A/N: Some context taken from ‘Halloween’ BtVS 2x06




Fang Feast.


Chapter One.


“I can’t believe that Halloween is already a few days away.” Willow said as she, Buffy and Xander walked down the hallways of Sunnydale High School. “Last week it was like, ‘Oh! Halloween is coming’ and now it’s like, ‘Halloween!’” she said excitingly.

“Yes, that favorite time of year where you go door to door, getting free candy, then finishing it that night and getting a tummy ache.” Xander said. “I wonder if Mrs. Grundstrum is going to be handing out toothbrushes again.” He wondered.

“It’s so exciting! Seeing all those little girls dressed up as princesses, and boys in their power ranger uniforms.” She said in an awe tone of voice.

“Speaking of uniforms,” Buffy interjected. “What are you guys thinking about this year?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.” Xander admitted. “But I saw that new store called Ethan’s that looks pretty good. Want to check it out after school?” He asked.

“Sure!” Willow said.

Buffy nodded, and then they set off to their next classes, agreeing to meet at the library before heading out.

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Buffy was scanning the racks of costumes for the right one, but not coming up with any. Her friends were off in other parts of the store looking for their costumes, probably having better luck than what she was. She was on a tight budget, so she couldn’t go all out. When she had first walked into the store, her eyes had immediately gone to the pink Victorian dress on the manikin in the corner of the store.

She had thought of getting something that would make her look like a girl from Angel’s past, but the minute she looked at the price tag, she immediately went looking somewhere else. Even if it was on sale, she wouldn’t be able to afford it. She sighed. She had no idea what she wanted.

The more racks she looked at, and the more time it took, the more depressed Buffy became. She had seen how her friends had went off into the store to search, and she had just stood at the door, not knowing where to start. So she had just picked a rack against the back wall to start. Once she had gone through every costume, she went to the next one, then the next one. Still nothing. Nothing jumped out at her and screamed ‘THIS ONE’. Most of the good ones had already been taken, leaving the absolutely ridiculous ones left.

It wasn’t long before Willow and Xander came up with their costumes in their hands.

“Find anything yet Buffy?” Xander asked. He had seen how Buffy had gone through rack after rack, not seeming to find the right one. He had seen the look she had when she saw the 18th century dress, but the minute she saw the tag, she sighed and walked away. When she wasn’t looking, he went to look at the price and gave a hysterical little laugh. The money to buy the dress could be used to pay for at least ten new Hawaiian shirts.

She sighed and looked down at the bag in Xander’s hand. “What did you get?” Maybe their costumes would help her chose hers. Yeah, right.

Xander smiled and pulls out a toy riffle. “I got fatigues from an Army surplus at home. Call me the Two-Dollar Costume King, baby!” He exclaimed, smiling at Willow. She smiled back.

“What about you Willow?” Buffy asks.

She shows them her ghost costume. Her friends give her ‘you’ve got to be kidding’ look. “What? It’s Halloween. Nothing shows the spirit of creepiness than a scary ghost.” She tried to argue.

“Yeah, it’s a time when you dress up like someone that’s not you. Casper isn’t going to work this year, Wills.” Buffy said. She grabs the ghost costume, hands it to Xander who puts it on a rack behind him.

“Hey!” Willow exclaims.

Buffy turns to the rack that she was looking at and starts looking. It wasn’t long before she found a witch outfit. She turns around and shows it to them. The picture shows that the dress came to the knee and the skirt was strips of black and green sparkly material. The top was close to a corset with a square neck line lined with a green trim. The sleeves were see-through and stopped at the elbow before fanning out like a medieval dress sleeves. But there was no hat.

“That’s more like it.” Xander agreed as he looked at it. It was for sure different than the lame sheet Willow had chosen for the last two years.

“No. It gives witches a bad name. Not all witches are bad you know.” Willow tried to argue, eying the outfit up and down.

“Okay, how about this.” Buffy said. “You buy this and the ghost uniform. Park of the night, you’re the ghost, the rest, you’re the witch. Just wear the witch costume underneath the sheet.” Buffy tried.

“But… but…”She looked at the faces of her friends. She huffed. “Fine.” She took the two costumes and slung them over her arm. “What have you decided?” she asked Buffy, changing the subject.

Buffy suddenly became depressed again. “I don’t know. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

Willow saw her opportunity. Since Buffy was making her wear the insulting garment, then she would chose something just like it for Buffy. And she had an idea already in her mind. “How about we,” she gestured between her and Xander, “pick out your costume since you picked out mine?” Now all she had to do was find it.

Buffy shrugged. “Sure, go ahead.” What else did she have to lose right?

They told her to wait there as they went to hunt for a costume. It wasn’t long before Willow called Xander over to look at something in a glass case near the cash register. The owner of the store walked over and started to talk to them. Willow pointed to something in the case and the owner said something else before getting the item out of the case. He set it in front of them and Xander started to argue with Willow.

Now Buffy was curious. What were they looking at?

Her two friends went back and forth in their little argument before Xander gave in. They waved their friend over and she walked over. “Have an open mind, Buffy.” Willow said.

At first Buffy didn’t know what she was looking out till she got a closer look. There in a black box was what her friends wanted to buy. “No.” She said strongly. “No way. There is no way you’re getting me to-“

“Think of it Buffy, it’s like an insult to all of them if you did this!” Willow started to argue. “Besides, if I’m going to wear this…” she indicated the witch costume. “Then you can stand these.”

“No. This would cause them to want to kill me even more than they already do.” Though she did like the idea that they were forming in her head. Oh, how a certain one would react… but then, there was the bad reaction of another.

“That’s what I said.” Xander said. “But then, I do agree it would be funny to see.” He leaned in closer. “A Slayer, dressed up as a-“

“No!” Buffy practically yelled. People around them stared at them.

“I let you talk me into the witch outfit. You are going to get these, whether you like it or not.” Willow said stubbornly. She made a face. “You see this?” She pointed to her face. “This is the resolve face.”

Buffy groaned. Now there was no way that she was going to be able to get out of this one. She took one last look at the box before groaning in defeat. Willow squealed in victory. Buffy glared at her friend. “I get to do you’re make up.” Her friend’s victory face fell into a look of horror. “I might even add a mole.”

With that, she snatched up the box and marched over to the registered and paid for her purchase. This was sure to be an interesting Halloween.

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Later That Night

In a warehouse at the edge of town, Spike and a few minions were watching a video that a minion had taped of the Slayer fighting. Spike watched intently as he studied her moves for the third time. “Here it comes.” He said. “Rewind it. Let’s see that again.” The minion at the counsel did as he was instructed.

As the vampire rewinds the tape, Spike goes to another monitor. He chuckles. “She’s tricky. Baby likes to play.”

The scene where the Slayer stakes the vampire with the sign replays. Spike points to the screen. “You see that? The way she stakes him with the sign?” he asks rhetorically. “That’s called resourceful. Rewind it again.” He ordered.

As the vampire complied, Drusilla walked into the room from a door behind them. In her arms, she is holding her little china doll, Miss Edith. “Miss Edith needs her tea.” She said.

Spike looks up at his sire. “C’mere, poodle.” He held his hand out to her.

Dru complies. “Do you love my insides? The parts you can’t see?” she asks in a dreamy voice.

“Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet.” He assured her. “That's why I've got to study this Slayer. Once I know her I can kill her. And once I kill her you can have your run of Sunnyhell. Get strong again.” Spike envisioned the two of them walking the town, setting things on fire, and eating their fill of this town till there was no one left. He could already taste the blood of the Slayer sliding down his throat, it made his demon want to come forth and the blood in his veins run south.

“Don't worry.” She says. “Every thing's switching. Outside to inside.” She leaned towards Spike and breathes Spike’s neck. She could sense the blood underneath the skin. The blood that her childe would all but willingly give her. “It makes her...” Dru stopped.

“What?” He forgot about the Slayer’s blood at the moment. “Did my pet have a vision?” He hoped it brought good news. He could do with some good news right now.

“Do you know what I miss?” Dru asked, off topic. “Leeches.”

“Come on, talk to Daddy.” He cooed. “What about the Slayer? When does it happen?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s Halloween.” Spike reasoned. “Nothing happens on Halloween.”

“Someone’s come to change it all. Someone new.” She closed her eyes as she got lost in the vision again.

“What happens to the Slayer pet? It’s it good for us?”

She hissed and jumped away from Spike and put her hands up to her head and pressed against her ears. “Bad!” she screeched. “Bad girl. Bad, bad bad! It’s all wrong!” She dropped to her knees, still holding her head.

Spike slid in front of his sire and put his hands on her. “Pet? What’s the matter? What’s wrong?”

“She mocks us. She makes us look like fools! Thinks she can walk in the night when she doesn’t know. Doesn’t know at all! She’ll ruin everything!” Dru groaned inhumanly. She looked up at Spike with an unreadable expression. “You have to stop her, Spike. Stop her before she can ruin everything!”

“Done, pet. It’s done.” He assured her.

“Most warn Daddy.” She mumbled again, looking down at the cement floor. “Make him stop sunshine!” She dropped her head down to lay it on Spike’s knee and she became silent.

Spike must warn Angel? Why would he do that? He hated the tosser, and if this was something that might hurt his grandsire, than he wasn’t about to stop it. Picking up his sire and her stupid doll, he carried her to their bed. He covered her with the blankets, dropping a kiss on her head before walking out of the room.

Dru opened her eyes when she heard the door shut. She stared off into space. “He must tell Daddy.” She said to herself.

‘Dru.’ Said a voice in her head.

“Miss Edith?” Dru asked, looking at the doll that Spike had placed beside her.

‘You must tell Daddy, Dru. Spike won’t, so you must tell Daddy, so sunshine can’t ruin things.’ The doll said.

Dru nodded. “Yes, Miss Edith. I must warn him.” She threw off the sheets, taking the doll in her arms and slipped out of the room through a different door to avoid anyone.

* * * * *

Angel was walking through the cemetery, heading home when he felt Dru was close by. He stopped and stretched out his senses, he didn’t feel Spike around. Why was Dru out on her own? Usually Spike was always right by her side. He frowned. “What are you doing out Dru?” He called out into the darkness.

Dru stepped out of the shadows slightly to his left. “I came to warn you, Daddy.” She said.

Angel looked at her. She was wearing a cream dress that fell down to the ground, and she was holding that stupid doll Spike gave her in her arms. “I don’t have time for this, Dru.” He turned around and started to head off in a different direction.

“It’s about your little girly.” She called, causing him to stop. She smiled and made her way towards him. When he turned around, she was standing toe to toe with him.

“What about Buffy.” He urged.

She ignored his question and ran her hand up his chest, groaning as she felt the familiar body that she so missed.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand off of him. “What about Buffy, Dru. Tell me.”

She whimpered, but not from Angel’s grip. “I’ll tell what you want, if I get something in return.” She pressed her body up against his. Oh, how she missed her daddy. All the things that he used to do to her, and all the chaos that they had done together. Soon, she would free him from the bright light. Then they would all be a family again.

Angel was inpatient. “You better not be tricking me, Dru.” He warned through his teeth.

