Hey folks, sorry for the really really long break. I really had no excuse but my inspiration and ideas for this fanfic was gone when I lost the whole chapter that I wrote (besides, I don't want to rush into things). I figured a break would do good in order to refresh my brains with fresh ideas and also hopefully a better storyline. Here's a treat for you guys out there, hope you'll like it, before I (finally) move on with the next chapter.

Intermission

Buffy struggled. She was fighting eight tough demon chics at one go. Life is so unfair. It is. It really is. Oh well, if she really was going down, she was more than ready to go down in style, with heels. Shoot! Buffy sprained her ankle and she's off balance to one side, this means…she's really going down. With a broken heel. Buffy suffered from a blow from behind. She felt the hard object of some chic's fist. She also felt something thick oozing down her neck, which kind of tickles… Buffy laughed. She knew, this is some disrespectful thing to do, fighting or not. Buffy fell to her side as she received a final familiar blow to her stomach.

Spike was kissing a lady demon who had two curl in horns on each side of her head when he turned to look at his minions. "Well, is she well taken care off?" Spike asked, standing, with both hands on his heaps. "It's better than that." One of his lady demon replied. "That's ma' girl… that'd wipe her smirk right off her face." He went around his desk and puts his arm around the leaders' waist.

Buffy better think of a plan, she was hanging by the vine rope and she was not so sure if her hands could take it any longer, it was sweaty and hot. Deprived from water, she also think that she could burn the vine rope with both hands.

Angel and Spike walks through the metal doors which had censors on it, it was like a military lab, where doors are heavy in materials, nuts, bolts, metal … you name it. A Korean doctor in his coat bow in greeting. Angel did the same, followed by Spike who was a little more than impatient. He bowed. Angel and Spike had their coats made in black, but of course, tags were pretty much the same. Nothing fancy. Except Angel's identify him as Lawrence and Spike as John Doe. The Korean doctor seemed to know what they were looking for. He pulled out a silver drawer where she lay asleep. As though it was warm in the refrigerator… Buffy looked as if it was summer. Angel and Spike, tilted their heads to get a clearer view. Buffy's mother toe had a tag on it, something that neither Angel or Spike could see but now that they saw her for themselves, they confirmed that the Slayer, the BIG "The One" is gone. Spike looks up and turned to the Korean doctor and asked, "Where is it?" Angel looked up from Buffy, this was their main goal. The Korean doctor nods, he took an urn from the many others in the cabinet on the wall, it was dark brown and had a strip of crafted art (showing the life and destiny of the person in the urn) in a lighter shade of brown. The doctor opens it, immediately shows a pop-up image of Buffy, see-through blues and greens but turned back into its' original color despite being see-through-able. She had tubes running from her nose and other tubes inserted into her mouth, mechanically. She lay unconscious, Angel and Spike took a step closer to the image, a step further from her body.

Spike inspected the ripped holes in her clothes. Angel inspected her body injuries, nothing too severe but he could see why she could have drained off blood, so many stitches, it was as though she was a doll. She was far from civilization, she could have easily been in the wild. The drawer behind Angel and Spike closed with a bang, making Angel and Spike turn around as Dr Park had it closed automatically. They were cut off from their analysis of her condition. They discussed further when Dr Park announced that they were closing off the area from visitors. Angel and Spike who had phone earlier to book the spirit of Buffy's so that they could take her home, safely from demons who wants to make certain of her death – eternity. As though it was projected, Buffy's spirit safely switched into a blue-green ball. The spirit was waiting to be put into an urn. Angel and Spike could see that it was going up and down in small measurements in the air. Dr Park opens a glass urn, where her spirit swiftly goes into it. As he closes the urn, it outlined a little glow in the shade of lime green. It's still going up and down in small measurements when it turned completely blue with a sudden flame of ice blue outlining it. It's Buffy's spirit, all right.

A strong wind blew (there shouldn't be any), as the gap between the close lid and the mouth of the previous urn shone a bright yellow light before it shattered on its' own as it stand on a metal table beside the cabinet where her spirit was placed in. That means that her destiny changed.

Buffy struggled still clinging onto the vine rope, she looked down… her hands slipped when a masculine hand grabbed hers.

Her eyeballs behind her eyelids were moving as her left hand made a firm grip (gripping an invisable hand) in the refrigerator.