"Oh, my. Look what you've done to your precious little world," Buffy's voice said snidely, the unreal arms of a non-physical being crossed just so, to convey her dark amusement and disdain.
The real Buffy only stared at the chasm before her, a deep pit of fire and screams. Vampires flowed out the top like molten lava, their pasty white faces harshly illuminated in the firelight. She had thought she'd known horror before, but she was wrong. This was truly the end of her world.
"I've seen that look so many times," said the First in Buffy's body, clucking like a fifties' housewife. "It's the look of someone who realises just how much they've lost. How much they still stand to lose. And just how thin the line is between that." The First turned to face Buffy, forcing her gaze on her, until Buffy turned numbly towards her. It was like staring at her reflection; she had a sudden flash of Xander, two years ago, split into two people. Or Willow staring at her vampire self from another universe. Their world seemed content to provide them with doubles, only this one wasn't true: the First was like a reflection in a carnival mirror, distorted and blurred with black, black eyes.
"Buffy," the First said with affected gentleness. "This is the sound of the end of your days. You are the last of your kind. You are the Chosen One, the one girl in all the world, and all the present and the future, to fight the forces of darkness. To fight," she paused, for something annoyingly reminiscent of dramatic effect, "me. I *am* the darkness. I am the evil. I was the First, and I will be the Last, and you--"
"Oh, god, would you please shut up?" Buffy snapped. "I hear this all the motherfucking time from your underlings, and I'm trying to have a moment here before I shoot myself in the head. So I'd appreciate some goddamn space."
The First smiled, and looked down at her perfectly unscuffed Prada boots, the ones Buffy always wanted and could never afford. "Of course." She turned as if she was going to walk away instead of blink out of existence. "But let me just express to you one thing: this is hardly over. I've got the rest of the world to see to, not just this little popsicle stand I've been chained to for too long. You'll see me again."
"Unfortunately," Buffy whispered as the First disappeared. She stepped back and slipped on a rock; she stumbled for purchase and fell, whuffing softly as the air left her lungs. She could cry, but it wouldn't do any good. She could go to LA, but the First would only follow her there.
Everyone was gone. She was the only one left. There was only one thing for her to do.
Run.
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