“No trick.” She said simply.

“What do you want.”

She looked up into his eyes. “Kiss me like you used to.”

Angel didn’t know what Dru had planned. But if she was tricking him, she would regret it. But he wouldn’t know what she had to tell him, unless he did as she wished. She chuckled mentally. He was sure that he remembered how she liked it.

Letting go of her wrist, he grabbed her around the waist roughly and pulled her tighter towards him. The doll dropped from her arms forgotten as she giggled as he was going to do as she wished. His other hand came up and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her harshly towards him and kissed her hard and painfully. Animal-like.

Ten long seconds later, Angel pulled away and stepped away from Dru. “Tell me.”

She picked up Miss Edith and smiled at him. “Someone knew came to change everything. Tomorrow. Sunshine will no longer be so… sunny.” She giggled at her word.

“Who? Who would do something on Halloween?” Angel urged.

She shook her head. “It’ll cost you.” She licked her lips in anticipation. “It’s what Daddy taught me.”

Angel growled. It wasn’t worth it. “Go back to Spike, Dru, we’re through here.” He slid by her and headed towards home.

“You’ll regret it, my Angel.” She called after him. “The pixies tell me that sunshine will come to me.” But he didn’t respond, he just kept walking. More to herself, she said. “And I shall enjoy it.”







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Chapter Two.


It was the night of All Hallows Eve, and Willow was getting ready at the Summers residence. Buffy had done her make up the way that she had said, making her look like an evil witch, with a dark spot on her cheek. Buffy called it a mole, but she didn’t see the resemblance. It was almost witching hour and Buffy was still in the bathroom getting her costume on. Willow couldn’t help the little smile that crept up. Even though she knew that something might go wrong tonight, there was still a feeling of excitement over the whole ordeal.

She glanced at the clock. Buffy had been in there for almost a half an hour. What was taking so long? Surely it didn’t take that long to put in the canine teeth and contacts right? Getting up, she knocked on the bathroom door. “Buffy? Are you alright? Do you need any help?”

“No, I’m almost done.” Buffy’s muffled voice said from behind the door. Buffy, couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror. She had to admit, she looked good. In a weird and twisted way, of course. The teeth were glued to her existing canines, just making them longer and pointer, she would have to be careful not to accidentally poking herself. The contacts were the color yellow that normal vampires had in game face. But in this case, there were no bumpies that went along with the costume.

The rest of her costume was black leather pants, black leather boots, and a black and red sleeveless corset top. She was wearing a bunch of necklaces, bracelets, and rings to give her the more punk rocker look. Her hair was teesed a little to add volume, half pulled back with the exception of her bangs. Her make up was heavy. Black eyeliner, with a smoky eye, and a white powder on her exposing skin to make her look pale. Then she had added some black nail polish and blood-red lipstick.

Sighing, she gave herself the once over before she opened the door. Willow was sitting on her bed in her witches outfit, with the ghost sheet in her hand. Her legs were crossed and she was swinging her leg as she looked around the room. When her friend had seen her, her foot stopped moving and her eyes scanned over her outfit.

Dramatically, Buffy twirled in a circle. “So what do you think?” She asked. “Does it scream ‘vampire’?”

“Wow, Buffy. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that you were really turned. You look great.” Then she frowned. “You kinda remind me of someone. I can’t put my finger on it…” Then relaxation flashed over her face. “Spike! That’s where I’ve seen that look before. You look like Spike!”

Buffy looked sheepishly. “Well, I did get the jewelry look from him.” She wasn’t sure how she felt about looking like Spike. It made her seem like she had looked at him more than just an annoying pain in the ass. Oh, she was slightly excited by the thought of him showing up and getting a gander at her outfit. “What do you think Angel will think? I was afraid that I would be offending him, but doing this.”

Willow waved her hand in dismissal. “This is the only night of the year that you get to dress up other than you’re self. What better way than to dress like your enemy?” She said, using Buffy’s words against her.

“Well…” Buffy began.

Then the doorbell rang. Sighing, Buffy turned and walked down the stairs to get the door. There stood Xander, looking more G.I. Joe than G.I. Joe himself. He was in forest camo pants, and a black wife-beater. He had a dark camo bandana tied around his bicep and fake dog tags handing around his neck.

Buffy’s eyes looked him up and down. “Not bad, Xander. It looks great!” She praised, stepping back so he could come in.

“Holy Gothica, Batman!” He exclaimed as he looked at his friends outfit. “You look like Spike!” He faltered. “In a girl version of him, of course, and so much better. The eyes are weird though.”

“You are the second person to tell me that I look like Spike. I just took the jewelry aspect from him.” Buffy said. “The contacts feel weird in. Total shocker when I saw myself with them.”

“You look… forgive me for being frank, but you look hot!” Xander declared. “I wonder what Captain Peroxide would say when he saw you.”

Buffy couldn’t help but grin. “It would be like a kick in the pants.”

He nodded. “So, where’s Will?”

Before Buffy answered, they heard the creak of the stairs, and they turned to see their friend walking down the stairs in the witch outfit, the ghost costume was no where to be seen. “Where’s the ghost costume?” Buffy asked.

“I decided that if you had to be a vampire, then I’d be a witch… but a good witch. Because you know that witches aren’t all bad. Almost all of them are healers and didn’t want to hurt anyone- for the love of Hecate, somebody stop me.” She said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry Will,” Xander said. “You can be a witch that just likes the color black and green.” He suggested.

Buffy smiled kindly at Willow and laid an understanding hand on her shoulder. “You look wonderful.” She frowned slightly. “You got rid of the mole.”

“It was too much of a stereotype.” The grandfather clock in the living room chimed eight. “Candy time!” she squealed excitedly.

The three friends turned and walked out of the house and out into the night, not knowing what was heading their way.

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In the warehouse, Dru was standing in the main room, under the skylight where the moon was shining down on her, swaying to an inaudible song that only she could hear. It was that time. The stranger was getting ready, the stars were telling her. Telling her sweet little nothings about what was to come. Miss Edith lay in her arms, adding to what the stars were telling her, making her dizzy with all the news.

“Dru?” Spike asked. He had just walked out of their bedroom to see her dancing in the moonlight. It seemed to make her glow. The off white of her dress feeding off of the light of the moon, making her look more like the evil angel that she was.

“It’s almost time, my Spike.” She said dreamily, her eyes still closed. “Sunshine will be joining us soon. I can feel it in my bones. The moon is calling to her, but she doesn’t hear. Bad, bad, bad girl. Needs to be punished, needs to bleed.” She had stopped her dancing and looked at Spike.

“Get to her Spike. Get to her before Angel can.”

Spike stepped closer. “It’s done, pet.” He paused. “Now, why don’ you go rest ‘n’ I’ll bring you somethin’ special. Maybe a little kiddie? How about that, pet?”

“I love kiddies.” She said. “Will you bring me a daisy?”

“If you want one, sweets.” He reached out to her and she came to him. “Now, you need to lay down, you’re still weak.” Then he led her to their room before settling her down then leaving. He had a Sunshine to catch.

He smirked as he stepped out into the night and towards the sounds of little kids could be heard trick-or-treating. Soon, he would be treating, and the Slayer would be dead.

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“The world that denies thee, thou inhabit.” Said a deep, thrilled voice. The man daps his fingers into the blood on his hands and wipes it on his eye lids. “The peace that ignores thee thou corrupt.” He dabs the blood from his left hand with his right middle finger again and smears a cross onto his forehead.

“Chaos. I remain, as ever, thy faithful, degenerate son.” He grins devilishly as he looks down at the stature head on the short table before him surrounded by candles. The woman’s face was towards him, while the screaming man’s face was facing the opposite wall.

The man sneered as he thought of the glorious chaos he was about to spread throughout the people of this god horrible town. This place was no Homeland, but it was sure about to become Hell on Earth. What he would give to see his old mates face when his dear little Slayer transforms.

Ethan was beyond surprised when she had chosen her costume. He thought for sure that she was going for the 18th century dressed, but obviously the price was too great for her. So when she had chosen the fangs and contacts, he was wondering if that was something that wouldn’t go against his plans. But then he thought about the terror that she would be causing for other people. To her friends and family. A rush ran through him.

Yes, he was pleased. Now for the finally.

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Buffy and her friends had hit the town’s dentist, and just like previous years, he had handed out toothbrushes and dental floss. Already, the town’s garbage cans were filled with them. But the night was still young and they had yet to hit the best houses.

When they had hit the street, a rush of wind swept through the town. Buffy thought that it was weird, there hadn’t been a wind when they had first set out, so why was it starting now? She paused as she looked around. No one else seemed to notice.

There was something about this air. Something was being carried in it. Something that she didn’t know. All she knew, was that something big was about to happen.

“Buffy?” Buffy saw her friends giving her quizzical looks as she just stood there. She told them it was nothing and they continued down the sidewalk.

* * * * *

Not far away, Spike had felt the wind as well. He too, thought that there was something off about the wind. It was tinted with something. He took a whiff. Magic. Black magic by the smell of things. Whoever this new person Dru was talking about, they were dabbing into stuff that they didn’t have a clue about. He tool bigger strides as he continued through the town. Grimacing as yet another vampire wannabe rushed passed him.

* * * * *

Back at Ethan’s Halloween shop, he raised his head as he looked at the statue and smiles devilishly. “Showtime.”

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Buffy and her gang were passing another house when they heard a scream. They turned towards the sound and saw a midget monster strangling an old lady. “Good, mother of Zues!” Xander exclaimed. “What the-”

“What?” Xander turned and saw a young woman about his age with flaming red hair in what appeared to be a witch’s outfit. He watched, puzzled as she looked around where they were standing.

“Where am I?” she asked. “What day is it?” Willow looked towards the man in front of her.

“I don’t know where we are, miss, but all I know that it is Halloween.” He answered, giving her another look before tightening his grip on his rifle.

“All Hallows Eve?” She screeched in a disbelieving voice. “How could this happen? Nothing’s supposed to happen on this day. No one was supposed to mess with this day!” She was angry. When she found who was responsible of this evil deed, “When I find who did this, I’ll turn him into a toad!”

But Private Harris was not paying attention to the red head. His eyes were fixed on the blond next to her. Her eyes were a different color and near her mouth, he was something gleam white. She was looking around her, half smiling. She stopped her looking around and sniffled the air. Her gaze turned towards him with a predatory gleam.

An inhuman growl came from her throat.

He raised his gun quickly and pointed it at her. He grabbed the red head’s hand and pulled her behind him. “What are you.” He asked, looking her up and down. She dressed normal looking for a gothic person, but she was no way human.

She growled again. “I’m something that goes bump in the night. I’m something that eats humans like you every night for my meal.” She took another step towards him. He smelled wonderful to her. She could see the blood pumping under the skin of his neck. It called to her, beckoned her to come and quench her thirst.

“She’s a vampire!” Willow said in his ear. “You can’t kill them with lead. You need a wooden stake or holy water.”

“I don’t actually carry any of those things, woman.” Xander said, keeping his eye on the demon, taking a step back with every step she took towards them. “Got any other ideas?”

