What do you do when the person you love most is gone?
When you have lost all hope of happiness?
All sense of self?
The Slayer finds herself on
another journey after losing
everything.
She journey's away from the
Hellmouth...
MYSTIC FALLS, VIRGINIA TIME SINCE BUFFY'S DISAPPEARANCE: ONE HOUR
After Buffy had rushed out of the Boarding House, Damon was in a state of panic. The second he had managed to get some blood in his system to garner his strength, he sped right to Alaric's apartment.
Kicking open the door, he rushed inside, his eyes desperately scanning the loft "Buffy?!" He screamed only to find the apartment empty.
No, Buffy.
No, Klaus.
The only other thing in the room was the figure crouched on the floor with a snapped neck.
A figure covered in blood who he very much recognized.
"Stefan!" Damon yelled as he rushed over to his brother who was laying in a pool of blood. Turning his brother over Damon couldn't help but wince.
Stefan had definitely gone off the wagon.
He was covered in blood, it was all over his mouth and neck. Plus, there were over 20 empty blood bags scattered around the floor.
"Stefan?" Damon tried again as he tapped his brother's face trying to wake him up.
Finally, Stefan groaned in pain as his eyes slowly fluttered open, only for panic to instantly fill him "Buffy!" He screamed as he jumped up, his eyes scanning the now-empty apartment "No."
"Stef..." Damon breathed shaking his brother and forcing Stefan to look at him "Where is she?" "Klaus took her."
Damon froze at his words.
No, no, no!
This could not be happening right now!
Glancing back around the room, both brothers froze as they spotted Buffy's bag lying on the floor, as well as her necklace.
Which had clearly been torn from her neck given the broken clasp.
However, that wasn't the thing that horrified them. It was Buffy's sketchbook, which was lying open with a very specific drawing staring back at them.
The Tower.
There was no way that was a coincidence. Mary had been warning them all for months about Klaus's desire to reset what had been broken. Just the idea of that drawing had literally terrified the most powerful witch in the world.
Buffy was gone...and The Prophecy had been set into motion.
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RICHMOND, VIRGINIA: FOUR MONTHS AGO TIME SINCE BUFFY'S DISAPPEARANCE: ONE HOUR
Buffy groaned in annoyance as she followed Klaus out of the car and into the abandoned warehouse.
He had still yet to explain any of the other details regarding this deal they were making and it was beginning to make her seriously cranky.
"Are we finally gonna get to the point?" She pipped up as she moved to walk beside him, the two of them standing by side as Elijah's daggered form was locked into a box and sealed away with the rest of The Original family.
Buffy just stared at Elijah's coffin emotionless. She wasn't even surprised that Klaus had stabbed Elijah in the back, the fact that Elijah had seriously thought it would end any differently just proved that he had too much faith in his brother.
Hopefully, by the next time he got out of the box, he would finally get a serious reality check.
Klaus sucked.
Plain and simple.
Gesturing to the table in the center of the warehouse, Klaus silently gestured for Buffy to take a seat as he moved to take his own.
Buffy groaned, but forced herself to sit, watching intently as Klaus pulled out the vials of purple liquid that Mary had given him barely an hour ago.
This time he didn't stop her as she started examining the labels more closely.
