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Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot...Well, some of the plot, anyway. The characters, and some dialogue and situations belong to Mutant Enemy and whoever owns Buffy syndication rights now.

1: BECOMING

"God, he's gonna kill her."

Angelus advanced on Buffy, some light from somewhere glinting off the sharp sword he was threatening her with. Spike watched, having difficulty tearing himself away. The bint is crying...She really is in love with him, isn't she...

Shrugging, Spike turned and walked off with a limp Drusilla slumped in his arms.

"Now that's everything, huh? No weapons...No friends...No hope." Angelus's cruel smile split across his face.

Buffy closed her eyes. He's right, I have nothing now. No weapons, no home, no chance at anything happy or beautiful.

She tried not to hear him taunting her. "Take all that away...and what's left?"

Buffy's mind flashed back to earlier in the day, wondering what she could have done differently to produce a different ending. She remembered that weird demon - Whistler, that was his name - and his unconventional pep talk. "In the end, you're always by yourself. You're all you've got. That's the point."

Buffy could hear the wind hiss as Angelus thrust the sword into her face. Quick as lightening, her hands shot up to sandwich the blade.

I'm all I've got, she thought wryly. She opened her eyes and stared menacingly into her ex-boyfriend's. What's left, he'd asked? Well, he was fixing to find out. "Me."

* * * * * *

"Bugger." The bleached-blonde swerved the car and it screeched to a halt in the freeway shoulder. He glanced at the unconscious Dru. As soon as she'd woken up she'd called for her Daddy. Spike had knocked her out again.

Growling, he scolded himself for his stupidity. He should have known she'd always prefer Angel to him. Of course he loved his Dark Princess, more than anything, but he didn�t see the harm in driving the ten miles back to Sunnyhell for one last breif visit. After all, he owed Angel a big, dusty death.

"Wonder, what are you doin� now, mate?" Spike asked an absent Angelus. "I'll bet you're sucking the life right out of that sexy bird of yours."

Spike had gotten used to thinking of the Slayer as sexy. Sure, it had been shocking enough back in November, when he'd watched his minions' videos of her fighting. He'd started wanting her so badly he'd begun stroking himself as he watched her fight on tape.

And of course, she was as deadly to him as sunlight.

"Bugger," he said again. "Can't bloody get her out of my mind." He tossed his bottle of alcoholic beverage on the floor, and sharply pulled back onto the deserted freeway, speeding back towards Sunnydale.

* * * * * *

Willow felt the bed sheets slipping, pulling spell contents closer to the edge of the bed. She paused in her chanting for several seconds to tug the cloth back, and then continued.

Green sparks crackled around the Orb, but Willow was so intent on her chanting that she didn�t notice the undesired light.

* * * * * *

"Goodbye, Lover," the Slayer spat.

Buffy pushed the sword deep into Angelus's stomach, hearing his gasp of pain. Die, Angelus, you bastard.

The portal closed around the vampire, who was screaming pain so intense it overwhelmed his stomach's throbbing. The pain washed away thought and memory like a desert flood.

He opened his terrified, gentle eyes just as the portal closed round him. He had no recollection of what he was doing...wherever he was... but he had an idea. Terrifying guilt poured over him, incoherent knowledge of centuries of atrocities. "I'm sorry, Buffy," Angel whispered.

Buffy stared blankly at where Angelus had been seconds ago. I can't believe he's gone...I can't believe I killed Angel - even if he wasn't the same Angel I loved.

Leaving his car's engine running, Spike scrambled out and rushed down the steps, into the courtyard. "Slayer?" He called, following her smell at a run. "Slayer!"
Bloody hell, he thought. Why do I even care?

A few tears crept down Buffy's cheeks, but a solid barrier of surprise inhibited her ability to feel. She couldn't believe everything was really over.

"Slayer?" Buffy turned to look at him as he approached her. He grinned. "Guess Angelus - "

"I killed him."

Spike raised his eyebrows at her, impressed.

"I didn't even think about it. It was just like, 'Stab, you're it!'"

Spike looked into her hazel eyes. "Well, yeah. You're impulsive, Slayer, it's in your nature." With a smirk Spike pulled her into his arms and instantly a painful shock of energy surged through his body. He staggered backward at the same instant Buffy pushed him away. "I - I have to get out of here," she told him distractedly.

