A/N- This is my second fic ever so I really DO want to know what you think.

It's 18 for violence and horror. Spuffy eventually.

P.S. Reviews are like author brain food. The more we get the more we write.

Enjoy!

Chapter One

'This is just fantastic.’ thought Buffy sarcastically as the demon she was trying to kill picked her up and threw her like a rag doll across the cemetery.

’Sucky day at school, followed by obsessive training on Giles’ part and then a grounding. Brilliant. Just what I need when I’m the Slayer.’

She got up and saw that the demon had apparently vanished.

“Here demony demony demon…” she muttered, pressing herself against the mausoleum she had landed by.

’Where the hell did it go? It’s not as if I can ask someone “hey, did ya happen to see this 7ft tall, 700Ib green demon with scales?”’ She thought idly.

Buffy dared to peek around the corner.

The demon was now embroiled in a fight with someone else.

Someone suspiciously familiar…

“Oh God.” Said Buffy, groaning inwardly.

‘this day just keeps getting worse. Why is that peroxide idiot here?’

She watched carefully from the sidelines, observing Spike’s fighting style as he fought against the demon. After all, why not take advantage of the unfortunate situation that her enemy was in?

As she watched she found herself not really focussing on Spike’s fighting style, but his body.

’ I didn’t wanna admit it before now but he’s actually kinda hot. It’s too bad that he’s evil...’

She was snapped out of her daze when Spike was hurled the same way she was, into the mausoleum. The stone structure smashed to pieces, and Buffy had a feeling that if Spike had been human, the force of the blow would have killed him.

Spike struggled to his feet and smirked at Buffy.

“So pet, are you gonna just stand there or help the Big Bad get rid of another Big Bad?”

With a jolt, Buffy realised that her hiding place was now gone. Putting on an air of confidence she responded to his question.

“Well I *was* but then you went and said that so now - I don’t think so.” She replied, smug that she’d finally gotten the last word in.

The demon, now bored of their banter, roared aggressively. The two blondes looked at each other, making a sort of non-verbal agreement not to kill each other through the duration of the fight.

However, the duration of the fight after that point wasn’t even two minutes, as the demon was even stronger than the tag-team duo of a Slayer and Master vampire.

For every one punch or kick that Buffy or Spike threw, the demon would either block it easily or hit back doubly hard.

Less than a minute into the battle, the tides really turned in the favour of the demon.

The pair were knocked to the ground, dazed. The demon had them right were it needed them.

It picked the pair up by their heads, one in each hand, and smashed their heads together.

The pain was searing and white-hot. Buffy felt as though everything had slowed down, getting slower and darker, until her eyes slipped shut and she was helpless.

~*~*~

The demon, now satisfied that the pair was out cold, placed them on the ground in front of what remained of the mausoleum.

It moved over to a nearby oak tree. Using its finger, the demon traced a line down the trunk of the tree.

The line it had drawn glowed a fluorescent blue and slipped slightly wider until the glowing blue line was a glowing blue gap.

Happy with its work, the demon picked up Spike and threw him into the gap.

Instead of his body hitting the tree, Spike passed through the blue gap and vanished, like he had never even been there.

The demon then picked up Buffy and threw her in too.

She also passed through the blue gap.

The demon growled and placed the palm of its hand against the blue gap.

It flashed and changed to bright green, then darkened so that it looked like moss on the tree. Perfectly disguising the dimensional rift.

~*~*~

“WHAT?! WHADDAYAMEAN THEY JUST VANISHED?!” bellowed The Voice.

The Voice was the main physical representation of the Powers That Be. It wasn’t visible to any kind of vision. The only way to discern that the Voice existed was its, well, voice. It sounded like a man and woman speaking at the same time.

“That’s all I could find out your powerfulness, they just went poof.” Said one of the PTB’s many assistants, Whistler.

“WELL YOU’D BETTER FIND THEM OR WE’LL MAKE SURE ALL OF YOUR FUTURE VISIONS ARE EXCUCIATINGLY PAINFULL!”

It was a rarity that the Voice got angry, but right now, it was livid.