“Guys?” the three of them turned to see a tall, dark, man with a large forehead come towards them. “What’s going on? It’s chaos out here, why aren’t you three doing anything?”

“Who are you?” All three asked.

Angel looked between all of them. “I’m Angel, a friend.” He stopped when he saw Buffy. “Buffy? What happened?”

“You’re a vampire as well, why aren’t you killing them?” She asked. What was up with this guy? Shouldn’t he be eating first, acting friendly towards humans never?

“As well? What’s going on Buffy?” He took a step towards her, but she stepped back and growled at him in warning. It brought out a response from his demon. “Watch it, young one.” He warned. “You do now want to kill these two. They are you’re friends as well.”

“They are humans, except the witch. She reeks of magic. I would never be friends with humans.” She frowned at him. Why was one of her own, defending the humans? Was he some human-hugger or something? Pro-life for humans? He was a monster for the devils sake. Why wasn’t he relishing in the carnage and bathing in the blood of the innocent? “You are a shame to your own kind.” With that, she turned and ran with inhuman speed to find her meal.

Angel was about to go after her when Willow spoke out to him. “You have a soul, how is that?”

“Cursed.” He said sharply, his eyes on where Buffy had disappeared.

“Fascinating. I wonder if the Coven has thought of that.” She pondered for a minute before continuing. “Since you obviously have some kind of clue what’s going on, do you mind filling us in?”

Angel looked at them, then around at the demons slash humans that were running around, causing havoc. “Not here, it’s not safe. This way.” He turned and made his way in the opposite direction of where he had came from. He heard two sets of foot prints following him closely.

“Do you have any idea why someone would act on the night that is supposed to be sacred?” Willow asked him.

“I don’t know. That’s what I came to ask you three about.”

“Why would you come to us? We don’t even know each other.” Soldier Xander said.

“Yes you do. You three are the best of friends and you guys are like the defenders of this town from the demons.” Angel tried to explain. “We’ll have to call Giles and have him check it out. In the mean time we go to Buffy’s house, grab some weapons and then go out in search of her.”

“Why are we going after the thing that was going to eat us?” Willow asked.

“Because she was never a vampire. She was the fighter for good before someone cast a spell on almost everyone.”

“A spell? Maybe I can be of help then.”

Angel stopped and turned to face her, causing her to almost run into him. “You know how to stop this?” If there was a way for this witch Willow to stop this madness, and get Buffy back to her normal self, then he would do anything.

“If there’s any way to get vampire Buffy, back into human Buffy, then I’m all for it.” Angel then turned and started down the sidewalk at a faster pace. Xander and Willow looked at each other, before they practically sprinted after him.

None of them seemed to notice that not ten feet away, behind a tree, Spike had listened in on their conversation. He was especially interested in the fact that Buffy was a vampire now.








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Chapter Three.


Bu-Bump. Bu-Bump. Bu-Bump.

There were heartbeats all around her. It was intoxicating. She had just left whoever those people were, and now it was becoming difficult to find a meal. There were so many people in their homes, trying to hide from the big baddies out on the street.

Now she had roaming downtown when Buffy stumbled upon a club called the Bronze. It seemed promising. Changing into her human mask, she stepped inside and saw a bunch of happy meals on legs. It wasn’t long before a man came up and asked her to dance. He was neat looking, and had a pouty face. He would do.

After she danced with him for a little, she suggested they get out of here. They didn’t make it far before they started necking against the alley wall. Buffy broke their kiss and started to kiss along his jaw line, down the column of his neck, before her lips came in contact with his racing pulse. It called to her, taunted her.

She felt her face shifted and she bit into the man’s neck. He stiffened and let out a silent scream, his hands trying to push her away, but becoming weaker with every pull of blood that she took. It wasn’t long before she felt another presence in the alley with them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, pet.” Came the voice.

Buffy growled. She took another deep pull before letting the human fall to the ground, dead. Licking her lips, she turned to look at the man that dared interrupt her. But when she looked at him, her breath caught in her throat. He had possibly be the sexiest man that she had ever set her eyes on. His whole body just screamed badass.

Stepping over the body, she walked slowly and sassily towards him. “And why would I do that?” she asked him, curling her tongue behind her teeth.

What was this? Did she… no, that’s absurd. She wasn’t interested in him. She was the slayer for Christ sake. Course she wasn’t in her right mind at the moment. But if kitten wanted to play, then he wasn’t about to stop her. When she came to her senses and she got mad at him for manipulating her into this, there was no way that she wasn’t going to believe that she came onto him. Oh no. She wouldn’t believe this at all.

“You’re gonna regret it later, Slayer.” Spike answered.

She cocked her head to the side to study him, and he thought that it was the cutest thing she had ever done. “Why did you call me the Slayer? I’m not the Slayer.” She was now less than ten feet away from him.

“Cuz tha’s wha’ you are. Someone cast some bloody spell that turned everyone wearin’ a costume into what they were dressin’ up as.” He answered. “You just happened to dress like a vamp.” A beat. “So when you’re watcher breaks the spell, you’re goin’ to be rightly pissed that you went killin’.”

Buffy stopped in front of him so they were toe to toe. God, did he smell fantastic. Smoke, leather, and a smell that was only his. He was older than her, a Master, and so he radiated power. Aurelian, family. Her demon was roaring at her to jump him, but she held back, till the right time at least. She shrugged. “Well if that’s true, which it totally isn’t, then I have little time left to enjoy this.” Lifting her hand, she trailed it down the other vampire’s chest. When her hand came to the waist of his pants, she placed both hands on his hips and stepped closer to him.

Where was this Buffy when the other Buffy was kicking his ass? He liked this one. This was the vixen that he knew that was always under that Slayer skin. “Guess you’re righ’, pet.” He didn’t waste anytime as he pulled her to him so her body was plastered against his and lowered his lips to hers. He groaned as he felt her fix perfectly against his body. It was like they were made for each other. Then when they kissed, it was like something clicked in his brain, that this was the way that it was supposed to be.

Buffy groaned as his kiss became demanding. He rapped his arms around her waist, picked her up and walked the short distance to the brick wall before dropping her, and pushing her against it. She moaned as he ground his erection into her belly. Man, could this guy kiss! she thought. He certainly wasn’t a neophyte.

He was becoming more frantic as they continued to kiss, not needing to come up for air. Needing to touch her more, he pushed his hand between her underwear and her skin to cup her, pushing in two fingers, only to groan when he found her wet.

Wet for him.

She broke their kiss and gasped at the contact of his fingers wiggling inside of her. His lips never left her skin as he kissed her jaw, sucking her earlobe into his mouth, producing another moan slash gasp to escape. He left her lobe to suck on a sensitive area behind her ear, and he felt her internal muscles clench as honey dripped from her hive into the palm of his hand.

“M…more.” She breathed. With one hand, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled more fully to her neck, her other grabbed his hand and pushed it more into her, causing his hand to hit her clit. She gasped and arched off of the wall towards him.

He smiled, if this was the only time that he was going to bang a slayer, than he was going to go over the top. Taking his hand out, he smirk as she whimpered at the loss of contact, only to watch him pull back and lick his fingers clean of her juices. “Mmmm… you taste wonderful, pet.” His voice husky and low.

Once his fingers were clean, he unzipped her pants and pushed them all the way down to the ground where she kicked off a shoe to pull her leg through. Her hands undid his buckle and threw the pants open before he could even blink. Picking her up, he impaled her onto his throbbing cock. They both groaned as they got used to each other.

Pain zinged through Buffy but was quickly forgotten as the blonde started to move. She never imagined that anyone was this big. He filled her completely and she loved the slight pain that he was causing her as he stretched her to the limit. She was going to be sore in the morning, there was no doubt about that. God, he felt so good. She had never had this kind of fuck. Where was this guy all this time?

Christ, she felt like heaven. She was warm from her meal and her pussy was so tight, be felt constricted. She was unlike Drusilla in everyway. Where Dru was cold, Buffy was warm, and he loved the difference. He was having a tough time keeping in his demon as he took her. The soft sounds that she was making pushed him further towards the edge. The fluttering of her muscles told him that she was also close.

Holding her up in one hand, he brought the other to pull her shirt down so it showed her breasts to him. The soft, golden globes jiggled tantalizing as she met him thrust for thrust. He could contain his demon anymore, both man and beast were screaming for release. His face shifted and he plunged his fangs into the swell of her left breast.
The minute his fangs were in her, she screamed out her orgasm. He pumped into her a few more times before emptying himself into her. It took a minute before she was starting to come down from the enormous high that he had brought her. He was still sucking on her breast as she came down. When her legs relaxed around his waist, he pulled his face away from the bite marks. Giving them a lick, he sealed the wound, shifted back, before lapping at the blood that had escaped.

“Wow.” Buffy panted, her hands running through his hair.

“That about sums it up, pet.” He stood up straight to look at her. Her eyes were shinning in the streetlight, a slight golden glow to them, causing his demon to roar to the front.

The minute his demon came, so did hers and they met in a frantic kiss of fangs and tongues. They were at it once again, Buffy’s back being pushed against the rough brick wall, and Spike pounding into her. At the brink again, Spike eyed her throat. But Buffy beat him to the punch when she surprised him by plunging her fangs into his neck. He roared before he recuperated the bite with one of his own.

“I’m hungry.” Buffy said, when they had slumped down to the alley floor. Spike chuckled as he petted her hair as she laid her head against his chest.

“Indeed, pet.”

“I don’t even know you’re name.” She admitted, looking up at his face.

“Spike,” he answered, “Call me Spike, kitten.”

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“Yes, Giles.” Angel said in the Summers’ house phone. “Willow thinks she a witch, Xander’s a soldier, and Buffy’s a vampire.” He said the last word through clenched teeth. He still couldn’t believe it. Buffy was a vampire and she wasn’t in her right mind. She was out in the town, killing. His demon screamed at him to let him loose, to join her, but he pulled it back.

As Angel talked to Giles, Willow was walking through the house, and Xander was barricading the large window in the living room. A scream sounded in outside the door and Xander went to the door to look through. There was a woman dressed in a cat suit, running from a big hairy monster. Opening the door, he shot at the monster and helped the young woman into the house.

“Thank god, Xander, I thought I was dog food.” Cordelia gasped as she stumbled into the house.

“Do I know you?” He asked as he looked down at the teenager in the tight spandex suite. The thought crossed his mind about how good she looked, when he realized that she was speaking to him.

“Of course we do. We go to the same high school together.” Cordelia frowned. “What is the matter with you? Did Larry hit you too hard in the halls today or something?”

Willow walked into the room.

“Willow? Is that you?” Cordelia looked shocked at the red head. “It’s so not what you normally wear, but… surprisingly… it fits you.” She had to admit, the girl did look great when she was wearing something that showed off that bod.

“Who are you?” Willow asked as she looked at the cat lady.

“Ok, what’s the deal? Is everyone suffering from amnesia or something?” Cordy said, putting her palms up as she looked at the two. “I’m Cordelia Chase, the most popular girl at our hell hole of a school.”

