Resurrected

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the damned bunny hopping on my head.

Summary: An AU set one year after Chosen.

Reviews: Yes, please. Readers Rock but Reviewers RULE!

A/N: Was reading fics online, letting my brain wander so I can work on Silence Is Golden Unless… When this evil little plot bunny started stomping on my head. So I appeased the little beast and after a chat with my incredibly imaginative muse, WayWard Childe to the rest of you, I'm posting this prologue to see if anyone is interested in more. He helped me with the summary. Thanks, Partner!

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The moon was full, an eerie glow highlighting the dips and hollows of the crater where the town of Sunnydale once stood. Only someone who had grown up there would recognize the location of the high school that once concealed the Hell Mouth. It had been exactly one year since the fall of Sunnydale. One year since the ensouled vampire named Spike had given up his existence to save the world. The townspeople had long since left the area. There was no one left. There had been no attempt to rebuild. The state had declared it a disaster area and speculated that there would be more 'earthquakes', therefore it would be a waste of money to attempt any reconstruction. The world had moved on, unaware, possibly uncaring of the ultimate sacrifice that had been made.

A fragment of moonlight glimmered on the site giving it an otherworldly glow. The glimmer became a gleam. The gleam morphed into a luminescent spot of light, growing brighter with each passing second. A figure appeared in the center of the light, kneeling in the brightness with a hand covering sensitive eyes. Black leather pooled around the form, reflecting the light from its worn surface. Cautiously, the man lifted his head. Squinting against the fading light, he looked around.

"Hell."

TBC