Disclaimer: Don't Own, Don't Own.
A/N: I know I said I'd update yesterday, but I couldn't get around to it. Sorry.
Cyndur: I know, I am totally meaning to chanel Joss too. No, Joss would always have taken responsibilities, and Harry and Ron won't tell. As for the scar, I think its just proof you survived the 'Let it be/May it be Destroyed' Avada Kedavra.
Just Me: Her wand? Think Nimbus 2000. Without the awesome tree.
General Mac: -laughing- Is that all you ever say?
By the way, I still have not decided Pairings. Anyone have any ideas? Not Ron/Faith, though, cause I'm already writing that in a different fic wink, wink.
Language notes - Don't try to find what language it is. I made it up. But there are some words from Goa'uld-ish
Anyways, no real things, and this is a quick chappie. I'll update tomorrow, I swear!
Buffy was in a room totally surrounded by white. There were no doors, no windows, no furniture, just endless white, as far as the eye could see.
It looked like something out of 'The Matrix.'
Out of nowhere, a voice sounded. It echoed in the room, giving it a metallic sound.
"Buffy Summers, arc Hermione Granger, arc Aurona Veltas. Helt in faltas veran, juman di inciltor ganoma veron. Septis noma kree yanos veltaurac. Rotac ters nim, nur vaca di anomoro des proter ains, oc vilri ters nim, nur reltaus dan proter ains nur gourn."
It was a language that Buffy did not know, but yet she knew what the words meant.
'Buffy Summers, also Hermione Granger, also Aurona Veltas. You are among us, the higher powers, the beings the one you call the Powers That Be bow to. You should be dead now. You are faced with a choice. You may die, and leave the task of protection to your friends, or live, and continue to protect you friends and your world.'
A being shimmered into existence. It appeared to be a human woman, yet her skin, hair, and eyes were neon orange. She seemed to have a shadow moving before and after her, and as she walked, the two shadows moved slightly after her.
She approached Buffy, and pulled out a knife. The hilt on the knife was shaped like an angel, wings outstretched to create a pommel. She lunged it into the white flooring, lodging it in well. Then she pulled out another knife. This one was dark, and the contrast with the white room was abnormal. The hilt was engraved with figures, all of whom Buffy knew. At the top, were figures from her old life. Harry Potter, Ron Wealsey, along with friends from her elementary school. Then there were figures from her travelling time. Mistress Daina, the woman who had been her friend at Drake's Dimensional Utopia, and of course, Drake Iaorri himself were also engraved. Then were figures from her newest life. Willow, Xander, Dawn, Giles, Anya, Faith, Angel were all engraved. There were even figures going outwards to create an elegant pommel.
"Yetas virtun elent od vilrum, nur yetas virtun nocay od morlrus. Veltauraci" 'The white sword-that-is-short is death, and the black sword-that-is-short is life. Choose.'
Buffy thought. She knew what heaven was, she had been there. She knew the happiness knowing that her friends were okay, and that she was free. She wanted that. She wanted peace.
She began to reach for the white knife, but stopped. It was a lie. The peace in heaven was a lie. I felt that my friends were okay, but they weren't. They told me what it was like. Had I not been pulled out, they would have been dead.
She pondered another long while. Then she made her choice.
She reached for the black knife.
The room was hot. There were no windows. There were many people, all intensely watching the young woman lying on the bed. Most were sleeping, but three were still awake.
All three men were startled when a machine next to the bed started to beep. It beeped louder and faster, until everyone was slowly waking up.
Angel watched the heart-rate monitor, as the rate started to drop. It slowed to half, then to a quarter of norm. And the beeping stopped, and was replaced by a buzzing sound. The monitor displayed a blank line. Almost instantaneously, everyone was standing next to the little bed.
Many people had tears in their eyes, and two were openly crying.
Then, the unexpected happened.
Buffy Summers, who supposedly was dead, given she had no heartbeat, stirred.
Her eyes flew open.
A/N: There. Another chapter. And there will be another tomorrow.
As for the woman walking with shadows, picture the master ghost guy in ghostbusters 2, when he goes for the baby.
Laters, I promise,
-TSL210