The receptionist crumpled before Buffy, unconscious. Dumb woman thought Buffy. From when we last saw her, there has been some drastic changes.
Buffy's hair was no longer blonde, but a pearly white, and so where her eyes, white. White veins ran like tendrils on the side of her face.
The bank's occupants all lay before her, keeping silent. She smiled, and her voice took on an otherworldly resonance as she spoke. "The money… where?" She asked, her face pulled into a wicked grin.
A man tried running but all Buffy had to do was lift her hand a bolt of white lightning shot electrically out of her hand and hit the man who flew into a wall leaving an imprint of himself behind as he, sleeping, fell to the floor.
"Those of you who wish to detest," she began, "shall suffer the consequences. Now… where's the money?"
Here scary voice diffused throughout the bank. Nobody answered her. Anger flared within, no happiness mitigating her fury. "WHERE'S THE MONEY!" She bellowed. A few people shuddered.
A frail woman rose, shaking with terror. "Miss… miss the money is in the vaults," she pointed to a hallway, "just down that hallway and to the right. All… all the money is in there."
Buffy smiled cruelly. "Thanks Grandma," said Buffy. She then shot a bolt of lightning at the woman who crumpled, knocked out.
She began to head for the hallway, gleeful that she will soon get all that money. "Nothing in the world can stop me now," said Buffy quite loudly to herself.
Suddenly, a blast of dark light hauls her in the back and Buffy falls.
Willow stands, dark veins snaking around her head, her hair black, and her eyes black. Dark phoenix time. She smiles.
"I'd like to test that theory," said dark Willow.