The study room was bustling with the usual chatter. Jeff slouched in his chair, idly scrolling through his phone, while Troy and Abed whispered excitedly about some elaborate scheme involving cardboard boxes and the ventilation ducts. Shirley arranged her notebooks …
Buffy moved through the cemetery with purposeful strides, though her thoughts were anything but focused. The amulet, pressed against her thigh, seemed alive—its warmth pulsing faintly, tugging at emotions she didn’t want to name. She needed space to breathe, to …
The chamber throbbed with a dark, rhythmic pulse, as though the air itself carried a heartbeat. Shadows coiled and slithered across the jagged walls, dancing in time with the flickering light of molten veins that snaked through the floor. The …
The library was its usual oasis of calm, sunlight filtering through the high windows and casting a warm glow across the shelves. The Scoobies were gathered in their usual spots: Willow with her nose in an ancient tome, Xander balancing …
Golden morning light crept softly through Buffy’s window, casting a warm glow across her bed. Outside, Sunnydale went through its usual morning routine—birds singing, cars rumbling by, and the neighbor’s lawn mower already revving. But Buffy’s attention was somewhere else.…
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
The Dark Bargain – Season 3 – January 26, 1999
Fog wound through the cemetery like ghostly fingers, clinging low to the ground and weaving around gravestones in heavy, pale tendrils. Buffy Summers navigated the labyrinthine …