Welcome everyone to my first Buffy the Vampire Slayer and TrueBlood crossover. I honestly don't know where this idea came to me. It was just something that showed up in my head. I would like to give a thank you to everyone who stepped up and helped me work on this story. I do also want to dedicate it to my friend Kelsey. I hope you enjoy sweetie.

Sunnydale California, Circa 2001

She knows that this is the end of the line. The strongest and oldest of any of the slayers, to date, ever. Her world should have ended a long time ago, but she was lucky. Fortunate to have people around her that seemed to help her change the world. Now was her time. Her time to sacrifice herself and find that peace that she so desperately craved.

Her friends had never understood what it was like for her. They were not thrust into this sacred duty as she was. Expected to go out every night of her life and fight vampires, demons, and other dark forces. It was always her hope that she would be able to return every night. To go back to her bed before her mother had been any wiser. She had died once already, drowned and came back. Even that was not enough to free her from this obligation. It just made her the older Slayer, the 'best' slayer.

So standing up here, watching the world slowly start to slip into chaos, Buffy knew her options. While Dawn might not be her real sister, she was a part of her. Made whole from her very essence and given form. That was enough to feel like the young woman was her baby sister. If dying now meant that Dawn could live, Buffy would do it a thousand times over. Sacrificing herself in the grand scheme of things had accomplished nothing.

It was why she had plunged off the edge of the scaffolding and into the lightning and void. Her blood would seal the portal, and the world would survive. Her world would survive. She had thought.

What she had not expected was that when she took the plunge to hear Willow's voice in the form of a chant. Something was not right. Willow was not exactly the best when it came to magical control, and they all knew that. Most of her life had spent trying to be perfect in every way, and now they all were going to pay the consequences of it.

Before death took her, Buffy heard one final word. Survive.

That was before the darkness had taken over her, and she had awoken to the world she never expected. When you lived your life in darkness, trying to thwart the powers that wanted to make the world hateful and painful, waking up to the sunshine was not what she was used to. Neither was knowing that she was in some form of heaven for a little while.

Up here, Buffy could see her friends and watch them, and she knew that Willow was plotting something. She just did not know what. There was no way she could get down there and say anything either. She was dead. She had sacrificed herself to save the world as was the duty of all the Slayers before and after her. She did not feel finished in her duty as a Slayer.

The Powers That Be, annoying as they were, let her understand that something was coming that was going to change both her world and the worlds around her.

Buffy was not stupid enough to know that her reality was the only one. There were multiple realities all running parallel to each other. Dimensions, worlds. You name it. She was aware of it all, due to her studies with her watcher, Giles and through her knowledge of the world.

It was why she was trying to keep an eye on Willow. If the Wicca didn't be careful, she could rip the very fabric of time apart and create damage that had such a massive lingering effect. Then again, Buffy sort of wanted to see what would happen.

When she had died, she was twenty years old. Had lived much longer than most slayers ever had. They were considered fortunate to make it past their first year, many dying young at sixteen. Instead, she'd been one of the rare few that made it to eighteen and through the Cruciamentum. Now she was dead as one of the oldest and with that came the knowledge of past slayers.

She didn't know how many months she was up here or how many times she had to have someone explain to her that she would not be dead for much longer. It was annoying, honestly.

What she did know was that Willow Rosenburg was meddling in magics that she should not have, and she was using Spike as her test dummy. After all, you can't hurt one of the undead can you? It was a stupid notion. Spike might have questionable morals and loyalties but using him like this was so very wrong.

In a way, Buffy wished that she knew what the witch was up too. Maybe she could have been prepared but she was not. Maybe that was why the pain took her by surprise.

When you fought for your life pain was not something that was a foreign concept but this pain was different. It was as if every tiny fiber of her body was exploding into a thousand tiny pieces. She could not fight the screams that tore through her as she had reawoken in the land of the living from the realm of heaven and forced back into a body. The problem? It was not her body as she had left it, and this was not her world.

This world was something else.

It had taken ten long minutes before her pain subsided enough that she could even open her eyes. Hazel eyes looked around at the surroundings. Where was she? Coughing a moment as air forced its way into her lungs Buffy had tried to get her mind to rights.

Wherever she was, it did not look like the paradise she had been in before. It was a city with high rise buildings and the slightly less than the crisp air of a suburban town. She'd spent plenty of time in Los Angeles to know what a city smelled like, especially the air.

Once her eyes were open, Buffy tried to move but her body did not want to cooperate at the moment. Instead, she laid there breathing in and out and trying to remember what happened. The pain was lingering, but it was more localized now.

Having no idea how long she laid there, Buffy was finally able to move. The first thing she did was make sure that she had something to cover her body. Getting arrested for being naked was not something she wanted to do. Thankfully, she was clothed.

Slowly moving into a seated position, Buffy ran a hand through her hair with a sigh. Where the hell was she? What happened? What did Willow do?

So many more questions ran through her mind. Her first order of business was to assess where she was and then figure out what happened. Magic was odd and could cause ripples with unforeseen consequences. It was the very thing she tried to get the redhead to understand for so long. Magic was dangerous.

Finally able to stand, Buffy looked around at the city. It was not one that she had been in before. She could only assume it was still the year 2000, or that had been the hope until she heard the sound of a television around the corner.

Slowly she had made her way to the storefront, staring at the window as it listed the date. The year was what shocked her. 2009. Was she nine years in the future? Was this even possible? It seemed at first to be a joke, some dream until she saw the actual news feed.

Were vampires public? There were laws and regulations? All of this was confounding her. Where the hell was she? Turning her head to stare at the street she caught sight of one that said, Dallas.

At least she was still in the States. Dallas. 2009. In the world where vampires were public and, the world didn't seem to care. For the most part nevertheless. Buffy was not stupid enough to believe that there would not be haters.

Catching a glance at herself in the reflection of the window, Buffy paused a moment. What the hell was this nonsense? She looked seventeen again. She had been twenty when she had died. Why was she alive again as seventeen? It was crazy as hell.

She looked dirty, and she probably was, covered in dirt and grime and she looked rather horrid. It was something she knew she needed to rectify. Partly due to the knowledge she had of when she ran away from home that first time. When she lived in Los Angeles for those months after killing the man she had loved.

Was this a chance to start over again? Right now, she needed to figure out what she was going to do. Shower and a change of clothes for sure. She could get those at a shelter if they had any. A job would be the first thing that was going to matter. Finding a job would at least help her get on her feet until she could figure out what was going to happen.

Having no idea where anything was in Dallas, Buffy did not know where to go. Instead, all she could do was walk up and down the street and hope that something stuck in her head. Thankfully only about two blocks from where she woke was a temp agency. At least that was what the sign said.

Buffy generally wouldn't have tried something like this, but she was desperate. Right now she needed help, and she got it. The manager took pity on her. It was closing time and would be dark soon enough. Buffy was able to shower and dress in some spare clothes that they had in the business before the woman talked to her about job offers.

If Buffy was willing to take it, they had a job that she could start working on tomorrow. The question would be where she would stay that night. Diana, thankfully, had a guest room she could stay in. There was something about Buffy that drew her in. The blonde was not going to look the kind gesture in the mouth. It was not like the last time.

Buffy had taken the offer but only because she wanted to sleep. That night she would need to go to bed and then when she woke to figure out her next move. It was going to be something she had to figure out. Why was she here, so far in the future, so far different than when she had been alive. Why did she wake up in this time, in this body at this age, with such an odd life with vampires.