“Yeah yeah, sure, I’ll find ‘em. Always so pushy…” moaned Whistler.

And with that, Whistler clicked his fingers and teleported to the dimension in which Buffy and Spike usually dwelled.

As he zoomed to his destination, he couldn’t help but feel sad that Angel, his first ever case on the ‘Help Me’ list that the PTBs sent to him through painful visions and direct orders, had seemingly lost his lost his love.

’ Aww well, it probably wasn’t gonna work out anyways.’ thought Whistler as he finally arrived to the spot in the cemetery that Buffy and Spike had existed in less than a minute ago.

He began to search the area for clues.

As he moved over to the broken mausoleum, he detected a strange presence.

Whistler stood up without turning around. “So you’re the one that caused this trouble, huh?”

The demon behind him grunted to show that it heard.

“Hmm, figures it’d be one of you guys. Always so obsessed with Slayers being in the wrong place.”

The demon growled angrily.

Seeing that he wasn't going to get any answers out of the demon, Whistler sighed and said, “See ya around then.”

The demon didn’t want to hand over its prizes. Using its finger, it sliced a red line down its green belly. It roared one final time, then collapsed to the ground, dead.

Whistler sighed again.

“Or not.”

He looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting brighter, the sun at least only a half hour from rising.

“Looks like I’ll have to tell the Watcher that she’s vanished from all radar.” He muttered to himself, not even noticing the abnormally mossy tree to his left.

~*~*~

A/N- Well? What do you think? Whether you liked it, disliked it or were indifferent to it, I WANNA KNOW! It takes less than a minute to do it and to be honest, it hurts us authors when 90 people have looked at the story and only 3 have bothered to comment (just look at the current chapter of my other story ‘The New Sid + Nancy’ for proof).

“Ow…” moaned Buffy as she came to.

Her eyes flickered open and she gazed blankly up at the sky.

She lay there like that for a minute or so, admiring the swirl of colours across the sky above her. Then she sat up – a little too quickly for her throbbing head’s liking – and gently touched the side of her skull.

It stung and Buffy tried to remember what had happened what must have been a few hours ago.

Then a rush of images flew past her eyes as she recalled every detail of the previous night’s events.

Demon, Mausoleum, Spike, Fight, Ouchie, Sunrise…. Sunrise!

Buffy’s stomach jolted as she remembered that her mother was expecting her. And that she had been out all night.

“Oh crap. I’m gonna be grounded ‘til after I graduate. From COLLEGE!”

She shakily got to her feet and surveyed the area. The mausoleum had seemingly repaired itself overnight.

‘That’s weird. I’m pretty sure that Spike demolished that last night. Wait. Where is that Billy Idol wannabe anyway? That little weasel! He just left me here! No hold on that’s a good thing, soooo don’t need him asking awkward questions or suddenly deciding to kill me.’

Buffy’s confused thoughts carried on as she walked through Restfield Cemetery, and through the streets of Sunnydale.

The sun began to peek over the horizon when Buffy got to 1630 Revello Drive, 20 minutes after she woke up. She was in the middle of practising an excuse to tell her mother.

“Okay, um… ‘Mom, I got mugged and bludgeoned in the head last night. Can you get me out of French today?’, No that won’t work.”

Buffy walked in through the always-open front door, into the hall and up the stairs. She checked her watch.

The time read 6.55 am, her mother should have woken up about half an hour ago.

“Mom?” asked Buffy opening her mother’s bedroom door.

The room was just as she had left it last night, strange tribal decorations on side tables and shelves.

“Mom? You here?” she asked again, looking around the room.

Buffy walked over to the bed, looking out towards the window.

Her sensitive hearing picked up the soft padding of someone walking in through the open door.

She turned to face the new comer and the sore side of her head exploded with agony again as the force of something smashing into the side of her head caused her to spin onto the bed.

As she lay dazed and blinking heavily, she looked at her attacker.

Spike was standing there, sans game face and holding a baseball bat.

Buffy’s eyes widened with fear and as she blacked out she thought:

“How did he get into my house?”

