Consequences

Summary: Buffy's friends perform the spell to bring her back to life...but there was a side effect. Buffy finds herself crawling out of her grave 80 years after the spell was perform and a very different world around her. SPUFFY!

Chapter 1: Gravedigger

'Today really isn't our day', Xander thought as he traveled the forest with Willow in his arms.

Demons came right in the middle of the Scoobies resurrection spell and now everything that they had planned for 2 months seemed to blow up right in front of their face. For the last two months there was nothing but talk between them about this night and how it would be so wonderful for them to see Buffy alive again, but at the moment Xander forgot all about the spell and feared for his and the girl in his arms life.

Xander couldn't walk anymore. He came to a tree and looked around to see if any demons spotted them and sat down with Willow in his arms.

"Xan…Xander, where…where?" Willow finally opened her eyes and looked around.

"Shh!" Xander shushed Willow, "We're using our quiet voice, Will."

"Where…where's Tara?" Willow whispered.

"Off running." Xander panted, "Like we should be. We need to keep moving."

"Oh...right" Willow finally remembered about all the chaos around her, "Demons…on bikes."

"That's right, we got trouble. Right here in Hellmouth City. And our very own robo-Buffy led them right to us." Xander said.

Willow's eyes grew, "Buffy! The ritual…we have to go back!" Willow started to get up but Xander pushed her slightly back down.

"Will. I told you." Xander tried to reason with his stubborn witch friend.

"We have to try again." She said in her most determining voice.

"No, we can't." Xander said.

"We have to, Xander! I - she - she's waiting! She's counting on us, on, on me! I can't leave her there any more, I won't. We have to finish." Willow said and shook her head; she didn't want anyone to stop her.

" Shh!" Xander hushed her again.

In the distance bikes were roaring loud and the sound of laughter could be heard. Xander began to speak again just as the bike sounds died down.

"Will...the urn of cirrhosis..." Xander began.

"Osiris?" Willow asked.

"Yeah. It got kind of..." Xander trailed off not wanting to break his friend's heart.

"Broken. It's broken. I remember." Willow said with the saddest tone in her voice. She knew what outcome this meant.

"So we'll find another one. Better made. Anya and I will jump back on the web-", Xander gave Willow some hope.

"There is not other one." Willow stated and closed her eyes. Something deep down inside of her started to hurt; it was a familiar pain that she hasn't felt since Buffy's funeral.

"Okay, we'll fix this one… a little tape, a dab of Crazy Glue…." Xander said.

"No. It's no use." Willow's eyes started to get teary, "The urn's defiled. It's gone. Nothing, it was all for nothing. Buffy's gone. She's really gone." Willow started breathing heavily and letting tears come down.

Xander pulled his friend into his chest and hugged her. 'She's really gone.' Willow's voice echoed in Xander's head.

SUNNYDALE 2082

The cemetery was dead quiet that November night. The graves looked untended and the grass was high. The area is a disaster, and in the distance a sound of a woman screaming and smashing windows could be heard.

The streets of Sunnydale were littered with trash and barrels with fire were blazing on almost every street. Each house looked deserted and torn apart; bullet holes covered front doors and furniture was thrown onto front lawns.

The main store shops had no customers and some of the buildings were barely standing. Cars parked on the street were flipped over and rusted. The building that was once The Magic Box didn't look like a building anymore. The letters 'G' and 'I' from the shop sign were missing and all that was left was 'The Ma c Box'.

A group of demons walked into the main street and they acted as if they were the boss of the town; kings of Sunnydale. They're laughter was loud, making sure clear that anyone in a mile radius heard them.

Back in the quiet graveyard a small sound was heard under the ground. Then there was a moment of silence and then all of sudden the sound started again, but this time it was louder. In a few minutes the sound came to the surface of the ground and the sound of someone gasping was heard. The gravedigger crawled away from the hole she created in the ground and looked around in fear. Her hair, her clothes, and her body were dirty. She sat up and started to stand and look around and noticed her surroundings. She turned around and came in contact with her own grave, 'Buffy Summers'.