The vampire smirked. "All this closeness making you uncomfortable, luv?" Sure made his pants uncomfortable; being so close to her and smelling her vanilla-scented shampoo gave Spike one of the largest boners he'd ever had. He felt drawn to her.

"No - actually, yes - but I mean this town. I need to get out of Sunnydale."

"Oh. Well, I can see that," he said with what sounded like sympathy, sliding his hand around the back of her neck and massaging her ear with his thumb.

"That's great, Spike. Now bye." She stalked off in the wrong direction, hoping he couldn't smell the wetness between her legs. He is kind of hot... she justified. What? Evil vampire, hot? No! Bad, bad Buffy... Only a physical reaction, betrayal by the flesh...

"Door's this way, luv," he called out to her in an amused tone. "'Less of course you prefer dead ends."

Buffy followed him, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest to make sure he didn't make the mistake of thinking she was grateful.

* * * * * *

"Spike, just because I'm letting you give me a ride home, it doesn't mean we aren't enemies."

"Hell yeah, I'm evil, baby!" he growled, pulling over roughly on her street and running two tires up on the curb. He heard Drusilla's unconscious body slide around in the back seat.

Buffy looked at him scornfully. "Spike, you're wasted," she informed him snottily.

"We creatchures of the night can't get drunk. Vampire conshtitution and all."

"Whatever."

Spike dropped the keys into his pocket and made his way to Buffy's porch before realizing she'd gone along the side of the house. He took a swig of something very strong and followed her.

"Shneaking in, Shlayer? I thought chyou were too moral for tha'." He chuckled drunkenly.

"If you get me caught," Buffy hissed, "My mom'll be vacuuming you up off the floor tomorrow."

Spike had an inkling that his unlife had just been threatened, so he kept quiet as they entered her room.

After the Slayer had collected her things and left a note for her mother, she and Spike climbed back out her window.

"So, you're sherious abou� this shkipping town deal?" Spike asked. He felt surprisingly guilty about helping her run away.

"I - can't stay here..." she mumbled.

Nodding, Spike walked her back to his car. "Geddin."

Incredulously, Buffy looked at him as she opened the passenger seat door. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she inquired.

"Schlayer, I don�t - lissen, le's chat about thish later, arright?"

"Spike, what..." She watched him sniff the air, his wrinklies rising out of his forehead.

"Dru. She's gone."

* * * * * *

"'Orrid, naughty Slayer," Dru moaned. "Stealing away my Daddy and my Spike." She walked along a torch-lit stone passageway. "But soon the water turns, and the earth will sing her lowest song to you."

Dru pushed open ornately carved doors with a soft cackle. "Soon the pretty Slayer will pay me back..."

* * * * *

"There's another McDonald's, Spike!"

"Slayer," he demanded, "Would you shut up already? I'm tryin� to drive here." Buffy decided that maybe there was something to his claims about a "vampire constitution." Already he seemed sober, although more irritable than usual.

Of course, his touchiness could be related to her presence in the car. "Driving would be easier if you were sober. And besides, I'm hungry." She pouted, the reflection in her glossy bottom lip catching Spike's eye. She's the Slayer, mate, he reminded himself. She'd dust you for even thinking it.

He stared pointedly at her neck. "You think I'm not hungry?" he asked suggestively, cocking his head.

"Ew, gross, Spike."

He drove in silence. He didn't know what to say - she'd already told him to take or to Los Angeles, so no room for conversation there. And every time he brought up the case of the missing Drusilla they began hurling accusations.

"Fine." He relented, and turned onto the exit ramp, above which was a neon sign for McDonald's. He thought he saw Buffy drooling - but maybe that was just her lip gloss.

* * * * * *

They were sitting outside, on the curb near his car. The crescent moon looked a bit spindly and pathetic, and the city smog veiled most of the stars. Just wait til we get to LA, Spike thought.Even Dru had trouble finding the stars there.

Dru. He missed her already. Drusilla was the love of his unlife, his definition of passion. For the thousandth time that night, he asked himself what he was doing helping the Slayer. Little old Becca and her blasted Sunnyhell farm were the two things Spike hated most in the world. The only excuse he could find for his actions was that he had a third thing he hated: the image of the spunky, sassy, sexy Slayer, limp in Angelus�s arms, her neck a bloody mess. The same thing he hated about the Slayer drew him to her � she was so full of energy and hate for vampires � and it seemed sacrilegious for her to be done in by the creatures she loathed.