“They don’t know who they are, Cordelia.” Angel said as he walked into the room, after he had hung up with Giles. “Xander thinks he’s a soldier, and Willow a witch.”

“So it’s like they turned into their costumes?” Now she was confused.

Angel looked at the brunette. He was shocked. Was she on the right track? Was this what had happened to everyone? “Then how come you aren’t a cat?” Willow asked, voicing what he was thinking.

“I got my costume at a different place than everyone else.” She huffed. “The guy at the store had nothing that I liked, so I went to Charles, down the street from Ethan’s.”

“Ethan’s?” Angle asked. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” She said easily as she looked at him. “I was in there the day that Buffy and her crew were in there.” She switched subjects on a dime. “Where’s Buffy? Isn’t she right in the middle of all this weirdness?”

“Buffy dressed up as a vampire. Now she thinks she is one, and we don’t know where she is, or what she’s up to right now.” As he said it, he sounded more and more agitated.

“Do you want me to find her?” Willow asked. All three of them looked at her. “It’s a simple spell that I could do, shouldn’t take more than five minutes to get the items for it.” She looked at Angel. “Do you have anything of hers? A necklace maybe?”

“Her rooms upstairs, if you need something. First door on the right.” He looked at Xander. “Go with her, you never know what could be up there.”

“Sure.” He followed the witch up the stairs and into the right room. He didn’t know what was going on, he was trained to deal with this kind of thing in basic training. So for now, he was going to listen to the guy with the huge forehead.



As the two walked up the stairs, Angel walked into the kitchen with Cordelia right behind him. “What’s going on, Angel?”

“I’m not sure.” He frowned as he looked at the back door. “That wasn’t open before.” He said, mostly to himself.

“Okay, no more scaring Cordy.” She said as she took a step away from the door. They were silent for a moment as Angel looked through the door before shutting it.

The minute that the door was shut, something grabbed Cordy from behind. She screamed and Angel turned to see a vampire about to dig his teeth into the brunette. Taking action quickly, he pulled the girl away and punched the vampire in the face. The vampire’s took their fights into the kitchen and Angel managed to get his opponent pinned to the floor.

“A stake!” he grunted as he tried to keep the vampire on the ground.

“What?” Cordelia asked as she watched the two fight. This was all new to her, why was the guys face so screwed up?

“Get me a stake!” he yelled. “Pointy wood. Anything!”

“Oh, right!” turning around, Cordy looked around the kitchen for any pointy wooden object. She went through the knife rack. “How about a knife? It’s got a wooden handle.” She yelled from the kitchen.

“No!” He punched the vampire in the face and wrapped his hand around the man’s neck. “Hurry!”

Cordy looked franticly around the kitchen. Where or where was a little wooden stake? Opening a drawer she saw silver utensils. Going to the next one she saw odds and ends, there was a stake. Why did weirdo Buffy have a stake in her kitchen? Remembering to ask the blonde later, she snatched up the stake and ran into the dining room where Angel still had the guy pinned to the ground.

“Here!” she said, holding out the item.

Angel turned and grabbed the stake, missing the way that shock that came over her face when she saw him in game face. Turning towards the man struggling and growling beneath him, he jammed the stake into the vampire’s dead heart. All that was left was a big pile of dust.

Getting up, Angel shifted back into his human face and started to dust off his clothes with his hand before he looked up and saw Cordy’s face. He paused. “Ahh...”

“What the hell was that?” she screeched. “You’re one of them!”

Angel had to cover his ears, she was too dang loud! “Could you please stop the yelling? I can hear you perfectly when you speak normally.” He said.

“Well what did you except?” she paused for a beat. “Does Buffy know?”

“Yeah, she knows.” Angel said quietly.

“Then she wasn’t joking,” she said quietly to herself.

“I can hear you.” He said.



Upstairs, Willow and Xander were looking around Buffy’s room, looking for a jewelry box when Xander called Willow’s attention to a photograph on a dresser. It was the three of them in a friendly group picture. Xander looked at Willow than at the photo. “I guess that guy wasn’t joking. We do know each other.”

Willow nodded. “Then we better set things right.” She caught sit of a jewelry box and picked out a promising looking necklace with a cross dangling from it. “Let’s find Buffy and figure how to fix everything.” With the necklace, the two of them walked down the stairs.


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[A/N: Some lines taken from the BtVS, ‘Halloween’.]


Fang Fest.

Chapter Four.


He was frustrated. He had looked through almost every book that he had owned and he still couldn’t find anything on what was happening to the people of Sunnydale. Swiftly walking towards another bookcase, the phone rang.

Cussing, he picked up the phone. “Yes?” he tried to should as nice as possible.

“Giles, I think we have something. Cordelia said that Buffy and her friends got their costumes at a new place called Ethan’s.” Angel said through the receiver.

Giles whipped his glasses off of his face and began to clean them vigorously. Ethan. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Cordy said that she saw them in the store and she got her costume somewhere else, so she didn’t change.” Angel confirmed.

“Ok. I’m going to check out the store. Have you found Buffy yet?”

“No. Witch Willow is doing a locator spell to try to find her. So far, nothing.” By Angel’s tone, the Englishman could tell that he was worried and angry. There, they had one thing in common at least. “If she’s a vampire Giles, she can die like one as well.”

Giles paused. “God lord.” He said quietly. “That girl…” he was planning to put her through an extreme workout when everything was back to normal. “Just do what you can, Angel.”

“I will, Giles.” The line went dead.

Putting his glasses back on his face, he grabbed his coat and headed out the door towards town to take care of an old friend.

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“You have to admit, it looks better on me.” Buffy said. She and Spike had been walking down the streets of Sunnydale for about five minutes after their fabulous fuck fest against the alley wall. Once they were done, the two quickly realized that Buffy was without a shirt. Spike had quickly removed his jacket and put it around her shoulders and buttoned her up. The v-neck of the duster was so low that it was past her chest and halfway to her navel. And it was driving Spike crazy.

“It’s my bloody coat woman, be grateful that I’m lettin’ you borrow it.” He growled.

Buffy noticed his sour mood. “Ohh.” She wrapped her arms around Spike’s arm and pulled herself against him. “I’m sorry, Spikey.” She kissed him on the cheek, smiling as he growled at her. “Want me to make it up to you?” she whispered in his ear before pulling his earlobe into her mouth and bit it lightly.

This time, Spike’s growl wasn’t in irritation. Quickly pulling her into an alleyway, he unbuttoned the jacket and attacked her breasts with earnest. She arched into his touch, moaning loudly. “Spike…” she said breathlessly.

He pinched rolled her nipples between his fingers and attacking her mouth at the same time. Her arousal perfumed the air around him, making him dizzy. Though her lack of needing to breath, her breaths came in short, quick spurts. She pulled away from his mouth and moaned, her face heavenward. God, what this demon could do to her.

“Spike… please.” she breathed in his ear.

“What? Tell me what you want, luv.” He said huskily.

“Need you… your touch.” She panted.

“Where? Tell me where you want me to touch you.” He licked the outer shell of her ear and gave her nipples a hard twist. She half moaned and gasped loudly.

“M-My… pussy. Touch my pussy.”

“You’re gonna have to open you’re pants for me, luv, unless you want me to stop touchin’ you here.” With the last word, he twisted her nipples again.

“Ahh!” she hissed. Taking her hands from his shoulders, she practically ripped her pants open with her need to get Spike to touch her there. “D-Done.” She said.

“Good, not put my hand where you want it.” He purred in her ear. He was surprised by the grip than she had on his wrist when she grabbed him with lightning speed and pulled her hand away from her breast and shoved it in her pants, causing his thumb to hit her clit.

“Ahh!!” she moaned loudly.

“Talk me through it, luv. What do you want ol’ Spike to do to you?” He loved this, talking dirty to the Slayer, and have her reacting to it like this. He would never get used to it.

“Finger me. Two.” She panted. “Rub my clit with your… t-thumb.” Her legs almost buckled when Spike did as she told him. “Ahh… Spike.” She gasped. It wasn’t long till she felt the knot in her stomach become tighter and tighter. “Please… Spike… n-need you-u.” She whimpered in his ear.

“What do you need, kitten?” He gave her clit a little twist and smirked when she cried out in his ear.

“M-make me come…. And… your fangs, in my… neck.” She breathed. Spike froze with shock for half a second before he felt his demon take control.

She knew the minute that he started to do some tricky stuff to her pussy that would’ve taken a long time to perfect, that what she had said snapped his control. Her legs were so weak from holding her up that Spike had to pin her body to the wall to keep her where he wanted her. This man, this vampire, though she had only known him for an hour or so, he was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her. He had a sweet side, a very bad side, and a very good bad side as well.

Bringing her hands up, she ran her hands through his hair, dislodging it from its gel confinement. It was silky and fine and felt wonderful between her fingers. She decided that she loved his hair. She could spend all day just running her fingers through it. Grasping the back of his head, she pulled him towards her neck as she was about to reach orgasm. He took the invitation with no hesitation.

The minute his fangs pierced her neck, she screamed out her orgasm, yelling his name. It felt like she was in the clouds for almost a full minute before she started to come down. Spike was still pulling her blood, and she had lost feeling around her pussy area. Her legs finally crumpled, but Spike’s other hand went around her waist and held her up.

Her blood.

God, her blood still tasted like a Slayers, with a hint of demon. It was exotic and provocative. He didn’t seem to get enough. When she had asked him to bite her, his demon had roared and took over from there. He worked on her pussy with speed, loving the noises that she made when she was about to come. Then when she ran her fingers through his hair, it felt good and made his scalp tingle, and then to pull his head to her neck, he didn’t wait before he struck.

Now here he was, still taking deep pulls of her blood.

“Spike…” she said weakly.

The instant she said his name, he stopped drinking from her and pulled away from her wound far enough to wipe his tongue over the holes to seal it up. “Sorry, pet.” He tried to apologize, “You just taste so damn good.”

“Hmm.” She grabbed the back of his head and turned him to face her. “Let me taste.” She licked his lips to clean them off, before she kissed him. There was blood still on his tongue and it did taste wonderful. There was something about her blood that seemed to energize her. This couldn’t be what she tasted like; it didn’t taste like the man she had killed not too long ago.

What was going on?

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Twenty minutes ago


“Hello? Is anyone in?” Giles called as we walked into the Halloween shop. Looking around, he saw the empty racks where the people of Sunnydale had cleaned out the store of costumes. The place was an absolute mess. As he looked around, he saw a door that lead to the back and he carefully made his way towards the back.

There, surrounded by a circle of burning candles, was Janus, one of the Roman mystical Gods. Primarily, it represents the division of self. Male and female. Light and dark-

“Hello, Ripper.” It had been a long time since he had heard the voice from his past.

Looking towards the shadows, out stepped Ethan. “Hello, Ethan.” He said dangerously and impatiently.

“What, no hug?” Ethan asked, stepping in front of Giles, his arms away from his body in a mock invitation. “Aren’t you happy to see your old mate?”

“I'm surprised I didn't guess it was you. This Halloween stunt stinks of Ethan Rayne.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” the man asked proudly. “Not to blow my old horn, but – it’s genius. The very embodiment of ‘be careful what you wish for’.”

