Who: Dawn, Buffy, and Spike. What: Alternate universe, anyone? When: Right after the meet and greet at the Hyperion. Where: The alternate universe. Rating: TBD. Probably not too pretty.
Spike had seen a lot of things. Between living for over a hundred years, making a round trip to hell and back, and fighting alongside Buffy and her mates, it was a little hard to not have seen things that some people would have been shocked by. But then there was this. It looked a lot like hell. But that was probably because it was.
They were standing at the end of a street. Ahead, buildings were on fire, burning into ashes as the flames licked away at their bodies. The streets were littered with abandoned vehicles, trash, and stores that had obviously been terrorized by people...or, as far as Spike could tell, worse. And then there was the sky. The dark didn't surprise him. The swirling clouds of smoke, however, did. What was that all about? Couldn't have all come from the fires, could it?
"Well, fuck me," Spike started, turning his head back toward the group behind him. Or, okay, what was left of it. Buffy and Dawn. That's all there was. He squinted past them, thinking that maybe they'd gotten set back a little ways behind them, but found nothing more than more than scenery similar to the bit that he'd been examining before. Brow furrowing, he glanced over toward Buffy and Dawn and shot them both a questioning sort of look.