn't bother with make-up anymore because no amount of cover-up could make the dark circles under he eyes disappear.
A soft knock came from the door. Buffy mumbled something that vaguely sounded like 'Come in.' and Dawn stepped through the doorway. Expecting Buffy to still be in bed, when she heard noise in the bathroom it startled her. She turned towards Buffy and said "Hey." Dawn gave her a weak smile.
"Hey, you." Buffy said and hugged her. She wore the same unreadable expression on her face that she had since the battle. Dawn almost smirked when she got a good look at what Buffy was wearing. She had taken up Faiths style in clothing and was wearing tight, dark denim jeans, a black mesh tee shirt with a black tank underneath, and a long leather duster. She remembered the long hours they spent together, wandering from store to store until they finally found a jacket like Spikes.
There was a long silence before Buffy made up her mind. "I'm going patrolling." She looked at Dawn. Her reaction was exactly how she imagined it. She had a look of joy, surprise, and worry on her face.
"Buffy.. are you sure you.."
Buffy cut her off. "Yes." She said simply and walked out of her room. Buffy had slept the month away and her need to fight was almost as strong as her new addiction to cigarettes.
She walked outside and into the refreshing night air. Buffy walked around the park and waited a good ten minutes before lighting up a cigarette. It was another ten minutes before she met her first vampire.
"Hey cutie." He said, approaching her.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I don't want to deal with a newbie, give me a challenge!" she begged The Powers. Buffy lazily chucked a stake threw the vampires button up shirt and he was soon a pile of dust on the ground.
Buffy lit up another cigarette, enjoying being back outside again, when she saw another vampire heading her way. She took a long hit from her cigarette, then flicked it and walked towards the vamp. "Oh, I'm so lucky to have found a big, strong man like you to escort me home! The dark is so.. scary!" An old aching rose in her stomach and a small twinkle appeared in her eyes. This was one of her favorite acts. It somewhat reminded her of Cordelia. She vampire didn't recognize her as the slayer, which would make staking him even more fun.
"Yeah, lucky you." He said, closing the distance between them. He put his game face on and sprang at Buffy.
"Now, Mr. Vampire, that wasn't very nice! I don't really like being bitten by dirt like you.!" Buffy flung him against the nearest tombstone. He just smiled. Buffy was startled but it, but didn't show it. "I should smack that smile right off your face." Buffy pulled out her stake, ready to strike.
"Do it." The vampire said, ready for the hit.
"I was planning on it, but do you have to take the fun out of it?" She looked at him for a moment then threw the stake through his heart. Not even a second later she was attacked from behind and knocked to the ground. Buffy was stunned for a second then jumped up, cursing herself for staying in bed and not training.
"What's wrong, Slayer, can't recognize a vampire when you see one?" The new vamp teased.
"You wish." Buffy reached up and broke a branch off the nearest tree and swung out behind her then to her right, dusting two more vampires. She kicked out and spun around, kicking at least four vamps off their feet. "So, what's the occasion?" she said, realizing she was surrounded by at least 20 vampires. 'I shouldn't have let the newbies patrol by themselves. Doesn't look like they were doing a very good job.' She cursed herself again. She was finally gaining her Buffy-ness back. Her fight and attitude were back but she still could feel a hole in her heart. Buffy was concentrating on the vampires too hard to realize that the Scoobies were walking towards her in the distance, obviously worried, but not panicking. The leader vampire continued to tell Buffy that they were out to kill all the newly activated Slayers. She sprinted up to him and tackled him to the ground, which caught him by surprise. "You take to long to explain a simple thing like a party. Let me give you and example of a quick explanation. This," Buffy acknowledged a piece of wood in her hand. "Is a stake." She pressed it to where his heart was. "And this is how it's used." Buffy pressed down but before it pierced through his skin, she was pulled off him by some of his minions.
"I really don't need and explanation on that, I know how it works." He took her original abandoned stake off the ground and made a swift movement to his left, not breaking eye contact with Buffy, and staked the nearest vampire. This surprised Buffy and she stopped struggling to get free from the grip her captor had on her fists, which he was holding behind her back. "I don't believe I introduced myself. I'm Sangadora. And I'm about to kill my sixth Slayer." He smile wickedly at her and began to walk towards her.
"That6's where you're wrong. The only reason you got to kill the others is because they were new. Inexperienced." Now Buffy was the one that was smiling. She quickly broke the wrists of the amp that was holding her and threw her stake down, dusting him while he was screaming in pain, holding his wrists. "I'm The Slayer. I battled the first and many before that. And I beat them all. Oh yeah, and dying isn't something new to me." The vamp was shocked but quickly covered it up with a mischievous grin.
"But you are new around here. I've heard about you and you've been hiding in your room, waiting to die. Just think of what I'm about to do.. as a favor. And don't worry, you don't have to pay me back." Buffy felt herself being pushed to the ground and held down by more than one vampire. Sangadora's words played over and over in her head. 'He's right. I have been waiting to die.' She cried at the thought and realized she didn't want to live her life like that. Right now she had enough rage inside her, enough emotion, to slay all the vamps in the world and end the need for Vampire Slayers. A stinging from the side of her neck brought her back to reality and she realized with horror all throughout her that Sangadora had bitten her. And as much as she struggled, she was well out numbered with what seemed to be all the vampires in L.A. on top of her, but really, it was just about ten of fifteen. As everything was going black and her whole life was flashing before her eyes the weight on her legs, arms, and body was getting lighter and lighter. Then, suddenly, Sangadora was pulled off of her and he was running into the distance of the park. Buffy blinked, realizing what had just happened. Willow, Xander, Angel, and Dawn were all kneeling down next to her, crying and screaming her name. They were all holding her hands. With as much strength as she could muster, she squeezed their hands and said, "I love you guys.. I'm not done here yet.. I.. will find and kill.. that bastard.. Sangador..a.." she whispered her murderers name and with a last tear rolling down her soft cheek, the oldest Slayer in the history of Vampire Slayers died. For the third time.