The Saviors Of The Three Worlds

Beneath The Earth (2)

THE DEMONIC WORLD: SAN FRANSISCO
2 AND A HALF YEARS AGO

Sitting across the table from Wesley in his and Fred's apartment, Buffy frowns as he slides a large file over to her.
Opening it up, instantly the brunette's eyes land on the photo of the ridiculously good-looking man. He was hot she could admit that, with that typical tall dark, and handsome shtick going on.
"Who is he?"
"Chris Markson." Wesley explains before beginning to slide more photos across the table for her to see.
The photos were very old-timey detective style, Wesley had clearly taken stalking to a new level.

Most of the images were of Chris merely walking through the streets, a few were of him in an old uniform which she could only guess was navy. Though the photo that drew Buffy's attention the most was of Chris and another figure seemingly having a loud argument in a dark alleyway.
At the sight of the other figure, Buffy couldn't help but clench her jaw...despite the fact he looked younger here it didn't matter, she would know that face from a million miles away.

Ward.

"He used to work security for Ward before the Slayers were called." Wesley explains as he moves to grab two glasses and a bottle of whiskey off the bar. He could see from the look on Buffy's face that a drink was definitely in order to continue this conversation.
Pouring the liquid into her glass, Wesley slowly passes her the drink before beginning to pour one for himself "Apparently they ended on bad terms. Couldn't find out why."
Running a shaky hand through her short brunette hair Buffy pushes the bangs out of her face before downing her drink in one go. Slamming her glass back down on the table, Wesley doesn't hesitate to begin refilling it while Buffy leans back in her seat trying to process how this Chris character could be useful to her.

If he had worked with Ward, then he knew the methods Ward used.

He might know what Ward was doing to the girls he found before herself and the other Slayers could find them.

If there was a chance that Ward wasn't killing the newly called Slayers and was holding them somewhere then Chris would know.

Picking up the photo of him once more Buffy tilts her head curiously, she needed to learn everything she could about the mysterious Chris Markson and his connection to Ward.



**

THE ENCHANTED FOREST: PRESENT DAY

There had been light all around her, a sense of peace and belonging.
A feeling of warmth.
An understanding that she was done, her mission complete.
Yet in less than a second, at least from Buffy's perspective that light had been stripped away and replaced by darkness.

Slamming her eyes open for the first time in 147 days, Buffy found herself completely surrounded by darkness, the light she had closed her eyes to long gone.
Gasping in air for what felt like the first time in eternity, the newly resurrected Buffy Anne Summers felt terror completely consume her as she took in her new surroundings.

She was in a box, laid flat on her back staring up at the white material covering the top of the wooden coffin she had been buried in.
Yet, Buffy couldn't even process that she was laying in her own coffin at that moment.
Her mind was too fragile, the trauma of being resurrected leaving her beyond traumatized.
Her breathing begins to grow more panicked as she sucks in the limited amount of oxygen inside the small wooden box. Gasping in terror, Buffy begins slamming her hands against the lid of her coffin, desperate to escape.

She was trapped, barely able to move, barely able to breathe.

Trying to call out for help, Buffy lets out a silent scream, her voice too horse to even let out a sound.
Screaming silently in terror Buffy begins slamming more frantically at the walls of the constricting box that was entrapping her six feet underground.