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Chapter 6 – Changing Worlds


Opening her eyes the next day, Anne briefly forgot where she was, snuggling closer to the man next to her. Letting her eyes focus, she frowned when she saw the stone walls surrounding the bed. Sitting up in surprise, she took a moment to look around the crypt.

“What’s wrong, love?” Spike asked in a groggy voice, blearily opening his eyes.

Everything seemed to come back to her in a rush, leaving her shaken as she remembered the night before.

“Nothing,” she murmured, shaking her head. “Just forgot where I was.”

“You alright?” he asked, sitting up, tentatively touching her back.

“I’ll be fine,” she said, clearing her throat to distract herself from the emotions coursing through her.

Turning toward Spike, she felt a jolt go through her as the familiar gaze focused on her. It was so warm, so loving- just the way the man she loved always looked at her. Tilting her head slightly, her heart rate sped up when she saw him slowly lean forward, brushing his lips against hers.

The familiar feel of her lips against his nearly had Spike deepening the kiss. Until he realized that it wasn’t familiar at all.

Pulling away after a moment, both stared at each other.

“Not even close,” they said simultaneously, each laughing for a long moment.

Leaning against the headboard of the bed, Spike sighed. “Wishful thinking, eh, pet?”

“Guess so,” she replied, shuffling back until she was resting against the headboard, as well. Running her hands through her hair to tame the knots that had formed, Anne frowned when she heard a strange noise. “Did you hear that?”

Not answering, Spike sat up a little straighter when he heard footsteps sounding on the ladder seconds before Buffy came into view.

Raising an eyebrow, Anne remained unphased as she continued to work the tangles out of her hair. “Don’t you knock?”

“Did I interrupt something?” Buffy asked, looking back and forth before settling her gaze on Spike with a hurt expression that immediately cut through him.

“Yeah, a whole world of something,” Anne said, rolling her eyes as she climbed out of bed. “Because Spike always has sex and then gets dressed immediately after he wakes up,” she said, searching the crypt before turning to Spike. “Do you not have a mirror anywhere in this place?” she asked, offering him a slight smile when he shrugged.

Abandoning her search, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the other Slayer. “I’m guessing you didn’t show up for coffee and donuts.”

“It’s six o’clock,” Buffy said, avoiding Spike’s gaze as she nervously shifted from foot to foot, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy coursing through her stomach that her doppelganger stayed the entire night with him.

“That’s Spike’s breakfast time,” Anne said with an amused smile. “So, what’s up?”

“Look… I know you’re not crazy about being stuck here, but I was wondering if you could help me out with something.”

“Something slayage?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m your girl,” Anne said, hopping up from the bed before turning toward Spike, her back to Buffy. “Thanks for listening last night.”

“Yeah,” he said with a slight nod. “You, too.”

Buffy frowned, casting her eyes downward before walking up the ladder, feeling as if she was intruding on an intimate moment.

“Ready?” Anne asked in a chipper voice, appearing on the main level behind her.

“Yeah,” Buffy said quietly.

“Let’s head out.”

* * * * *

“So these guys are some kind of huge threat here?” Anne asked as they walked through one of the residential areas.

“I wouldn’t call them a huge threat,” Buffy replied, looking in the shadows between houses. “But they’re annoying enough to make me want to take them out.”

“I hope you mean of the non-killing variety,” Anne said, following Buffy up the steps of one of the houses.

“I’m thinking more of the blackmail variety.” Anne made a face, causing Buffy to turn toward her. “What?” she asked.

“If these guys are major enough for you to go after them instead of patrolling for demons, then I don’t think blackmail is going to work.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Buffy asked, checking one of the windows along the porch, surprised to find that it slid open easily.

“Turn them over to the cops,” she said with a shrug, following Buffy into the darkened house, closing the window behind her. “They don’t have to know it was you, and if it’s Warren and the other guys, that should scare them into behaving themselves.”

Checking the basement door, she began walking down with Buffy following closely behind her.

“And what do we turn them over for?” she asked, letting her eyes adjust to the darker area as Anne walked over to a nearby table, frowning at what she saw.

“Unless they have a receipt for this diamond, I’m thinking that would keep them put away for a while,” she said, gesturing toward the diamond resting inside the large gun, careful not to touch anything.

“Or the pile of cash sitting in the corner…and on the table,” Buffy said, smiling slightly.

Hearing a noise upstairs, both women turned toward the stairs. Looking at each other with wide eyes, they silently gestured toward the small window, leading out to the side of the house.

Buffy carefully climbed one of the tables. Unlocking it, she hoisted herself up until she was safely outside. Turning around to grab Anne’s hand, she pulled her up, catching the window as it began to fall. Easing it into place, the two girls quickly jumped up and ran through the yards, mere seconds before the boys wandered downstairs.

Stopping a few blocks away, each stopped to catch their breath, making sure they weren’t seen.

“I think we’ve hit the jackpot,” Anne said, panting lightly. “Why don’t you go call the cops before they figure out something is different.”

“Where will you be?”

“I’ll make a quick pass,” she said, looking around the streets. “The sun’s setting- might as well get some vamps for the night before they try and find dinner.”

“You’ll be okay?”

“Yep,” Anne replied cheerfully, walking toward the nearest cemetery. Buffy was about to turn and walk toward her house when she heard the chipper voice, “I’m not the one who died.”

Sensing that the earlier animosity between them had faded away, Buffy raised an eyebrow. “And here I was, going to invite you to Anya and Xander’s wedding, but not if you’re going to be like that.”

“They’re getting married?” Anne asked, turning around to face Buffy. “It’s about time.”

“Saturday at two o’clock. Gifts are mandatory.”

“I would be shocked if they weren’t.”




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