Disclaimer – Again I own absolutely nothing at all. Not even a house.

A/N: his is my first attempt at writing and I'd kinda like to know if it sucks. Please review and let me know what you think. Don't make me beg anymore…..

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She gasped in air no longer needed, opened her eyes she looked around this place she found herself in, the spacious feel, the cool air. She was back she was sure of it. And this time she felt secure in the knowledge that she was here to stay. Her friends wouldn't bring her back to life again,

"They know better now"

She felt happier and calmer here than she had felt in years

"Slayer"

She ignored the loud deep booming voice. She felt so much better here, much more at peace.

"SLAYER"

"What?" she snapped the irritation evident in her voice

"Slayer, you have been here twice before. However, both times you left the earth in the hands of capable protectors. This time you have left behind none who are either in a position or capable of taking your place protecting the earth."

"But what about…"

"SILENCE, your death came a split second too early for you to see… wait we have company arriving, Step Forward,"

She wasn't sure what to think or feel when Willow, then Xander, then Giles stepped, blinking, into the light and came to stand beside her.

"h-h-how did y..?" she realised then that they were just as dead as she herself was.

"Buffy I-I You're alive!? I-I'm alive?" willow looked down at herself, her clothes had changed. She was now wearing a long white gown. There was no blood, no wound.

"No witch, though it saddens me to say, none of you are alive now. You lost the final battle" the voice was now gentler quieter, as though it had true regret at its words. "You four died, and now countless others will as you have left the world unprotected"

"Wait a minute Pal- that's not all our fault, we fought for you guys, you never gave us a break, you left the odds stacked against us"

"Quiet BOY! You know not of what you speak" The voice snapped, agitated.

"Uh Yes Xander it would be astute to keep quiet for the moment – since we have no idea where we are or what is about to happen." Giles pushed his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose.

"Well said, Watcher."

"I know" Buffy's voice was quiet and small, so low it was almost lost, unheard.

"What was that Buffy?" Giles' voice was questioning, curious.

"I said I know, - where we are, who that is and what happens next. I've been here before remember?"

"Yes" Giles voice was solemn and quiet.

"Limbo – the in-between, i-is where we are. And that guy is the keeper. I don't know a better name for him; he's the keeper of the doors. He's supposed to answer any of our questions, and help us move on." Buffy's voice was becoming more confident, more sure of herself and her words. "We're supposed to accept our deaths and move on. To Heaven" she finished with a smile.

"Actually Slayer, That's not quite true, not this time anyway."

"O-oh, why?" Buffy's voice was again reduced to that of a mouse.

"Because – thanks to the death's of the worlds only true protectors, the end of days will come to pass upon the world, will happen very shortly in fact." The keeper explained. "I am here to show you – and to offer each of you individually, a choice. Each of you must watch your own vision of the events following your death, and then must make a choice alone. You will be guided in your choices and visions by a different guide each."

"But what is the choice?" Buffy demanded.

"You shall be sent to your guides now." The keeper continued ignoring Buffy's question. With the end of his speech everything flashed a brilliant white and then went pitch black.