Kicking at her attacker, Buffy pulled out a stake.  The vampire ran towards her and she dodged, her small body moving quickly away.  Throwing another punch, she caught the vampire off guard long enough to plunge a stake into his heart.  He instantly turned to dust.

Sitting down on a gravestone, Buffy covered her face with her hands.  It had been only a few weeks since Angel had left, and she was still devestated.  Not even her friends had been much help.  Though they had tried to comfort her, nothing could.  Nothing except...She heard a rustle in the bushes and immediately jumped up, stake in hand.

A tall figure emerged from the darkness, his bleach blond hair almost white in the moonlight.  Spike smirked at the Slayer and they began to fight.
 

"What the hell are you doing?"  Spike was annoyed.  The Slayer finally had the chance to attempt to stake him, and she wasn't even fighting back!

"Well," Buffy said matter a factly while dodging a punch.  "See, I can't kill you.  I'm supposed to meet you and you're all upset about Drusilla leaving you.  There is a lot of so-called LUST.  Then we shag and live happily ever after."

Spike stopped fighting, stunned.  "This is some kind of joke, right?"

Buffy, confused, shook her head.  "No...That's the way it's supposed to be."  She gestured to her clothes, if you could call them clothes, that is.  "See?  I'm wearing an easily tearable mini skirt and a tank top so low that it shows more of my cleavage than usual.  And you just look hot."

Spike raised an eyebrow.  "Well I always look hot, otherwise I wouldn't have a following of about 200 girls who worship me.  But you...You're nothing but Angel's leftovers.  Why the hell would--"

Buffy cut him off with a finger to his lips.  "Because it's always that way.  Besides, we have so much in common."

Spike grabbed her finger and pushed it to the side until it broke.  Buffy growled in pain.  Spike smiled.  "And just what do we have in common?"

"Um...Fake blond hair?"

Catching her off guard, Spike punched her in the face.  Grabbing her shoulder, he spun her around, plunging her own stake into her heart, killing his third Slayer.  But he was too disturbed to feel any joy.  He ran out of the graveyard as fast as he could.
 

Bloody Slayer, he thought.  She's crazier than Dru.  Reaching the gate of the graveyard, his mouth dropped open.  Buffy stood there, alive, looking just as disgusting as she always did.

"What the..."  Spike looked from Buffy towards the direction he'd left her body.  "But I killed you!"

"No," Buffy said, smiling.  "That's the the way it's supposed to happen.  We're supposed to shag and fall in love and live happily ever after."

Spike didn't know whether to be horrified or amused.  He choose amused for his ego's sake.  "ME, shag YOU?  You're nothing but a Slayer with terrible taste in clothes and a wonderbra!  Who do you think I am, Angel?!?"
 
Buffy just smirked.  Suddenly, Spike looked down.  The ground was farther away than he was use to.  He looked at his clothes.  He was wearing leather pants.  He felt his hair.  It was sticking up and all gummed up with gel.  He felt his face.  His nose was bigger.  And somehow he got the feeling that his favorite body part had shrunken to the size of one of those baby carrots.  He was the Brood Boy himself, the Pansy Ass, the Great Poof.  He was...Angel!!!

Spike backed away from Buffy.  Forget amused, horrified had won.  She came towards him, stalking him like a predator.  Finally, he turned the other way and ran.
 

Finally out of the graveyard, Spike looked around to make sure Buffy hadn't followed him.  She hadn't.  Slowing down his pace to a walk, he worked his way to the highschool, trying to think things over.  It was confusing, really.  The Slayer's "it always happens this way", Dru leaving him, he suddenly becoming Angel ... It all sounded like it came from some B/S fic...

A B/S fic.

He'd read a few on the internet, hated the things.  But now it seemed he was trapped in one.

"Angel!"

It was the Slayer's red haired friend.  Spike ignored her.  Then he remembered he was in Angel's body, and in most B/S fics, while he was with (and he gagged at this) Buffy, Angel was almost always with Willow.  He turned around.

"Um, yeah?"

Willow ran up to him, smiling.  "What are you doing?"

"Uh," Spike thought fast.  What was something Angel did? "Just brooding."

Willow frowned.  Spike decided that since he was in Angel's body, he better flirt with her.  He knew she was a witch so maybe she could get him back to his old self.

"So...Willow," He put his hand on her arm.  "Do you like carrots?"

She nodded shyly.

"Hey, could you do me a favor?  If you do, we could go and..."

Just then, a large dog like creature jumped from the bushes and attacked Spike.  Unfortunately, since Spike was in Angel's weak and pathetic body, he couldn't fight back very well, so eventually, he got his ass kicked while yelling for Willow to get the damn tranqualizer gun.  Finally, she did and shot Oz-Wolf.

"So what did you want me to do?"

Spike, now a heap on the floor, glared up at her.  "I want you to turn me into Spike."

Willow's eyes went wide, then she nodded with understanding.  "I know, Buffy's become really attracted to Spike since he got his soul back and you want her to love you again, right?"

Okay, so Willow hadn't gotten with Angel yet in this fic.  "Well of course, who wouldn't be attracted to Spike--I mean, um ... Wait a minute ... He got his SOUL back?!?"

Willow nodded, confused.  "Yeah.  That happened a long time ago."

Spike raised an eyebrow as best he could, considering he only had one facial expression.  Was everyone here insane?  "Okay, just do the spell then. Turn me into Spike."
 

Now in his own body, Spike was starting to think this wasn't as good as an idea as he'd thought.  He was happy to be back to normal with a full range of facial expressions, but still...

Running through the mansion, he looked over his shoulder.  Almost as soon as he'd gotten to be back in his own body, Buffy had ambushed him.  Now she was chasing after him with a wedding ring and a cat-o-nine-tails, shouting out her love for him.

He ran for the stairs.  Buffy followed.  Somehow, he ended up in the bedroom. He was trapped.  Backing against the wall, he awaited the coming terror. Wait one bloody minute, he thought.  Why am I taking this?!?  I should just fight back!

And that's just what he did.  When Buffy arrived, he kicked her in the stomach and proceeded to fight.  Of course, she was armed with a whip and eventually got the upper hand.  She punched him, knocking him back, then pressed him against the bed.

"You've been a very bad boy."

She slipped the wedding ring on his finger and he felt his arm go numb.  No, it couldn't end like this....Nooooooo!!!!!!!
 

"Spike?"

Spike opened his eyes and looked up at Dru's concerned face.  He'd slept on his arm wrong, and now it was all pins and needles.  But he didn't care.  He was just glad to be back where he belonged.

"Spike, sweet, was there something nasty in your head?"

He smiled at her and sat up, taking her face in his hands.  "There is now, pet."

With that, he kissed her with as much passion as he could muster.  She moaned into his mouth and returned the kiss.  He moved from her mouth and worked his way down her neck while his hands removed her nightgown.  And just before he
shagged Dru senseless, he silently promised himself never to eat a B/Ser before bed again.