Buffy tossed her wrappers away, and ran into Spike. She tried to step back, but his hands pressed into her lower back, holding her to him. "My turn." He traced a finger down her throbbing vein. With a grin he imagined her writhing and screaming beneath him as he yet again tasted the blood of a Slayer. Every thing he�d done to aid her that night only made him more resentful of her, because he knew she was somehow ensnaring him. He didn�t want her dead, or hurt too badly...But neither was Spike a stupid souled Poof, and the fact that he was displaying Slayer altruism, for no reason he could state, disgusted him.

Buffy tried to feel repulsed, but it wasn't working out for her. His gold eyes watched her steadily. His lips were inches from hers, and slowly they came up to press savagely against her mouth. Her heart was beating wildly, and he could hear it.

His unnecessary breaths blew air on her cheek, her ear, her jawbone...and she just wanted him closer. She slid her body up against his, her loins throbbing for contact. The fact that he wanted to stand this close to her, press his body into hers was intoxicating, and Buffy was incapable of finding a reason to stop him. She didn�t want to stop him.

Never counted on it being this easy... Spike thought. He�d been on his guard; in front of him was one hell of a Slayer, and he hadn't expected her to let him take her blood without a fight. She quivered with anticipation. She felt sure Spike could feel her puckered nipples poking into his chest, even through all their layers. And she knew he could smell the wetness dripping from her core.

Spike licked a spot on her neck, and she melted in his arms, letting out one quiet wimper. That's sexy - no, bad Buffy! A small growl vibrated his chest as he slowly he sank his fangs into the Slayer's jugular, taking several small pulls of her blood.

Buffy gasped as unexpected euphoria tore through her inexperienced body. Feels so...Aah. Didn�t expect it not to hurt....

He didn't remember Slayer blood having this effect. Aphrodesiac, yes. Delicious as hell, absolutely. But angry electricity sparks seemed to be shooting from one part of his body to the next, excruciating yet wonderful like the burn of hard liquor tossed down the throat. The red liquid filled his stomach and Spike felt filled with more, with some ancient memory or dark, condemning wisdom.

As Spike removed his fangs and began sucking at and cleaning the bite, the entire area around him and Buffy went dark. Spike's vampire seeing caught lights flashing out in all the surrounding blocks.

Something about this wasn't normal. Supernatural, decided Buffy as the sky and moon flashed red, white lightening ripping a whole in the hue. Definitely supernatural.

"Bloody hell," came from Buffy's lips. "Slayer, what the hell am I doing in your body?"

* * * * * *

///Author's note: from this point onwards (until it's no longer applicable) "Buffy" refers to Buffy's mind in Spike's body, and "Spike" refers to Spike in Buffy's body. For those who asked, Buffy sounds like Spike while she's in his body. Imagine it like S4 Who Are You, only with Spike instead of Faith.///

The vampire and the Slayer stared at each other, adjusting to being in each other's bodies. "Who the hell would to this to us? Who could do this to us?" Buffy frantically ran her fingers through her newly acquired platinum hair.

"Got any enemies who'd love torture you, Slayer? Cos this sure is Hell."

"Ha, ha," Buffy replied sarcastically. Although personally, she wasn't that horrified. When Spike got too boring to listen to, she knew she could amuse herself with her new body - which, she had to admit, was an extremely attractive body. She hadn't had very much exposure to naked male bodies, especially naked Spike bodies, and she was up to a little exploration, provided that the former owner was nowhere nearby.

The two continued bickering until Buffy, unsure about when the sun was going to come up, decided she didn't want to dust if it caught her by surprise. She dragged Spike back to the car and he resumed driving.

"Slayer," Spike scolded, "You haven't got a driver's license, have you?" He'd finished searching her purse, jacket, and jeans pockets.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy kept staring out the window. "Have you?"

"Well, no, but - Bloody hell, woman! Could you not argue with me for just one bloody second? It's your fault if I get pulled over because you never got yourself a stupid little card."

Quietly, Buffy fine-tuned her skills at acting superior. He was just so irritating - why did she let him drive her anyway? Come to think if it, why was his car even there to drive her, instead of miles away...? "Spike?" she asked innocently.

"Yeah?"

"Exactly what part of 'leave Sunnydale and never come back' doesn't make sense to you?"

Spike tried to growl, but Buffy's voice box wasn't made for it, and his growl came out sounding like a car engine very much on its last legs. "The part where nancy-boy kicks your ass when there's no one there to help you!" he retorted. Truthfully, Spike didn't know why he'd come back to Sunnydale like he promised not to. But he was beginning to he hadn't.

