"I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale." 

The multiverse is composed of an infinite number of 'possible' 
universes. 

"I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale." 

They exist very close to one another. 

"I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale." 

Some of these universes dwell in 'packs' where they are separated 
and distinguished solely by time. 

"I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale." 

Events that have transpired in the universe at the 'lead of the 
pack' will, in time, come to pass in the rest. 

"I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale." 

When someone receives a premonition, they have perceived events from 
another universe in the 'pack' that is ahead of their own. Whether by a few 
minutes, hours, days or years. Or seconds. 

"I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale." 

If one knows how, those events can be altered by the time they 
occur. 

"I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale." 

Creating a sudden deviation by forming a new branch. 

"I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale." 

Anyanka could feel the power of the 'Wish' moving through the 
multiverses. She could sense her other-selves releasing the power to warp 
reality and reform their universe in order to grant it. The 'Wish' was the 
same as it cascaded down through the line of universes like an avalanche. 

"I wish..." 

Suddenly, she felt something else. Astonishment. Bafflement. 
Confusion. 

"...Buffy Summers..." 

The Anyanka's from the time lines that were just a few seconds in 
the future were panicking. Something was wrong. Their alterations were 
coming undone. The new universes, resetting themselves. 

"...had never..." 

What had gone wrong? They had all made similar adjustments to their 
universes. Briefly, she could feel, there had been an alternate world in 
each of these universes where 'Buffy Summer's' had not 'come to Sunnydale'. 
But now those alternate worlds were fading like shadows, as each universe 
returned to how it existed before the 'Wish', except that the Anyanka's on 
each world were now mortal and powerless. 

"...come to..." 

But this Anyanka had not made her alterations yet. And she had no 
intention of losing her powers. This wish apparently would require more 
than just a quick alteration of one event. 

"...Sunnydale." 

Anyanka spun about, her demon visage shocking Cordelia Chase. In a 
microsecond, Anyanka could see what simple alterations needed to be made to 
grant this wish. Ignoring the simple changes, she probed further until she 
had found what she was looking for. A smile crossed her face. 

"DONE!" 

And a new universe was born. 


***** 
End Prologue 



TITLE: Brave New World (1/?) 
AUTHOR: Kimberly Colbary & Chazzman 
E-MAIL: kim_borianiaz@hotmail.com or charles.parise@airliquide.com 
DISCLAIMER: We do not own any of the characters in this story. They all 
belong to Joss and the WB network. Please don't sue. We have nothing anyway. 
Spoilers: The Wish and the movie. 
RATED: Overall, NC-17, this part NC-17 
SUMMERY: B/M/EW, B/S. Alternative "The Wish" universe where Giles did not 
change the world back and Buffy wasn't just killed by the Master. Plus 
Evil-Willow is still around, and Spike is waiting in the wings. 
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask us, please... 
FEEDBACK: Is welcome. This is our first real story so please be kind. If 
you want to criticize, fine but NO FLAMES please. Can't wait to read it. 
WARNING: Contains rape. Anyone bothered by this issue or under the age in 
their area DO NOT READ. 
NOTE: **INDICATES THOUGHTS** / *INDICATES EMPHASIS* 


Brave New World 
Chapter 1 

When the arrow flew towards the Master's heart, only his lightning 
fast reflexes saved him. He grabbed Xander and pulled him in front to block 
the arrow. The Master looked up and saw her. It was the Slayer. The one he 
had heard about. She was strong and beautiful, and while he was filled with 
rage at her attack upon his factory, today of all days, he was also filled 
with a terrible lust and desire to have her. He knew in that second that he 
had to have her. As the fighting broke out, his only goal was to catch her 
and possess her. 

He watched as many of his minions fell to both the Slayer and those 
humans who had escaped. He did not worry though, for he knew that 'He' 
would win this fight. Finally, she seemed to notice him. They fought their 
way towards each other. The Master was for a moment pleased to see the 
pathetic Angelus fall whilst trying to protect her, but then he saw Xander 
fall to the Slayer, and this made him very angry. Finally, the two 
opponents came face to face. Buffy hit the Master and he her. They fought 
back and forth, for quite a while. The rest of the battle was over, what 
few humans who had survived were long gone. The remaining vampires watched 
in awe as the Slayer and the Master fought. No one dared to interfere. 
Then, the Master struck Buffy hard across the face, she stumbled backwards 
over debris and was distracted for a moment. In that moment, he was on her, 
biting her, and draining her just enough for her to loose consciousness. 