“It’s sick.” Giles spat. “And brutal. It harms the innocent-”

“Oh, and we all know that you are the champion of innocence and all things pure and good, Rupert.” He said wryly. “This is quite an act you’ve got going here, old man.”

Giles looked around like he was bored. “It’s no act. It’s who I am.” He said simply.

“It's who you are?” Ethan said disbelievingly. “The Watcher? Sniveling tweed-clad guardian of the Slayer and her kin?” He shook his head “I think not. I know who you are. And I know what you're capable of.” His face turned to one of realization. “But they don't do they? They have no idea where you come from.”

“Break the spell, Ethan. Then leave this place and never come back.” Giles’ voice turned dangerous and threateningly. The light in his eyes went out as he looked at his old friend.

“Why should I?” Ethan asked. “What do I get in this bargain?”

“You get to live.” Giles said simply.

“Oooh. You’re scary.” Giles looks dangerously at the man in front of him. Then before Ethan could process it, he got a mouthful of Giles’ fist.

Five minutes later

Giles looked around the room, wiping his knuckled with a handkerchief. “And you said ‘Rupert the Ripper’ was long gone…” Ethan groaned at his feet. Not that he cared.

“How do I stop the spell?” he asked, sounding bored.

“Say pretty ple-“ Giles kicked him in the back, not holding back at all. “Janus,” Ethan’s voice not hiding the pain that he was in. “Break the statue.”

Giles stepped around Ethan and grabbed the statue from its pedestal and threw it against the wall. The two men watch as it shattered pieces. When Giles turned back to look at Ethan, he was no were to be seen. Good riddance, he thought. Now all he had to hope that everything had gone back to normal.

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Twenty minutes ago…


“I found her!” Willow said as the necklace stuck to the map of Sunnydale like two magnets. “She’s on Holly street.” She said as she looked up as Angel, Cordy and Xander walked into the room. Before the humans could blink, the vampire was heading out the door towards where Buffy was supposed to be.

“We should go after him.” Willow said. “Who knows what might happen if the two of them meet and things don’t go well.” Xander and Cordy nodded as she stood up and they ran out of the door, following the very distant vampire.

Soon he would have Buffy back in his arms here she belong and they would forget all about this night, Angel thought and he jogged down the street towards Buffy’s location. If anything happened to her, he didn’t know what he was going to do.

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Something inside of Buffy seemed to click back into place. She was still kissing Spike, when she came back into the drivers seat. Through the whole night, she had to watch as someone else took her body for a test drive while she watched. When the driver had killed the man, she felt the others enjoyment and the way that the blood felt as it went down her throat.

She wanted to throw up just thinking about it. Then Spike showed and stopped her, though not in time. When the driver, or demon, had seen Spike, she was overcome with the desire to have this man, this vampire. The power was so strong that she, too, was aroused. When they had alleysex, she felt the desire as well and the way that he ad stretched her, and how wonderful he had felt. But there was the pain as he broke her virgin barrier. She did feel the pain for a moment, before it was covered up with immense pleasure.

Buffy didn’t know that it could feel this way during sex. She was surprised and disgusted by the act. But her first orgasm was not one that she was about to forget. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to forget it.

When they were done, Spike had stopped her from killing anyone else. He had distracted her by saying something obscene that made the real her blush as she watched. It was like she was in a movie theater, and she as watching what was going on, as well as feeling it. She felt a new ‘respect’ towards the vampire now. That he had known that the real her wouldn’t like the thought of killing, and stopped her.

The second time that Spike had her against an alley wall, she was disgusted by what she was saying, but she knew the affect that it was having on the vampire as she ‘felt’ his erection pressing against her leg. Then when she heard herself saying that she wanted his fangs? She had yelled out in protest, despite the unbelievable pleasure that was coursing through her body.

But the minute that his fangs were in her, she exploded in a volcano of pleasure. There was a tinge of pain as he bit her, but she was surprised that she liked it. A little pain with her pleasure. This orgasm was longer than the first, and she didn’t know if it was ever going to end, and she also didn’t know if she wanted it to.

Spike was still drinking from her as the pleasure subsided. She was afraid that he was going to drain her, but when Demon Buffy said his name, he stopped immediately. Saying he was sorry, no less. Now she was completely confused. Spike had stopped taking Slayer’s blood? What was wrong here?

Then there was the kiss. The kiss where she could taste her own blood and she was surprised again that she liked it. In a disgusting, demony way of course.

Now suddenly, she was back in her body, and she was still kissing Spike. His hand was still in her pants, his fingers still pumping in and out of her, and his thumb rubbing her clit in slow, lazy circles. Desire flooded her senses and she was disgusted with herself.

“Hmm!” Buffy used what strength she still had and pushed Spike away from her so he stumbled back a few feet.

Spike was about to protest when he saw her face. “Bugger,” she slayer was back in her right mind, and he didn’t even get his problem fixed yet. “Listen, slayer-” but she didn’t say anything. She stood there, her face a mixture of disorientation, fear, and sadness… Wait, sadness? What did she have to be sorry about?

Before he could say anything, she clutched the duster around her body and took off out of the alley and down the road. Spike didn’t even try to follow her. He would get his jacket back when she was more like herself. Turning out of the alley way, she watched Buffy just in time when she was about to turn the corner, Angel came barreling into her, knocking her to the ground.

The two stayed where they were before Buffy jumped up and ran into Angel’s arms. “Buffy? Are you alright?” Her wrapped his arms around her and she sobbed into his chest. “What happened?” Then he caught the scent. Realizing why the jacket that she was wearing looked so familiar. Looking around, he saw Spike down the road, looking at them.

Buffy felt and heard Angel growl and didn’t dare to turn around to see what had caused it. She felt Angel about to pull away from her, probably to attack Spike, but she held on tighter to him. “Please…” her voice coming out feebly and hoarse, probably from all the yelling that she was doing when Spike made her come. It made her shudder. “I wanna go home.”

Angel looked down at the trembling young woman in his arms and his grandchilde. Glaring at Spike once more, he tightened his hold on her as he turned them around to head down the street towards her house. When they were out of Spike’s sights, he gently took the duster off of the girl, ignoring her protests, before shrugging his own jacket off and putting it around the girl, avoiding looking at her chest at all cost. Angel was about to drop the coat into the street, when Buffy grabbed it. “Might need it to blackmail him.”

He nodded and let her hold onto it.

It wasn’t long before they ran into Normal Willow and Xander and Cordelia. None of them asked questions or said anything when they looked between the distant looking Slayer and the look that Angel was giving them.

As they got to Buffy house, Angel asked if she was alright. Willow said that she was going to stay with Buffy for the night, and for them to take Cordelia home. He nodded and gave Buffy one last long look before following Cordy and Xander off of the porch towards the girl’s house.

When they were out of sight, Willow opened the door and let them in. “Do you want to talk about it tomorrow?” She asked, knowing that there was no way that her friend would be ready to speak tonight.

Buffy nodded and Willow followed her upstairs.


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Fang Fest.

Chapter Five.


She couldn’t sleep. Anyone would have fallen asleep after what had happened not an hour ago. But here she lay, wide awake and she couldn’t get a certain Blonde out of her mind. Buffy let out an irritated huff and rolled to her side, hitting her pillow to make it fluffier. When she closed her eyes, she could just feel Spike’s fingers. Remembering them, she felt a light throbbing in her lower regions.

How could she be reacting like this after everything that had happened? Hadn’t she had enough of the blonde pest? No said a little voice in the back of her head. You want him. You crave him. His touch, his being, his smell, his fangs- she shook her head. What was she thinking? There would be no Spike fangs again! She was disgusted with herself for even thinking about it. Total grossage.

You know you liked it. The way it made you cum so hard in a way that you know you will never feel again. The wiggling of his fingers as he rubbed you. His rough caresses against your clit… Buffy groaned as she remembered the feeling. Yeah, you don’t want that again. the voice mocked.

The burning in the apex of her thighs increased as she imagined the way that Spike had touched her. Had rubbed her in just the right spot, with just the right amount of pressure. The feeling of his fingers pressing against her walls, and the bunch of nerves that he hit…

“Screw it.” She said to herself. The silently thanked anyone that was listening that Willow was sleeping in the guest bedroom as she slid her hand down her body and under the waistband of her boxer shorts and into her pussy.

She hissed as she came in contact with her clit. Using one hand, she rubbed her clit the same way that Spike had done, and her other hand she pushed a finger into her and started to pump in and out. She felt the fire go higher and higher, though it felt like she was missing something. She added in another finger to her two and gasped at the extra stretch. It felt good.

Pressing harder on her clit, she added in another finger and pushed in farther, and harder as she felt herself come close to the edge. She added her thumb and used her fingers to stretch her some more, for the needed pain. She furiously rubbed, flicked and twisted her clit till she came with a strangled scream. Rubbing her clit as she came down, she pulled her hands away from her pussy and stared at the mess. Getting up, she cleaned herself before getting back to bed, feeling a little sore.

As she walked back to her bed, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Spike’s duster laying along the back of her chair. Picking it up, she took a big whiff of it and sighed at how good it smelt. Cigarettes, a muscular-manly smell, and everything that was only Spike.

Taking the jacket with her to bed, she hugged it close and felt sleep finally hit her as she took another whiff of the jacket.

* * * * *

Willow was making pancakes in the morning – since she had snuck over to Buffy’s house this morning to make breakfast for her friend - when Buffy walked down the stairs. The smell of the flat cakes had awoken Buffy. Flopping down into one of the island chairs, Buffy eyed the pancakes as Willow flipped them in the pan.

“Morning, Buffy.” Willow said cheerfully. “How did you sleep? I heard something going on in your room, did you have a bad dream?”

Buffy blushed as she thought about what she had done last night. “The opposite actually.” She muttered.

“Oh,” Willow’s eyes widened as she laid a plate of pancakes in front of her friend before starting on her own.

“Could you grab me the peanut butter please? In the cabinet closest to the fridge.” Buffy said. Her mouth watered as she thought about Peanut Butter Pancakes, it was to die for.

Willow shook her head at her friend as she gave her friend the jar. Though she had tried it once, and liked it, she still couldn’t get over the way that Buffy’s eyes seemed to light up when she ate it. Willow frowned. As she looked at her friend, she noticed that she was a little paler than she remembered.


“Buffy? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?” Buffy asked, her mouth full of pancakes.

“You look pale. Abnormally pale.” She said, sounding worried. She reached across the table and put her hand to Buffy’s forehead, frowning deeper.

“If you frown any deeper, your eyebrows will get sucked into your eye sockets.” Buffy warned her.

“You’re really cool, Buffy. You’ve never been this cool. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Your pancakes need to be flipped, Wills.” Buffy said, smelling the slight burning smell.

When Willow did so, she saw the perfectly browned side and just stared at it. There were no burnt spots anywhere. Looking at her friend, she noticed the changed. Pale, cool to the touch, and heightened sense of smell… “Buffy? Why did you wake up? I had expected to have to wake you up to get you down here.”

