Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon & Mutant Enemy Inc.
Bleach is the property of Tite Kubo.
The battle in the Hellmouth raged around Buffy as she lay on the cavern floor, blood gushing from her wound. Light-headed
from the loss of blood the oldest slayer couldn't help but wonder if her final death was approaching. Buffy watched Faith and the
newly called slayers fighting the army of Turok-Han, for every one of the uber-vamps that was dusted another three seemed to
take its place. The dark haired slayer fought ferociously, every swing of the scythe dealing death but it wasn't enough. Seconds
before being overwhelmed she threw the scythe to Rona as she disappeared beneath a pile of Turok-Han.
Barely conscious she watched with dismay as Chao-ahn was seized from behind by a Turok-Han. The vicious beast sinking its
fangs into her neck, tearing into her flesh, killing her. Then a bloody stake fell to the ground right in front of her and Buffy
turned her head in time to see Amanda fall, her face covered in blood, her dead eyes staring sightlessly into her own.
Buffy closed her eyes as the pain become too much, the battle may go on but her part in it was over. Suddenly the sound of
fighting faded around her and she heard her own voice mocking her.
“ Oh, no… ow! Mommy, this mortal wound is all… itchy… ”
As The First crouched down next to her, wearing her own form, the mocking tones were replaced by another voice; a softly
spoken, genteel voice.
“ There may come a time, Buffy-san, when all appears lost, as you gasp for that final breath. In that moment, you have to
decide, do you give up… or do you embrace this death, remember who you are, who you were… and who you can be again. ”
“…You pulled a nice trick. You came pretty close to smacking me down. What more do you want? ”
Buffy glared at The First with a smoldering hatred. The will to fight slowly coming back into her eyes and her face hardened
with a grim determination.
“ I want you… to get out of my face! ” Buffy growled out as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, before collapsing
bonelessly face first onto the cavern floor.
The grin of triumph that began to spread across The First's face as she stared down at the oldest slayer was swiftly replaced with
shock as a black and white clad blur leapt out of the supine body.
“ What! That's not possible. That's not allowed! ” The First screamed with a hint of fear, staring at the Shihakusho clad figure
standing before her.
Buffy grinned as she shrugged, settling the bright white, sleeveless haori on her shoulders. Reaching back for the hilt of the
Zanpakuto strapped to her back, by an ornate rope braid, revealed a sleeveless black kosode and the sleeves of her moss green
shitagi that matched her obi and braid.
“ What can I say, I never was any good at following the rules. ”
The First scrambled backwards at the sound of her blade being drawn her expression of panic distracting her army long enough
for the slayers to regroup and throw them back. Faith exploded out of the pile of uber-vamps quickly dusting them before they
“ Yo B! What's with the new threads? ”
Buffy flashed her sister slayer a quick grin, never taking her eyes from The First.
“ Oh, just a little something I picked up during my last death. ” She grinned, before turning serious. “ Hold the line. ”
Shifting her stance to a guard position the tip of her Zanpakuto pointing back and down she returned her full attention back to
the first. Speaking softly, Buffy initiated shikai.
“ I live in the action of death, the blood cry, the penetrating wound. I am destruction. Absolute… alone… Dance Sineya! ”
Sweeping her blade forward the ordinary looking Katana blurred and shifted to resemble the slayer scythe… but more so. The
blade of the axe head was longer, more vicious looking, with a broad dagger-like blade as a counterweight and the stake at the
butt of the haft had a resemblance to Mr Pointy.
“ You're gonna need more than that little toy to defeat me. Little Shinigami. ”
“ Don't worry, I've got more than just this. ” Buffy replied, her eyes determined.
Then with a gentle whisper.
“ Bankai. ”
After an intensive grilling from the Scoobies and fang gang about the events inside the Hellmouth, Buffy groaned with exhaustion
as she reached her room in the Hyperion all she wanted to do now was sleep for a week… maybe two. A gentle tapping at her
door preceded the swift entrance of her little sister. Buffy quirked an eyebrow in inquiry as Dawn sat beside her on the bed.
“ So… is there a reason your white cloak thing had the number eleven on the back? ”