The fight, for now, was over. 

The Master was certain that the Slayer, when turned, would make a great 
replacement for the lost Xander. He turned to Willow, who was draining one 
of the White hats. 

"Willow, my dear, bring her to my room. She will awake to a whole 
New World tomorrow, and you will have a sister to share everything with. 
The rest of you, clean this place up." Turning, he headed back to the 
Bronze. Willow soon followed carrying an unconscious Buffy. 

***** 

Buffy awoke, as Willow threw her on the bed. She moaned and opened 
her eyes. The blood loss had left her too weak to fight. The Master sat by 
her head and looked down at her. Buffy attempted to back away, only to find 
Willow sitting on her other side preventing her from moving away. She was 
terrified that they were going to turn her. Death she could handle. It was 
an occupational hazard as far as Slaying went and she had expected it to 
come when the Master had bitten her. But now here she was, still alive. 

"You are a pretty thing," said the Master as he moved some stray 
hairs from her face. Buffy flinched at his touch. The Master and Willow 
laughed at her reaction. **Oh Please God!** Buffy silently prayed. **Don't 
let them turn me. I don't give a damn if they want to torture me. I'm the 
Slayer. I can take anything, but that. Please, Help me!** 

"What's your name, Slayer?" he asked her. 

"Buffy" she answered without really knowing why. 

"And your age child," asks the Master 

"Eighteen," she replied softly, her voice weak. 

The Master rose to his feet, crossed the room, and grabbed several 
pieces of wire from a table. Returning to the bed, he handed the wire to 
Willow. Buffy began to trash about, trying to struggle, to fight, but her 
arms and legs felt like leaden weights. Swiftly, Willow tied Buffy's hands 
and feet with the wire, lashing her body spread-eagle to the bed. 

"No, NO!" She started to yell. "You fuckin' Bastards. Aargh!" she 
cried out as Willow pulled the wire tight enough that it sliced into her 
skin. Buffy glared at the two of them, pulling at the bonds and panting 
from her exertions. "You ugly fucks had better kill me now, because I'm not 
gonna stop until I kill all of you!" 

"Oooooohh! Scary!" Willow said sarcastically as the Master thrust a 
filthy rag into Buffy's mouth and tied it around her head. Willow stood up, 
looked at Buffy and, with a grin, turned to ask the Master, "Are you going 
to have some fun with 'IT' first?" 

"You know me. I like them young," said the Master smiling at 
Willow. "Although, she is almost too old. But the fact that she is a 
Slayer adds such an interesting spice to the moment, don't you think?" 

Willow pouted, "You didn't take me, when I was brought to you. You 
turned me first. And then later I had Xander to play with. But you haven't 
played with me since." 

"A mistake I plan on rectifying soon, My Dear," he said pulling her 
to him and kissing her, deeply. 

"Can I...play with her too?" Willow asked staring devotedly into his 
eyes. 

He looked down at the wide-open eyes of Buffy and said, "How can I 
refuse such a request? Hum? Slayer? You don't mind do you? No? Good." 

Slowly, Buffy began to realize they meant to rape her, and she 
started to feel sick. **They're trying to break me, but I won't give in,** 
she thought. **I'm the Slayer. I'm tough. I can take it. It means 
nothing.** Over and over she began to repeat that in her head. Like a 
mantra, trying to prepare herself for the horror that was about to occur, 
not wanting to show any response to them. However, she was unable to 
prevent a single tear from escaping and sliding down her cheek. Seeing 
this, the Master laughed. 

"Ah your tears make you even more appealing to me," he said as he 
slid onto the bed. He leaned over Buffy and licked the tear off her face. 
She flinched away. 

"You know Buffy, do you mind if I mind if I call you Buffy? I have 
not had a living woman in a quite a while." He looked at Buffy who was 
still struggling against the wires that bound her to the bed, her skin torn 
and bleeding. Willow had moved to lap at the tiny rivulets of blood from 
her wrists. The cold tongue on her flesh made her breakout in goose bumps, 
it was so disgusting and creepy feeling. The Master continued, "Yes, I 
think I would like to start again. With you." 