“I could smell the pancakes. Why, what’s going on Willow?” Now Buffy was starting to worry. Was there something wrong with her? Was Willow seeing something that she wasn’t?

“Well, I was thinking. You look really pale right now. You’re cool to the touch, and you seem to have a heightened sense of smell…” She looked warily at her friend and saw the blonde’s eyes widen.

Jumping out of her seat, Buffy ran to the living room where there was a mirror and gasped. Then she ran back into the kitchen and opened the backdoor. Slowly, and tentatively, she stuck her hand out into the sun. Nothing.

Running back into the living room, she opened her chest of weapons and dug through till her hand hit something that burned her, she hissed and jumped away from the chest. Then she froze in shock and fear.

Willow was watching her. She didn’t know what to think. Buffy had no reflection, was hurt by touching a cross, but she could stand sunlight… what was going on? “Buffy? Everything will be alright, we’ll call Giles and he’ll help with this.”

“Willow?” Buffy’s voice was so small, she sounded like a little child. “What’s wrong with me?” her voice was now teary and Willow saw the beginnings of waterworks trickling down her cheeks.

Walking to her, Willow wrapped her arms around her friend. Buffy was too scared and shocked to get away from her friend in case she hurt her. She felt her legs give out from under her and the two women fell to the floor. Willow’s heart go out to her friend. Not only was she the Slayer and destined to be different, now she was … something different. Something else. She wasn’t afraid of her friend hurting her. If she hadn’t tried going after her throat – and being more concerned with her pancakes - than she was fine.

Well, as fine as the situation would allow.

It was about ten minutes before Buffy’s tears had stopped. Willow helped her to the couch where she laid down while the redhead went to make the call to Giles.

As Willow told Giles that something about Buffy was different, and that he had to come and see for himself, she had noticed that her friend had fallen asleep. The pour girl deserved it after all she had been through. She still had yet to learn about what had happened when she was Vampire Buffy. But now was not the time to start talking about that.

* * * * *

In the warehouse, Spike suddenly woke up and sat up in bed. He had a feeling that something was wrong. That something wasn’t right. Looking around him, Dru was asleep besides him and there wasn’t anyone else in the room with them, waiting to kill them in their sleep.

He felt sad and slightly raged. He couldn’t think of a reason why he felt like this. He was having a pleasant dream of the slayer from last night when he had woken up to this feeling. Searching his mind, he couldn’t help the gasp. There was something there, in the back of his mind. No, someone. A presence.

Digging deeper, he felt the sadness and fear and unfairness seep through that connection. What was the cause of this? He had no clue. But it wasn’t something that he could ignore. He felt the pull towards the thing in the back of his mind. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the source. He felt the need to go to it, whatever it was, to stop the sadness and kill whatever had caused it.

The feeling dulled a little, but was still there. He had to do something.

Getting up, he grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled them on and snatched a clean t-shirt from a drawer before reaching towards the place where his duster was supposed to be. It wasn’t there. He was going to kill whoever thought it would be funny to take his coat. Then he remembered.

Buffy.

The feeling in the back of his mind throbbed. Why was she in the back of his mind? He didn’t claim her when he bit her, and it didn’t feel like a claim. Something totally different, but something nonetheless.

He groaned as he felt pain radiate through his being. He had to get to her and stop what was hurting her. Grabbing a blanket on his way out, he took the sewers and followed the tunnels till he was closest to where Buffy lived. Then he stopped when his hands touched the ladder. He didn’t have an invitation. He had no way of getting into her house, and she probably wouldn’t let him in after what had happened last night. What with her being her old self.

Looking at the ladder eagerly and disappointedly, he stepped away and walked back to the warehouse sluggishly. As he walked, he sent as much reassurance through the link that they had. Tonight he would come and see her. Tonight he would figure out what was going on.

Tonight.

* * * * *

Buffy woke up with a start. She felt someone close, someone she knew. Someone that was important to her. Stretching out her mind, she felt him. Spike. He was close. She was surprised by the feeling of longing that he would come to her. Disappointment reaching to her through the link. Then followed by reassurance, reassurance that everything would be fine.

It calmed her as she felt his emotions swirl through her. She wasn’t alone in this. Something was happening to Spike as well, either good or bad, she didn’t know. She just hoped that Giles would be able to help.

Looking around, she saw Willow staring at her, frowning. “What’s the matter, Buffy?”

Buffy looked down at her friend’s shoes. “Spike. He’s close. I can feel it.” Catching Willow’s eye, she explained. “I don’t know how I know, I just feel his presence somewhere close. I felt his disappointment and then his reassurance.”

“Do you think Spike has something to do with this?” Willow frowned.

Buffy shook her head. “No. I’m positive that if he did do anything, it was unconsciously done.” Her voice was sure and confident.

“We’ll figure out what’s going on Buffy, and we’ll fix it.” Willow laid her hand on the blonde’s arm trying to comfort her.

A part of her, the new part of her, didn’t want to be fixed. The power that she was feeling, and the connection that she felt between her and Spike was something that couldn’t be fixed. She didn’t want it to be fixed.

Then there was the other part of her that was totally wigging out over the whole ordeal. The fact that she couldn’t touch a cross without it hurting her made her feel like a monster. All she ever wanted was to be a normal girl who could go to college and find a normal boyfriend, get married and have two point five kids and a house with a white picket fence. Now she was even more of a freak. She was more demon than human.

“A part of me doesn’t want this to be fixed, Willow.” She whinnied. “While another can’t help but feel more of a freak.”

“I don’t know what to say, Buffy. I guess I can understand a little bit.” She paused for a beat. “Maybe what had changed in you doesn’t want things to change. Then the part that stayed normal… well semi-normal just wants to be a normal girl.”

Buffy nodded in agreement. “Let’s wait till Giles gets here.”

Willow nodded before joining her friend on the couch and they watched some cartoons till the Watcher got there. Some stuff could be healed with some cartoons.

* * * * *

When Giles finally arrived, he didn’t know what to expect. Willow had just told him to come to Buffy’s house immediately and not to tell Xander. He was thinking the worst. But when he walked in and saw the pair watching TV, he let out the breath that he had been holding ever since he had gotten the call.

“What is this about Willow?” He asked.

“Umm….” Willow looked at her friend before speaking. “There’s something different about Buffy.”

“Different? Different how?”

“She’s paler than normal, and her skin is cool to the touch and… and she doesn’t have a reflection.” Giles gasped. Willow hurried to explain. “But she can go out in the sunlight, and-“

“Are you telling me that Buffy is a vampire?”

“No! I mean, we don’t know.” Willow said loudly, getting up from her seat. “I said that she could go out in the sunlight, and her sense of smell is better. But she can’t touch a crucifix.”

Giles looked at his Slayer and saw that she indeed was pale and he had no doubt that she would be cool if he touched her. “Good lord.” Walking into the living room, he plopped into a near by chair. “When did you first notice?” He asked Buffy.

“This morning when I woke up to the smell of pancakes.” Buffy started, wrapping her arms around her knees. “When I came down, Willow said that I looked pale and asked if I was alright. When she touched my forehead, she said that I felt cold.” She took a deep breath. “Then I went to find a mirror and I didn’t see my reflection, I went outside and I didn’t burn or anything. After that, I dug around in my tool chest and my hand hit the cross and it burned.” She held up her hand to show that it was wrapped.

Giles took off his glasses and began to clean them. It seemed like a good idea that Joyce wasn’t going to be home for the next week. This would be really hard for them to explain to the woman.

“Not to get off topic or anything, but, I can feel the magic that I had last night.” Willow said in a small voice. “I can remember a lot of spells and what ingredients go with what…”

“The point?” Giles asked.

“W-Well, if I can remember some stuff, maybe Buffy did too?” Willow said, looking tentatively between the two. “I mean, if it had to do with our costumes, and something was left behind, wouldn’t that have happened to Buffy as well?”

“That would explain where it came from.” Buffy agreed.

Giles looked between the two. It did indeed fit, but why some things and not everything? Sighing, he padded the pockets of his jacket and pulled out a small pad of paper and a pencil and began to jot down some notes.

“Well, I believe that we should run some tests, to see if anything else has changed.” Buffy nodded slowly. Her eyes wandered to the grandfather clock. It was a long time till sunset.

Sighing, she stood up. “So… where do we start?”


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Chapter Six.


“Okay,” Giles said as he added another note to his pad. “So far, we know you can stand in daylight, enhanced senses and strength, can live off of blood or human food, you’re pale, and you run at a cooler temperature. That’s the good parts.”

“And the bad?” asked Willow.

“You’re game face is not as bumpy as a normal vampire, can’t be seen in mirrors, feels fatigued during day time, blood tastes good, crosses and holy water hurt,” Buffy mentally rubbed the part of her arm that they had used holy water on. It had hurt like a bitch. “And in game face, your canines get slightly longer.” He looked up from his notes. “That’s all we’ve found out so far.”

“Well… there is the fact that I know when Spike’s close.” Buffy said in a small voice. “He was close before you got here. I felt his disappointment, and then his reassurance.”

“Did he claim you?” Giles’ voice turning more Ripper-like.

“No. There was no claimage. I just feel him there and I like it.” She frowned and looked away from her Watcher. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

Giles jotted that down into his notes. “W-Well, I could say that this might help with your slaying. What with the extra strength and enhanced senses, it could give you an advantage.”

Buffy nodded. “Yeah!” Willow said, cheerfully and hopefully. “You’re like the SuperSlayer!” She smiled.

“The extra strength would be of the good.” Buffy agreed. Looking at the clock for the tenth time since they had been running their tests, it was still a couple of hours till the sun set.

“Maybe we need to talk to Angel and see what he thinks?” Giles suggested.

“No!” They jumped at her outburst. “I mean, he wasn’t too happy with me dressing up as a vampire in the first place, and when he hears that I’m not so human…” she let them think of an ending.

“We understand Buffy,” Willow said. “But in what way might another vampire reaction to you? Angel might be able to help with that.”

“I could always ask Spike when I see him.”

“When would that be?”

“Tonight.” At their looks, she tried to explain. “I have this feeling that he’s gonna show up, that’s all.”

Giles nodded and shut his pad. “Well, I’ll let you get some sleep before you go out tonight.” Buffy didn’t know how tired she was ‘til Giles had mentioned it. She nodded. “Willow? Would you like a ride home?”

“That would be great, Giles.” Saying their good byes to Buffy, they walked out to the older man’s car and drove off.

Suddenly exhausted, Buffy walked slowly upstairs to her bedroom, not caring about her clothes and flopped on the bed. Within second, she was asleep.

* * * * *

The minute that the sun was low enough that it was safe to go out, Angel took off towards Buffy’s house. Maybe she would now be able to shed some light on the whole Spike business. His teeth clenched as he thought of her in the Blonde Wonder’s coat. Without a shirt.

Then there was this strange feeling that he was getting. Like there was a new member of the family. Something was telling him that it was Buffy. But that was absurd. Buffy couldn’t be part of the family, she wasn’t a vampire, and he didn’t notice the feeling last night. Then again, he was preoccupied with trying to find Buffy.

