This is a story that just popped in my head. Anyone who's familiar with Xenia may know why I chose it, but for those of you who are not, there was a big tornado there in '74 and when I lived there the sirens went off at least once or twice a year. Why couldn't the weather be caused by a Hellmouth???
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except the plot.
The Sunnydale Hellmouth was no more. The slayers and those that fought alongside them had just barely made it out of the city before it was swallowed by the sinkhole that Spike started. They were exhausted from the battles they had endured over the course of a year. And now it was all over. Or so they thought.
“Buffy?” Willow called from her room in the hotel they were staying at fifty miles from the Sunnydale Sinkhole. Buffy went to Willow, wondering if she had found more slayers during her scrying.
“Yeah?” She asked.
“I found something in Ohio,” Willow said. “It isn’t of the good, and I know we’re all tired form the First and the running from the school and stuff, but I think you should know.”
Buffy sighed. “What did you find, Will?”
“What??? Didn’t we destroy it?” Xander demanded from the door.
“We destroyed the Sunnydale Hellmouth. Of course there are others,” Giles stated from Xander’s side.
“Of course. That would be too easy,” Xander mocked, rolling his eye.
“Where is it?” Buffy asked tiredly.