Willow and the Master began to strip her clothing off of her. 
Feeling her clothing being torn from her body, some of the barriers in her 
mind began to crumble, and Buffy began to cry like she had the day that her 
parents were murdered. She had never cried after that day. Until now. 

Finally, when they had finished stripping her naked, the Master 
looked her over and admired her body as Willow moved to undress him. When 
he was naked, he climbed on top of the Slayer and began to suck on her right 
breast. Willow quickly stripped herself before joining the two on the bed. 
She began to suck on Buffy's left breast, but unlike the Master she began to 
bite, letting her fangs pierce the skin and draw blood. Buffy grunted in 
pain, trying to pull away. 

"Gently, gently at first, My Dear," the Master chided. "It is more 
fun when they are first forced to enjoy it. Her guilt and shame over her 
body's response will sweeten her blood. Be assured there is not much else 
more you can do that will fill her with as much self-loathing as receiving 
pleasure during one's own rape." 

In her mind, Buffy was screaming, **...nononononononono! Oh God, 
help me! Please, oh please, ohplease, ohplease. Nonononoooo. Get away from 
me! No, God, please help me! Stop this. Don't touch me. Don't, please 
don't, don't...** 

The Master moved to position himself to enter her. He was pleasantly 
surprised when he hit a barrier. "Saving yourself for me Slayer," he leered, 
and then he thrust himself into her. 

Taking her innocence. 

Willow leaned next to Buffy's ear as the Master raped her. "How 
does it feel Slayer? Still think your going to kill us? Hmmm? You're 
gonna save the world from us right? Poor little delusional Slayer. Doesn't 
look to good for you. Nope." 


As Willow and the Master continued to defile her, Buffy felt as if 
she was becoming detached from her body. She knew she was not dying, 
although she wish with all her being that she was experiencing a heart 
attack. They would periodically bite into her to take a small drink and 
weaken her further. When the Master had finished with her, Buffy thought it 
was over and they would kill her now. But then Willow climbed on and 
mounted her with a strap-on dildo. With sadistic delight, she continued 
Buffy's rape for what seemed like hours, staring into the Slayer's eyes and 
watching the fire and defiance in them slowly dim and die out. 

When Willow was finished with her, the Master moved again to bite 
into Buffy's neck. This time, however, he drank from her until she was at 
the point of death. He then bit his own wrist and forced the blood down 
Buffy's throat. When she finally passed out, the Master rose from her body 
and looked at Willow. 

"Ah, there's nothing like the power of a Slayer's blood to 
invigorate you. Did you enjoy that, Willow?" he asked. 

Willow smiled and moved to rub her body up against that of the 
Master's, 'Oh yes indeed, Master. Thank you." Then she frowned, "But I 
missed hearing her screams. I like it when they scream. Xander used to 
like it too. I miss him, Master." She sighed and rubbed her face on the 
Master's chest, looking at the ground. 

"I know and I'm sorry. Is there something I can do to make you feel 
better? Humm?" he asked, tilting her face up to look at him 

An evil smile lit up Willow's face as she spoke, "Well, you did say 
something about rectifying a certain situation." Then in a little girl's 
voice she continued, "And I don't like to sleep alone. There's all sorts of 
monsters out there that might like to eat a little girl." 

The Master chuckled as he said, "Yes, and you're one of them." 

"You know me. I like them young," Willow replied with a shrug and a 
smile. 

The Master gave a louder laugh at hearing his own statement from 
earlier given a new twist. 

"Come then, let us retire to your room. I don't wish to disturb 
your new sister as she joins the family." 

Willow frowned at that and then looked speculatively at the body of 
the former Slayer as it lay on the Master's bed. 

"She did seem rather quiet towards the end, there," Willow pondered 
aloud. "I wonder what she was thinking about. I wish I could listen in to 
their final thoughts. That would be just so delicious." 

The Master said nothing as he led Willow from the room. For the 
next night, he was certain that where once there had been an enemy, a new 
and powerful minion would be born. 

This Slayer was his. Now and forever more. 

***** 

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