“I thought he was Death.” Ryan looked back up. “But you can’t kill Death.”
“Nah. Death is this cool Goth chick with an ankh. Or sometimes a bunch of idiot samurai in black, depends which part of the universe you’re in….” She shook her head, trying to get everything to settle once and for all.
“So what’s your name?” Ryan asked.
Whoever I was, however this happened, Sanzo-memories murmured, this is a new life now. Don’t forget the past, but pick up its lessons, and move on to the next incarnation.
Meaning this incarnation. Here. Now. “I’m Buffy,” she nodded, “the Vampire Slayer.”
“Vampires are real, too?” One of the little girls dared.
“Oh yeah,” Buffy nodded, staggering a little as she helped Ryan round the little survivors up. “And if our fearless leader here can show us the way out, I’m a little turned around, I’ll tell you all about them. Survival tip number one: Never, ever invite anyone in after dark….”
Wiping off her hands on her hospital robe as they walked, she made a note to scrub to the elbows next chance she got. She’d had allergic reactions to demonic goo once or twice before, and it was never, ever pretty.
Hives and fever. Oh yeah, tonight – this morning – is not going to be fun.
…And why, just for a moment, could she have sworn she heard a celestial Oops?
A/N: Buffy is referencing Death of the Endless, and the Bleach shinigami. Because somewhere in the wide multiverse, they exist! 😉