Chapter 2: Twist of Fate
Buffy rubbed her eyes and looked down. She saw that she was dressed in jeans, a blue shirt, black boots and a denim jacket. Strangely, she looked just like she was when she was twenty. IWeirdI. A blue backpack was slung around her shoulder. She quickly opened it and checked its contents. There were stakes, holy water, a small crossbow, a couple of crosses, a few clothes, and around fifty dollars. IFifty dollars?I She couldn't live off out of fifty dollars! Buffy sighed. Guess she'll have to find a job then.
Buffy took in her new surroundings. It was far from what she expected. Meaning, it was even more rundown than she expected. Buildings, skyscrapers, and small motels were scattered around, majority of which were covered in graffiti and dirt. Beggars in ragged clothing stood in corners sulking. What was so heart wrenching about them was that many of them were kids. Homeless kids.
Armed cops were crawling everywhere, suspiciously eyeing the civilians. Distrust was in the air and Buffy couldn't blame them as what the Powers had told her, murder and theft was pretty common in the city. And Buffy knew why. The Pulse demolished many of the offices and factories in the city and money would be most likely hard to obtain.
Buffy blinked. If Seattle was the only city that wasn't completely wiped out by the Pulse, what would the other countries look like? When Seattle itself was already in ruins?
The sky was starting to get dark and the sun was slowly setting. The blonde slayer decided that this might be the perfect time to go see if there were any vampire nests around the vicinity since it was obvious that she couldn't go out of the sector without a sector pass. Hitching the backpack higher over her shoulder, she left the crowded street and looked around for any possible places were vampires could be lounging about. She found that very place after a few minutes of walking.
An old dilapidated warehouse stood in the middle of a thick grove of trees. It was evident that it hadn't been used for years. IBy humans anywayI. Buffy thought dryly as she headed over to her destination. It actually surprised her that there were trees in the city. She expected it to be the usual futuristic stuff she saw in the sci-fi movies Xander made her watch. A small smile appeared on her face at the thought of her best friend. But it slowly faded when she saw something move near the entrance of the shadow- enclosed depot.
She took out two stakes from her bag and slipped them inside each of her jean pockets just in case. Buffy made her way through a group of wilted bushes and around opened, and vacant wooden crates with the words 'Fragile' painted on them in big red letters.
She came to a stop right in front of the entrance. There was no door of course, just a large square outlet. Pitch-black darkness spilled out into the nearly dim clearing and Buffy readied herself by snatching one of the wooden stakes from her pocket.
Her slayer senses picked up the moment she walked in, which meant that her gut instincts were right. There IwereI vampires in here. When her eyes had fully adjusted to the darkness, Buffy studied area. It was bare save for a few crates similar to the ones outside, stacks of wood, and a wide circular table in the corner topped with empty beer bottles.
A rustle in that direction caught her attention. Two pairs of red eyes gleamed menacingly behind the table. "Jackpot," Buffy murmured and leapt towards them. The vamp sent a clumsy kick to her stomach and missed while the other one got a good hit on her arm. Buffy dropped down to the floor and slid her leg around their feet they fell to the cold ground with a thud. Buffy hit them with her stake and they vanished into a pile of ashes.
"Slayer," a voice hissed behind her. Buffy turned around and was about to hit the intruding vampire when she stopped dead in her tracks as she got the complete view of the vampire's face. This must be some kind of coincidence. Some sick twist of fate.
It was Spike.
A/N: Thank you so much for all of your reviews!!! I love you all!!
Buffy rubbed her eyes and looked down. She saw that she was dressed in jeans, a blue shirt, black boots and a denim jacket. Strangely, she looked just like she was when she was twenty. IWeirdI. A blue backpack was slung around her shoulder. She quickly opened it and checked its contents. There were stakes, holy water, a small crossbow, a couple of crosses, a few clothes, and around fifty dollars. IFifty dollars?I She couldn't live off out of fifty dollars! Buffy sighed. Guess she'll have to find a job then.
Buffy took in her new surroundings. It was far from what she expected. Meaning, it was even more rundown than she expected. Buildings, skyscrapers, and small motels were scattered around, majority of which were covered in graffiti and dirt. Beggars in ragged clothing stood in corners sulking. What was so heart wrenching about them was that many of them were kids. Homeless kids.
Armed cops were crawling everywhere, suspiciously eyeing the civilians. Distrust was in the air and Buffy couldn't blame them as what the Powers had told her, murder and theft was pretty common in the city. And Buffy knew why. The Pulse demolished many of the offices and factories in the city and money would be most likely hard to obtain.
Buffy blinked. If Seattle was the only city that wasn't completely wiped out by the Pulse, what would the other countries look like? When Seattle itself was already in ruins?
The sky was starting to get dark and the sun was slowly setting. The blonde slayer decided that this might be the perfect time to go see if there were any vampire nests around the vicinity since it was obvious that she couldn't go out of the sector without a sector pass. Hitching the backpack higher over her shoulder, she left the crowded street and looked around for any possible places were vampires could be lounging about. She found that very place after a few minutes of walking.
An old dilapidated warehouse stood in the middle of a thick grove of trees. It was evident that it hadn't been used for years. IBy humans anywayI. Buffy thought dryly as she headed over to her destination. It actually surprised her that there were trees in the city. She expected it to be the usual futuristic stuff she saw in the sci-fi movies Xander made her watch. A small smile appeared on her face at the thought of her best friend. But it slowly faded when she saw something move near the entrance of the shadow- enclosed depot.
She took out two stakes from her bag and slipped them inside each of her jean pockets just in case. Buffy made her way through a group of wilted bushes and around opened, and vacant wooden crates with the words 'Fragile' painted on them in big red letters.
She came to a stop right in front of the entrance. There was no door of course, just a large square outlet. Pitch-black darkness spilled out into the nearly dim clearing and Buffy readied herself by snatching one of the wooden stakes from her pocket.
Her slayer senses picked up the moment she walked in, which meant that her gut instincts were right. There IwereI vampires in here. When her eyes had fully adjusted to the darkness, Buffy studied area. It was bare save for a few crates similar to the ones outside, stacks of wood, and a wide circular table in the corner topped with empty beer bottles.
A rustle in that direction caught her attention. Two pairs of red eyes gleamed menacingly behind the table. "Jackpot," Buffy murmured and leapt towards them. The vamp sent a clumsy kick to her stomach and missed while the other one got a good hit on her arm. Buffy dropped down to the floor and slid her leg around their feet they fell to the cold ground with a thud. Buffy hit them with her stake and they vanished into a pile of ashes.
"Slayer," a voice hissed behind her. Buffy turned around and was about to hit the intruding vampire when she stopped dead in her tracks as she got the complete view of the vampire's face. This must be some kind of coincidence. Some sick twist of fate.
It was Spike.
A/N: Thank you so much for all of your reviews!!! I love you all!!