A new world.
[ for bigbadsunnyd ]
Buffy found herself alone when she emerged from the dimensional portal that had fixed itself front and center on the stage at Caritas. No bartender, no patrons, nothing. The club was empty. Her eyes flickered over to where a clock hung on the wall, mounted above a doorway that she assumed lead out to the street. It was 3:30 AM. Not long before dawn. She gave a derisive snort as she started down the stairs in front of her, descending from the stage and beginning to weave her way through the scattered tables and chairs with long, purposeful strides. The heels of her boots clicked loudly against the floor with every step. Pausing, she took one last look around before starting up the flight of stairs beneath the clock, pushing her way through the door at the top and finding herself outdoors.
Sunnydale. She frowned. This wasn't her Sunnydale. How dissappointing. She didn't have much time to be sour about it. Her stomach gave a loud growl, demanding her attention. She sneered, but only for a moment. Daylight was getting closer with every second, but even now she could smell blood, thick and young and fresh and hers for the taking. She smiled to herself, a small, subtle smile, before taking off down the street at a light jog, the scent of fresh blood still strong.
So, so hungry.
Buffy found herself alone when she emerged from the dimensional portal that had fixed itself front and center on the stage at Caritas. No bartender, no patrons, nothing. The club was empty. Her eyes flickered over to where a clock hung on the wall, mounted above a doorway that she assumed lead out to the street. It was 3:30 AM. Not long before dawn. She gave a derisive snort as she started down the stairs in front of her, descending from the stage and beginning to weave her way through the scattered tables and chairs with long, purposeful strides. The heels of her boots clicked loudly against the floor with every step. Pausing, she took one last look around before starting up the flight of stairs beneath the clock, pushing her way through the door at the top and finding herself outdoors.
Sunnydale. She frowned. This wasn't her Sunnydale. How dissappointing. She didn't have much time to be sour about it. Her stomach gave a loud growl, demanding her attention. She sneered, but only for a moment. Daylight was getting closer with every second, but even now she could smell blood, thick and young and fresh and hers for the taking. She smiled to herself, a small, subtle smile, before taking off down the street at a light jog, the scent of fresh blood still strong.
So, so hungry.