He walked more quickly through the town towards the house on Revello Drive.

* * * * *

Once the sun was barely set, Spike set out to go to see Buffy. She was still at her house, that much he could tell. His sire had been asleep when he had left and had given the minions strict orders not to let her out of their sights. He couldn’t deal with her wandering around and stumbling on him and the Slayer right now. She was rambling enough as it was. Always about ‘Sunshine’.

He was glad that the warehouse wasn’t too far from where the Slayer lived. It took only five minutes till he was standing on the sidewalk in front of the house. He could feel her in there for there was only one heart beat and her mother seemed to be out. The beat was a steady rhythm, so she must be asleep. Going around to the back, he saw a tree that conveniently located right in front of the Slayer’s bedroom window. He hoped that the girl was in a good mood and didn’t push him into a pointy branch.

* * * * *

Buffy was sleeping dreamlessly when something woke her up. There was a slight tapping noise against her window. At first she thought that it was Angel. She stiffened in the bed. There was no way that she could deal with him right now. But he must’ve known by now that she was awake because she could hear her heartbeat pick up as well. Damn the thing. It always seemed to give her away.

There was another tapping on the window.

Rolling over so she could see who was there, she stopped when she saw Spike looking in the window. He wasn’t the person that she would have thought to be there. But then again, Angel was the only vampire with an invitation into her house. Angel would have just come in if he was here, or knocked on her door.

Spike surprised her. Then she remembered that he had shown up during the daytime and sent her reassurance. Getting up, she went over the window and opened it. “What do you want Spike?” Her voice was rough from tired ness and she cleared it.

“Just came by to ask you if you know anything about what happened last night.” He said, sitting on the roof. “Thought it odd that I could feel you in the back of my noggin.”

So Spike had sensed her as well? “Same with me. I-I mean, I can feel you as well.”

He looked at her. “You know anythin’ about tha’?”

She shrugged. “Nothing rock solid, just stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah. Stuff.” She shifted from one foot to the other. “Discoveries, I guess you could call them.”

“Mind sharin’, luv?”

She sighed deeply. Tell? Or don’t tell? Oh the choices, she thought sarcastically. Did he need to know? Or was it none of his business. It was somewhat related with him. With her being a vampire last night and the biteage… Ooh, Buffy, don’t go there. You’ll just get horny again. “Well… ummm… where to start.”

“How abou’ the beginnin’.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t’ be a smartass. You just might find yourself on your back.”

“Oh, after last night, I’m rather hopin’ for it, luv.” He curled his tongue behind his teeth and looked her over. Her short boxer shorts and her tight tank top didn’t hide what he had last night. His pants got uncomfortable as he thought about last night.

“You’re a pig, Spike.” She couldn’t help the excited feeling when the image came up. God, what was wrong with her? Was this another one of her symptoms? Wanting more sex? Or was Spike doing this somehow?

“Oink, oink, baby.” He looked around. “You gonna invite me in, or not.”

“You aren’t going to come back later and kill me or my mom in our sleep, are you?”

“I believe in a fair fight, luv. I wouldn’t think of it. Though I do know a few who would.” Angelus in particular.

“Fine. Come in, Spike.” She stepped back and watched as he slid into her room effortlessly.

Before she knew what he was doing, he snatched her up in his arms and kissed her. She struggled momentarily before she gave in. She had forgotten how good his lips felt, and how she fit perfectly into his rock hard body. Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled him more forcefully into the kiss. She felt him run his tongue along her lip, wanting access. She didn’t hesitate, moaning as their tongues met.

She was bloody addictive. He didn’t know how much he had missed her kisses till he came in and the overwhelming urge to kiss her came over him. Now they were going at each other like they were condemned prisoners.

“Oh, Buffy,” Spike whispered against her skin as he broke the kiss to nip and kiss her neck. She shivered in Spike’s arms. Her breaths were coming out in ragged spurts. Her body’s reaction to Spike was incomparable to anything she had ever felt before. It was unbearable. “Missed you so much… Want you just like last time… Wet, tight, and mine.” He rubbed his growing erection firmly into her stomach, grinning as he heard her gasp.

“Spike…” she began tugging at his shirt. “Too many clothes.” Her voice thick with desire. Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight as Spike pulled back just enough to let her lift the shirt over his head and tossed forgotten onto the floor. While Buffy was fumbling with Spike’s belt, he was slipping his hands under her tight shirt and pushing it up.

Once everything between then was gone, they sighed as they felt each other’s skin against their own. The air around them was full of their need, driving their senses wild. Spike picked Buffy up with inhuman speed and tossed her on the bed before jumping on top of her. Picking up her hips, he placed her the way that he wanted her and plunged into her. Her hips jerked off of the bed as she gasped at the sudden invasion.

Spike was having a hard time holding the demon back. His control was slipping as he felt her walls already fluttering around his cock. This girl, this young woman, was exquisite. In all his years, she had the tightest little pussy that he had the pleasure of having. And it was all his.

“Spike!” Buffy’s voice begged as she raised her hips up, pushing the blonde deeper into her, nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves that sent her quaking.

“What does my girl want?” He purred in her ear.

“If you don’t start moving right now…” she growled in his ear, grabbing his ass and pulling him towards her. She knew the minute that his control snapped. He began pumping into her at a tremendous speed and she could feel and hear as the bed frame hit the wall behind her. “Ahh!” she gasped as Spike twisted his hips, hitting the nerves over and over again. She was just at the edge, and knew that he should be there was well.

Grabbing his hair roughly, she pulled his head to the side and shifted into her game face. Licking a spot on his neck, she felt him growl as she hit a sensitive spot. Finding his jugular, she pierced his skin, sending him over the edge, yelling her name. She could feel the instant that he changed to his game face and pulled his face to her neck and he bit into her, sending her over.

They stayed like that as they came down, drinking from each other and rubbing their bodies against each other. Logical thought began to enter Spike’s mind. Pulling away from Buffy’s neck, he waited as she cleaned up his neck before she faced him. His eyes widened as he saw her slightly wrinkled forehead, yellow eyes and her elongated canines.

“When did this happen, luv?” He asked, running a finger over her forehead, down the side of her face to her mouth.

“Just noticed it this morning, among other things.” She shifted back, and Spike was surprised that he was sad to see it go.

“What other things?” He rolled over onto his back and tucked her into his side. He felt his demon purr slightly as he felt her snuggle into him.

“Giles thinks I’m part vampire now, what with all that’s changed.” His fingers were grazing the side of her stomach, making her want him all over again. “Obviously I have a slight game face, I have better hearing, sight, smell, and strength. I can’t see myself in mirrors, crosses and holy water hurt like a bitch, and sunlight doesn’t seem to have an effect on me. I can drink blood without it bothering me, though its creepy.” Spike chuckled. “But other than that, I’m same old Buffy… also there is the whole connection between us.”

“It doesn’t feel like a mating claim, though it is something.” Spike agreed. “I’m thinking it’s a sire/childe thing. But I haven’t changed you.”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t have a sire, that you took that place when you bit me?” She brought her hand out from under her chin to run her fingers along his chest.

“You migh’ have somethin’ there, kitten. It does feel like tha’ you’re my childe, though I’ve never had this feeling before.”

“You’ve never made a childe?”

“I have, just it’s never felt this way, and the connection between me and my childe didn’t last long enough for me to be able to feel anything.” Spike’s hand stopped playing with Buffy’s side. Lifting her chin, Buffy looked up at Spike and saw the difference in him than what he was a few second before.

“I’m sorry if I said anything-“

“Don’t worry about it, luv. It was a long time ago, yeah?” He kissed the top of her head. He pulled the quilt that was at the foot of the bed on top of them and hugged her closer. This felt right. They felt right together.

As Buffy snuggled deeper into Spike’s arms, she sighed in contentment. This was where she belonged, and nothing and no one was going to stop her.

“What the hell is going on?!” Buffy’s world shattered around her as her eyes snapped open and looked towards the door. Beside her, she felt Spike stiffen and lock his arm around her. In the doorway, Angel was glaring at them. If looks could kill…

“So this explains why no one came to answer the door.” Angel’s eyes were shimmering gold flashes. Buffy had never seen him this angry. He was shooting all his anger at Spike, and occasionally when he looked at her, she wanted to shrink into the mattress.

Spike sat up where he laid, slowly. After all these years that he had spent with his grandsire, he had never, not once, seen Angelus like this. He actually looked scary. He felt Buffy pull the quilt up to cover her chest as she sat up as well. He could feel her fear seeping through their connection, as well as smell it in the air around him. It stirred the demon in him. Not to react to the fear like he normally would, but to protect her.

“Why, you want to join?” Spike asked, trying inconspicuously to put himself between Buffy and his grandsire. “I seem to recollect tha’ you were into tha’ sort of thing.”

“Shut up, Spike.” Angel growled. He glared at Buffy. “Mind explaining things, Buffy?”

Buffy shifted her eyes between Angel and the side of Spike’s face as he looked at the brunette. “I-I… ah… I-I” she stammered.

“Spit it out!” Angel yelled, making her jump, basically whimpering into Spike’s side.

“Leave her alone peaches! It isn’t her fault-“

“Yeah, it’s your fault.” Before Spike could react, he was being pulled out of bed and dragged to the ground where he was kicked in the ribs. He was vaguely aware of Buffy screaming at Angel as he was kicked in the head.

“So what did you do, Willy?” Angel snarled. “Use thrall to make her think she’s your fuck buddy?” He delivered another blow to the blonde’s stomach, making the man cough up some blood. He swatted Buffy’s hands away from his arm, ignoring her pleases for him to stop.

“Angel, stop this!” She tried to grab Angel’s arm, but he just pushed her away, not knowing that he used enough strength for her to fall off of the bed onto the floor on the opposite side. Now she was mad. He was ignoring her and beating Spike up! She felt something inside of her stir as she saw Angel kick Spike again, causing an audible crack through the room.

Something snapped in Buffy as she jumped up, snatched up Spike’s shirt, pulled it on before storming over to Angel and tossing him across the room. A warning growl erupted through her body as she stared at Angel as he lay in mess of dirty clothes and wall hangings.

Angel froze when he heard the growl. Had she just growled at him? His head snapped up and his gaze focused on Buffy. He gasped as he saw her face wrinkly, eyes a bright yellow, and though he couldn’t see them, he knew that she had fangs. She was gorgeous and his demon wanted to take her as his, he couldn’t stop the anger that ripped through his body. Jumping up, he glared down at Spike. “What. Did. You. Do?!”

“He didn’t do anything!” Buffy screamed. “It was because of that stupid Halloween spell that made me like this.” The bravado was slowly leaving her as she spoke, making her feel vulnerable and scared.

As painful as it was, Spike had to get up and comfort his girl. She was in pain and he had to hold her. Staggering up from his position on the floor, he got up and stood behind her, pulling her into his arms. Buffy snuggled into Spike’s embrace, seeking the protection that he was giving her. The pair stared down at the elder vampire, their eyes both pleading and angry.


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Chapter Seven.


