A/N- Alas, I still don't own the characters of Buffy & co. they are the property of one Joss Whedon. However, in this chapter, I introduce a couple of new and evil characters, and as RavenclawPride will no doubt notice these are characters that I created and that I am using for a book I'm writing, I just thought they would fit in here rather well.

Finally the first signs of civilisation could be seen on the horizon, Buffy resisted the urge to give a cheer, at last she'd be able to get the people who needed it to a Hospital. It had been almost 2 hours since they'd destroyed the Hell Mouth and Sunnydale with it. It was strange, she was starting all over again with no home, and very little money, but oddly she wasn't worried, she had her friends with her and she was alive, and that defiantly counted for something. She felt a twinge of guilt; as Spike suddenly popped into her head, she hadn't really thought about him much, she'd been trying to avoid it for fear that thinking about him would make it real, but she really couldn't be sad, she knew Spike, and she knew that he died the way he would have wanted it, in a blaze of glory.

"Hey." Said Dawn, bringing Buffy back to reality. "Oh, that looks pretty nasty. Are you sure you're ok?" She asked, looking at her Sister's wound.

"Yeah, I'm fine, what's one shiny new stab wound when I've already died twice?" She asked, making Dawn laugh, in truth it did hurt, but she knew she'd be ok, accelerated healing powers and all that jazz. "I'll be fine once I can get a change of cloth..." She said, stopping herself as she realised. "Oh yeah, I have no other clothes."

"I defiantly fought on the wrong side, next time you guys are all like 'Hey lets go destroy evil' I'm staying out of it." Buffy rolled her eyes and laughed.

"We're entering the city." Shouted Giles from the driver's seat, which grabbed everyone's attention. Buffy struggled to her feet; her stab wound was still stinging. The bus came to a gentle stop.

A roaring fire, golden trinkets scattered around the room, lavish and expensive fabrics hanging from the walls, and a liquor cabinet full of her favourite drinks. This was the very least she had come to expect from a dwelling in her long time wandering the earth. Morsirius simply couldn't live unless she was living in style; it was the least she deserved. She sat on her four poster bed, its golden pillars glistening slightly, her book in one hand, a Vodka and Coke in the other and the most expensive cigarettes she could find smouldering away in the ashtray. She closed the book hard; it was boring her so she threw it to the side and drained what was left of her drink. She suddenly looked around, very alert. The glass at her window shattered as someone threw them self through it. The person stood up, it was a young woman, fairly skinny, with brown hair. She drew out a wooden stake.

"Vampire!" She shouted, making her way forward. The red head stood up, and met the Slayer's first strike by catching her arm.

"Excuse me?" She asked, disgusted. "I'm not just any Vampire." She told the struggling woman as she punched the side of the face sending her flying across the room and into the wall. "I'm Morsirius." The Slayer picked herself up; bleeding from a few cuts she'd got from crashing into a mirror. She made another feeble attempt to attack Morsirius but she was too quick, dodging the punch, grabbing her arm, and bending it behind her back, then she grabbed her neck and twisted until a sickening snap was heard. Morsirius dropped the woman's limp body to the floor. "Mauvais! Get your ass in here!"

There was a click as someone answered the phone.

"Wolfram and Hart, how can I help?" Asked the woman

"Can I sp...wait...Harmony?" Buffy asked, puzzled by the presence of the blonde Vampire at the other end of the phone.

"Yes, who am I speaking to."

"Buffy."

"Oh, god, erm...I can explain the whole trying to kill you thing, I swear."

"Uh huh, well as lovely as it is to speak to you again..." Buffy retorted sarcastically.

"Oh right, you wanna speak to the boss..."

"Is that Buffy?" Buffy heard a voice ask in the distance. "Give me the damn phone Harmony." She heard the phone being snatched away. "Buffy?" Angel asked desperately

"Why have you got Harmony answering the phones? You know she's evil right?"

"I heard that!" An annoying voice cried in the background

"Harmony shut up." Angel told her "Go do some work, it's what I pay you for. It's so good to hear from you, does this mean you don't need that second front?"

"Yup." She told him happily

"And what about the...?

"The amulet worked fine, a little too well actually, but I'm not complaining."

"Are you calling from home?" Buffy's good mood faded a little, she kept being hit with little things that hadn't occurred to her, and it hadn't really sunk in yet that her house was destroyed, the house she'd lived in for all those years, the house her mother had loved so much. "Buffy?" Angel's voice brought her back to reality

"Erm... actually no, Sunnydale sorta got... well lets just say... that nice trinket you gave, well its got more power than either of us realised."

"What happened?"

"Sunnydale got a bit flattened along with the Hell Mouth."

"Oh...do you need money? I have plenty of money, huge law firm and all that..."

"No...well yes, but that isn't why I called. I just called to let you know that we're ok, most of us anyway."

"I'm glad."