~+~

-MEANWHILE, BACK IN BUFFY’S REAL HOMEWORLD…-

Whistler stood at the front door of one Rupert Giles.

He tried the doorbell again.

A moment later, the muffled sound of “Yes I’m coming!” in an experated British accent came through the door.

Whistler smiled at that.

The door opened to reveal a tired looking man in his 40s with glasses.

“What do you want?” he asked briskly.

“Well hi to you too Watcher.”

Giles paled slightly and immediately asked, “Where have you taken her?”

“I didn’t take her anywhere buddy. The Powers That Be instructed me to help find a certain Buffy Summers, also known as the Slayer.”

“You are in contact with the Powers? What do you know of her disappearance?”

Whistler held up his hands in mock surrender.

“Hey, hey, slow down. All we know is that she has completely vanished from the radar, and there are very few things that can do that. Door number one says something’s taken her and blocked whatever signals a slayer gives out, and door number two says that she’s in a parallel world. I’m thinkin’ that it’s door number two.”

Giles took of his glasses and began to clean them absent-mindedly.

“Dear Lord.” Was all he said.

“Yeah I know. I already did a scout of the area she was last seen. The demon that took her killed himself rather than reveal it’s little secret.”

Giles looked at Whistler and put his glasses back on.

“A F’laytboi demon?” he asked.

“Yup. Problem is, I think he disguised the portal so we have no idea where we could get access to wherever she is from.”

Giles narrowed his eyes at Whistler.

“I thought the Power’s direct servants could teleport anywhere Mr?”

“Call me Whistler and I can only teleport when I know where I’m going.”

Giles thought for a moment and then pulled open the door for Whistler to come in through.

“I’m sorry. But manners go out of the window when I’m stressed. Please come in Mr Whistler.”

“It’s just ‘Whistler’ Mr Giles.” Said Whistler as he walked through the doorway.

“I apologise, Whistler.” He replied with a sad smile, “And you may call me Rupert.”

“Thanks Rupert. Now let’s take a look at the facts. Buffy tried to fight the F’laytboi demon and was sent to an alternate universe. Now the thing with F’laytboi demons is-“

“That if two people are sent through the portal that it opens then they are in a universe in which the victims are in each other’s places.”

“And if Buffy’s been sent through with someone else then there will be two Buffys and two of whoever-it-was.”

“And there lies the question.” Sighed Giles, their mutual brainstorm finishing their conclusion.

“ Who got sent with her? I think I have an idea. Of who it was because my boss told me to find two people. And those two people happen to be a Slayer and a vampire.”

“Angel?” asked Giles hopefully.

“Nope, he said that they were enemies, I mean the Voice is a great guy stroke girl but y’know, the Big V can be a little vague at times. I just played along that I knew who the hell he was talkin’ about.”

“Do we know the gender of this vampire?” sigh Giles.

“Uh, male. And alive cause it can’t be the Master.”

“That leaves us with one option. The Grandchilde of Angelus, Childe of Drusilla, and youngest of the Master’s bloodline, William the Bloody also known as Spike.”

“Spike? As in peroxide hair, lower class British accent and Billy Idol outfits?”

“Well I don’t know about the outfits but from Buffy’s descriptions of him as being an, and I quote, ‘Billy Idol Wannabe’, then yes. I suppose so.”

Whistler, well, whistled.

“Slayer of Slayers huh? I knew his second Slayer. Nice girl. She lived long enough to have a son.”

“Spike is the one that killed Nikki Wood?” said Giles in shock.

“Yeah. The longest-lived Slayer so far and she died at age 21.”

“Good Lord.”

“You say that a lot doncha?” said Whistler, smirking good-naturedly at the older man.

“How very droll that you noticed.” Came the cold reply.

“Anyways, so whadda we do?” asked Whistler.

“We get the entire research group together, tell Joyce Summers about her daughter’s extra-curricular activities and find Buffy Summers!”

~+~

A/N- Hmm, so the gang back home have the perfect plan to get one Buffy Summers home. So the question on everyone’s mind now is: WHERE IS OUR VERSION OF SPIKE??? Tune in next time to find out!!!!

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