Angel looked between the two blondes in front of him. He didn’t know what to think. The girl that he had possibly loved was in another vampire’s arms. That vampire being his insufferable grandchilde, who was holding the girl like he was protecting her. This had to be a dream. No way would Buffy let Spike hold her like that. But it was no dream, and yet, there they were. Looking at him, one with pleading eyes, and the other with anger swirling in them.

They stood like that for a while. Buffy’s heart the only sound in the room and… wait, Buffy’s heart? “How is that your heart is still beating, yet you have a game face?” Angel asked.

“I-I don’t know. The only reason that Giles, Willow and I could come up with was that when we turned back into our regular selves last night, that something from the spell had stayed with us,” Buffy tried to explain, still in Spike’s arms. “Willow can still remember some of the spells and magic’s from last night as well. I’m not sure about Xander, but I’m guessing that he remembers stuff as well.”

“And what about you?”

Buffy told Angel all that she had told Spike about what had changed, the good and the bad. While she was talking, she and Spike sad down on the bed as Angel stood where he was. Spike’s grip on her loosened now that he knew that Angel wasn’t going to be going after them, but his eyes wouldn’t leave his grandsire’s, not even for a minute.

When Buffy was done telling Angel everything, he sat down in the chair in front of her vanity and ran a hand over his face. “Now what? Is there anything that we can do?”

Buffy shrugged. “I don’t know. Giles will undoubtedly be researching that spell that Ethan did.”

Angel nodded. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“After last night, I didn’t think that you would want to talk to me.” Buffy said in a small voice.

“Even if I didn’t want to talk to you, I would still have liked to know what was going on. I care about you, and want to know if there’s something wrong with you.” He sounded sincere to her hears, and he looked the part as well.

She nodded.

“What I want to know, is why it feels like you’re my childe.” Spike interrupted. He was starting to get sick of this lovey-dovey Angel. It was unnatural for him to witness.

Angel nodded. “I can feel that there’s a new member of the line as well.”

“We don’t have theory about that yet. I guess it might have something to do with last night as well.”

“And with those bite marks on your neck…” Angel’s voice was dark, his anger rising.

“Angel…”

“Don’t, Buffy.” Angel sighed before he got up and walked out of the room.

Buffy watched as he left, feeling like she was a disappointment to him, to a family member. “Don’t worry about him, kitten.” Spike said in her ear. “He’s just upset with me. You’re not to blame for this.”

“Then why do I feel responsible for making him mad?” Buffy hugged herself.

“The ponce just needs some time to cool down and I have a feeling that he will be back and trying to get into your good graces once again.” Spike moved a loose strand of Buffy’s hair behind her ear so he could see her face. “Now, no tears… Spike’s here.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight to him. Though he didn’t like his grandsire at all, he knew that Buffy cared for the old man. Yeah he didn’t like it, not one bit, but there was nothing that he could do other than to just be there for her.

It wasn’t long before Buffy had calmed down. She said that she had to go patrolling and that he had better leave before a minion stumbled on them. He agreed and he got dressed, taking his duster this time, and jumped from her window to the backyard.

Getting dressed, she got up and headed out for some patrolling.

It was a slow night. Not a lot of vampires out for dinner tonight, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t any. It seemed that the other vampires could tell that there was something different about her as well. When she had stopped a group of three vamps from feeding on a couple, she was able to tear one of the demons head’s off. His companions had all stared at her in shock as their pal turned to dust. It wasn’t long before they too were particles in the wind.

While she was wondering the cemeteries, she was thinking about the Halloween spell, Spike, and Angel. Her emotions were all in a knot. She was sad that she had hurt Angel, but she liked being with Spike. There was a connection there, she wasn’t about to deny that. The Halloween spell had changed her in a way that she had never though possible. It had started this whole thing, and she didn’t know if she wanted it to be fixed or not.

“Argh!” she yelled in frustration to the sky. Her life was so complicated even before the spell.

An hour later, she decided that there weren’t anymore demons in the cemeteries and decided to go to the Bronze for a moment to check out the scene. Walking in, her vampire senses tingled. Wondering around, she found the sources of the tingle on the balcony overlooking the humans on the dance floor. She was about to go up there when she heard them talking.

“You should have seen her. It was like she had taped into a new power source and is now even more formidable than before,” said one of the three demons. “She’s stronger, faster, and her hearing is better.”

“How do you know?” asked a deep voiced male.

“I saw her fighting a few vampires not half an hour ago,” answered the first. “When one of them was going to ambush her from behind, she just turned around like she heard them and took him out like he was a measly human.”

“I had heard rumors about what had happened last night,” commented the third, a woman – vampire – with a huge frontal rack and a southern accent. “She dressed up like a vampire. Had the teeth and everything. Then when that spell started, she became one of us and started feeding off some humans!”

The group started to laugh. Buffy gritted her teeth. Last night wasn’t one of her shining moments, that was for sure. Though, now that she thought about it, she had to thank Spike yet again from letting her kill more humans than what she had last night. She sighed.

“I guess that plan backfired,” one of them said.

“You could say that again,” one of them chuckled. “Let’s go down and grab something to eat.” The rest agreed, and started to head towards the stairs.

Looking around the rest of the dark balcony, Buffy didn’t see anyone else up there, so she walked up and stood in front of the vampires. She didn’t say anything – which was out of character for her – before she attacked. Which her knew abilities, she was done before she could really enjoy the fight.

She had never been as eager to get into a fight than she had right then. Was this something new as well? The love for fighting, like Spike? She didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Guess I’ll have to ponder on that later,” she said to herself before she walked down onto the main floor, grabbed something from the bar and found an empty table in a dark corner. Here she could survey the crowd, sip her drink, and think about what she was going to do next.

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“When am I going to see little miss sunshine?” Dru asked as she brushed Miss Edith’s hair. She and Spike were in their room, her on their bed as she prettied up her friend as Spike paced the room.

It has been a day since he had last seen Buffy, and he was starting to get edgy. She hadn’t been at her house when he last went to go and check it out, and he even lowered himself to go and check to see if she was with the poofter – thankfully she wasn’t. She hadn’t skipped town because his minions were going missing, so she was still slaying.

He didn’t know how he felt about that. His demon didn’t like that his childe was still dusting vampires and killing demons. His human side was glad that she was still trying to be herself even through all the stuff that has happened since Halloween. The only thing that the two sides of him had in common was that they missed their little blondie.

“Whenever she decides to show herself, Dru.” Spike answered his sire.

Dru cocked her head to the side and looked off into space. Turns out that sunshine was on her way here. Grandmummy wants to talk to her first, before she talks to Spike. Continuing her brushing, Dru listened to Miss Edith’s suggestions on how to get Spike out of the warehouse before the girl shows up.

"Spike?"

"Yes, sweetness?" Spike asked, mid pace.

"I'm hungry," whined Dru.

Spike was heading to the door before she even finished. "I'll go and get you something to eat, shall I?" The door shut behind him before she could answer him.

It wasn't five minutes before the slayer walked into the room after dusting the guard at the door. When she saw that Dru was the only on in there, she stopped. "Where's Spike? He was just here a minute ago."

"I asked him to leave so I could talk to sunshine." Dru answered, cradling Miss Edith in her arms before getting up from where she was sitting.

"You wanted to talk to me? Why." Buffy asked, suddenly suspicious.

"I will not be with my sweet Spike for long." said Dru. "The stars tell me that it is time to leave him and go out on my own."

"So you're... what? Giving him to me?" Buffy was still suspicious.

"Yes." She walked closer to the slayer. "He needs his sunshine now. Taken good care of princess, he has, and now he needs to be taken care of by someone else."

Buffy was confused. "You've been with Spike for over a century, and now you're calling it quits?" She frowned. "What does Spike have to say about this?"

"He does not know, but I have a feeling that he won't be cross with me for long."

"I... How do I know that I can trust you?" Was this some twisted way to get her killed? She didn't know, but part of her was believing what the insane vampire was talking about, and the slayer part of her was yelling 'STAKE HER!! STAKE HER!!'

"You don't." Dru said matter-of-factly.

Buffy nodded slowly. "And what about Angel? He isn't too keen on Spike and I having any kind of relationship besides the staking kind."

"I will take care of Angelus. He will not be able to stop what is to happen now." Dru walked back Buffy towards the doors before the slayer stopped her.

"Take care of him how? You're not going to kill him, are you?"

Dru spun around on her heel, suddenly mad as a hatter. "I would never kill daddy!" She hissed.

Buffy held up her hands in surrender. "Ok, ok, no need to get upset, I was just making sure because I don't want him dead either."

Dru settle down almost immediately. "I'm taking him away. Los Angeles, I think. He is needed there more than he is here."

"How will you get him to leave?"

Dru smiled wickedly. "The stars have told me of what is to happen there. So we will go there." She opened the door, but stopped and faced the slayer again. "Spike went to fetch me something to eat. Don't get angry with him. Tell him his dark princess is sorry." That was the last thing that she said before she walked out of the room.

Buffy just stood there, staring at where Dru had been last before she had walked through the door. She could feel Spike making his way back here. What was she going to tell him? How was she going to tell him that Dru, the love of his life, had skipped out on him with the guy he hates the most?

She sighed, plopping down on the bed. "I can't believe that I'm listening to that insane, undead, doll whisperer."

* * * * *

Telling Spike happened to be the easiest thing that she had done all night. It was the getting him to believe that Buffy hadn't killed his sire and for him to listen to her was the hardest. Now that she was done telling him everything that had happened between her and the raven haired vampiress, his look was the hardest thing she could bare.

He looked like he was frozen. Not moving. Not breathing - not that he needed to. And not looking at her. His eyes looked blank and it was breaking Buffy to see him like this.

Laying a hand on his shoulder, Buffy said, "I think she saw something. Something that made her believe that she had to leave you…" she trailed off when Spike started to growl. "She had said that you had taken care of her, and now it was for me to take care of you." she said quietly.

Spike didn't say anything. He just sat there.

His yelling, she could take. Him hitting her, she could take. His swearing in that British language that she had no idea what he was saying, she could deal with. But him not saying a word, not moving, is what was killing her.

"She… She won't be far away. She said she was taking Angel to Los Angeles, where he was needed most. Though how she's going to get him to leave Sunnydale is beyond me."

"What was the last thing that she said?"

Buffy breathed a mental sigh of relief. Finally he was talking. "She said for me to tell you that she was sorry. That your dark princess, was sorry." As much as she disliked calling Dru his, he needed to hear it. Maybe it would get him out of this rut.

Spike stood up, walked through the doors and into another room, and just as the door shut, she could hear the sounds of destruction and roars of pain coming from a heartbroken vampire.






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I'm sensing that the next chapter will be the last one of this story. I'm already starting another one that I really like and hope all of you will like as well.

If you like this one, please, please, review. It would be greatly appreciated.
Here's the summary for my next story, please tell me what you think about it:

Buffy Summers was born in 1739 and turned in 1760 (by The Master) - at the age of 21. Now, sometime between Surprise and Innocence (Season 2), she had come to Sunnydale to revenge her maker's death. AU: Buffy was never a slayer and Faith is the slayer.