Warning: I do not own the rights to the television show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its spin-off series Angel, its dark horse comics continuation series, or any of the characters created by Joss Whedon and others in the Buffyverse.
15 years +, Mild to Strong Violence, Sexual References.
F/F, F/M, M/M, Other +

"Here is the thing I do not get if this is the shadow demon's game then why are you here, no offense but are you not meant to be dead?" Dawn quizzed her nephew Tristan, as she, Tristan and Willow walked up towards the Blood Factory in Sunnydale.
"I am not quite sure where I stand on the whole being dead thing anymore, some former flame of my biological father's decided to change my living status without me knowing and before I could even get back to the living I've found myself in the world of yesterday." Tristan replied to his aunt.
"The point is your back, are still good and are not behind this…right?" Willow asked the male slayer, as she, Tristan and Dawn stopped outside the front doors of the Blood Factory.
"No, I am not behind the sudden return of Sunnydale if I was going to bring something back it would be something cool like Atlantis, something I'd love to discover the secrets of not some boring ass small town." Tristan told the redheaded witch, once again trying to make both Willow and Dawn believe his innocence.
"Oh now if we were all on the island of Atlantis I would totally accept the blame for that, being something of a study enthusiast I would love to get to the bottom of that mystery and learn everything there is to learn about Atlantis." Willow responded with a little too much excitement.
"There is something rather thrilling about making the unknown known which I guess is one of the reasons I wound up being a slayer." Tristan admitted to his mother's best friend.
"Hey, me too! Well except I am a witch and not a slayer…I love slaying to Buffy." Willow replied, happy to have something in common with her best friend's son.
"I guess now is the time we get to the patrolling not that much ever happened here anyway." Dawn chimed in, clearly not believing they would find anything here.
"Are you kidding me?" Willow scoffed at Dawn. "Spike once had me and Xander held hostage here, then Cordy wound up being impaled not to mention the whole Oz and Cordy catching me and Xander…actually never mind about that part."
"Cordelia that's the name of the higher being who has the hots for Angel or had the hots for Angel, can higher being's even have hots for beings that are not higher?" Tristan mumbled, as he realized Cordelia had more history with the group than he first realized.
"Okay, so now this place has gone from a boring abandoned old blood factory to the place where my child's father cheated on his partner with a woman who does not even like men." Dawn complained, not happy with Willow's little trip down memory lane. "Oz was nice though I liked him, weird to think he's settled down with a child of his own now."
"Yeah…I mean other than the fact Cordelia's dead and Giles still being Giles, Buffy and I are the only ones from the old days that has not settled down with a family." Willow realized, not sure whether that a family was even something she wanted.
"Well Buffy has her slightly unhinged son who should technically only be a few years old." Dawn told the witch, attempting and failing to reassure her.
"I would be totally offended by that description if it was not totally and utterly accurate!" Tristan replied to Dawn.

It had been a long time since Willow Rosenberg had thought about Sunnydale, often finding it too painful to reminisce about all the things she had lost before she lost Sunnydale itself and of course the greatest pain came from the death of her true love Tara Maclay at the hands of the wicked Warren but now she was back there and at the Blood Factory nonetheless, a place which brought back different kinds of memories.
Willow was left shell shocked after walking through the front doors of the Blood Factory with Tristan and Dawn by her side, only to find her former bewitching friend turned enemy Amy Madison sitting in the middle of the floor within a pentagram chanting in a long forgotten language.
"Well if it is not the big bad Willow," Amy greeted her with a wicked smirk, temporally stopping her chanting. "Now let us see who the wickedest witch of them is really."
"Seriously, Amy are you still envious of my surpassing you in every way?" Willow asked her fellow witch, as four vampires; three male and one female, began walking into the factory from different entrances and different directions. "You need to get over the fact that as a witch you are as much of a failure as you were in high school."
"I personally think you should turn her back into a rat!" Dawn suggested to Willow as Amy began chanting once more.
"I second that," Tristan agreed with his aunt before teasing her. "You just stand there and try not to get killed while I slay these vamps."
"Yeah to hell with that one," Dawn snapped back at him, as she pulled out two wooden stakes from her jacket and handed one to Tristan. "As a feminist I choose the woman, you can play with the boys!"
Tristan wasted no time in agreeing or disagreeing with Dawn as he charged towards the three male vampires ready for a fight with Dawn quickly following suit by charging towards the one female vampire.
"I guess this means it is just you and me again." Willow said to Amy as she walked towards her. "I'm all for rehabilitation but I think with you it is going to work better in rat form then no more casting until you learn to be less Pinky and the brain and more Mickey Mouse."
As Willow began chanting away in a dead language casting a spell to counter whatever Amy was doing, Tristan quickly staked his first vampire and watched it quickly turn to dust before going one on two with the other two vampires, getting in as many hits as they were delivering on him.
Meanwhile Dawn charged towards her vampire without hesitation and with a little luck and experience she managed to stake the female vamp before the vampire had a chance to even react or counter Dawn's attack.
"Girl power all the way!" Dawn said with pride as she watched her enemy turn to dust.
Willow continued to chant as Tristan managed to stake his second vampire which began turning to dust as he started fighting with his third and finale vampire but before he could deliver another attack on him he turned to dust before his eyes, quickly finding Dawn stood where the vampire once stood looking smug with herself.
"Yeah, well, I totally softened him up for you!" Tristan told her in a childlike manner.
"I guess that makes the kill count two all," Dawn replied with a sinister smirk. "Not too bad for a non-slayer or maybe bad for an actual slayer…you decide!"
"No!" Amy screamed, demanding Tristan and Dawn's attention immediately as they looked over to see Willow now standing above Amy within the pentagram.
Before Amy could cast another spell or say another world she was met by Willow's right fist as Willow punched her across the face with force causing Amy to completely fall to the ground as Tristan and Dawn watched on with awe.
"I wonder what the spell was for anyways." Tristan said to Dawn as they watched Willow beginning to chant away once more.
"Who knows? Whatever it was it would not have been much Amy was never much of a witch to be honest…or maybe every witch seems abysmal in comparison to our Willow." Dawn responded to her nephew as both her and Tristan watched as Amy transformed into a rat.

Elsewhere in Sunnydale, within a cemetery not too far away from the Blood Factory, Spike had just finished off the last zombified corpse as Buffy delivered her finale move on The Master, staking him with Mr. Pointy and watching him turn to nothing more but dust and bones.
"How come his bones remain?" Spike asked as he walked over to Buffy, to examine The Master's bones. "I have never seen that with a vamp before."
"You know I never got that too I once thought it was his age but Kakistos was so old he had pig like hands and when Faith dusted his ass he was just dust like all the rest." Buffy replied to peroxide blonde-haired vampire. "Must be something special about him maybe something to do with being turned by a descendant of the demon lord Archaeus but then again you and Angel are from that same bloodline and you were both nothing more than dust when use died."
"I am sure there is some sort of explanation somewhere no doubt Giles would know." Spike suggested before looking around the cemetery, realizing the mystical energy ball was gone. "Hey, when did that magic ball disappear?"
"No idea…speaking of Giles we should probably head back to the Magic Box." Buffy responded, before realizing it had been a while since she had said something along those lines, another hit of nostalgia from this nostalgic driven other worldly dimension.