Just another small part, all the chapters will be on the shortish side ( as a way to make i don't freak out and stop writing this story altogether). The next one, which should be up by the end of this week, will be longer. I am kinda winging this so I apologize for continuity errors. Thanks for reading and thank you for the recs and reviews!
After decapitating a demon Buffy stopped for a moment to take stock of how the newborn slayers were doing. They were down but most certainly not out, in fact, if the three vamps that had all been cut in half with a single swing of the scythe were anything to go by, then they were doing alright. Buffy's thoughts took this moment to train wreck. Looking down at her hand she saw the scythe and looking up she saw the scythe AGAIN. It's wielder tearing into the Turok Han with gusto. The dark skin, tattered white rags, dreadlocks, and white face paint were unmistakable.
Before she could complete her step forward, Buffy felt a searing pain in her side, she looked down to see an ever growing blossom of blood on her shirt. Then her world tilted and she fell to the ground.