"Spike, the only ass that got kicked was his. And I don't remember your being there - you showed up after, for cleanup. Oh - turn left here, I think. This is Buena Vista..."

Spike ignored her directions, turning angrily into the parking lot for the hotel across the street. Who did the Slayer think she was, ordering him around? She may like to think she's above us vampires, he chuckled to himself, But right now, she IS one.

"Slayer." Spike tossed her a Neiman-Marcus purse. "You're paying for your room with your money, and I'm paying -" he pushed Buffy to the wall, reaching into the duster she wore and grabbing a wallet, "with mine."

"Hey!" Buffy shouted at him as he entered the lobby. "You think I'm gonna let you stay alone, with my body?! You're delusional!"

Spike smirked as he walked through the doors. "Try to stop me, Slayer."

Buffy raced through the doors and darted between customers with suitcases and the employees with dry-cleaning racks. She arrived at the kiosk and could see Spike still struggling to get through the crowds. It seemed a buff, shirtless man was talking to him insistently. Buffy sighed. How come the hottie talks to me when I'm not in there? Not that this body isn't any good or anything... she thought, running her hand over her new abs.

"Excuse me, sir, can I help you?" the receptionist asked, brushing a copper lock of hair behind her ear and blushing prettily. Buffy's new vampire ears could hear the redhead's heart beating rapidly.

Oh God, oh God...She's coming on to me! "I, um, my...wife and I, we need a room." Buffy tapped her black nails on the counter nervously. She is so not gonna buy that..

"Of course," the girl said, and Buffy could almost see the disappointed "fuck" that was trying to escape from the girl's lips. "Would you like queen-sized, king-sized, or a suite?"

"Uh..." said Buffy intelligently. Spike was approaching. "Um, there's my wife now...I'll go ask her." Buffy stalked over to Spike, and glared down at him. She was ready to forcefully inform him that they were sharing a room, but unfortunately the receptionist followed. "Er, hello, darling," she greeted, a forced smile on her lips.

"Slayer, what the bloody -"

The receptionist began to speak. "Sir, have you and your wife decided yet? There are some other customers waiting."

Suddenly understanding the situation, Spike turned to the receptionist. "There's been a mistake. We're not supposed to be sharing a room. In fact, it'd be great if you put us opposite ends of the bloody building." The receptionist stared at Spike incredulously. She assumed the petite girl was joking...but the tone of her voice had been so serious.

"Ha, ha, ha! She's kidding - really, she's such a comedian! We've decided to share a king-sized room." Buffy liked large beds - lots of sprawling room.

"Certainly," replied the receptionist. "Would you like the $85 a night option, or the $110 one?"

Spike waited for Buffy to pay, but she turned to him, saying "Honey? You have the money, remember?" Grumbling, but not finding a way out the situation, Spike handed the receptionist a wad of green bills. The receptionist handed Buffy two keys, and told them to have a nice day, trying to get rid of them.

"You'll pay for that, Slayer," Spike grumbled.

"Really? You're not gonna hurt me. I'm in your body."

Spike ran a finger down the vain in his wrist. "But I can hurt yours."

Buffy glared at him. "You're a moron - that would kill me. And since you're IN my body, you'd get to die with it. Not to mention that anything you do to my body while you�re in it, I bet you feel. Just to let you know." She stalked off, pounding in frustration on the elevator buttons. When the elevator took too long descending from the 17 floors, she gave up and made her way to the stairs.

Spike was close behind. "Not so fast, Slayer." He jumped up on the stair in front of her, blocking her from climbing any higher. "Pay me back. Half of the cost for the room, I want you to give it to me."

Lips closed tightly, Buffy shook her head.

He took one step closer, a small and frightening smile curling his lips. Spike pressed his body up against hers, experiencing the odd sensation of feeling his own body from the outside. Against his female thigh he could feel...Oh Christ, was he turning the Slayer on? "Slayer," he told her suggestively, "I had no idea you..." he looked down.

Buffy would have blushed furiously if she'd had blood in her cheeks. Shifting so that her erection no longer touched Spike, she glared defiantly despite her surrender. "Fine. I'll give you the money. Now get off me."

Spike backed up, but his senses screamed in disappointment at the lack of contact. Boring into her bright blue eyes, he brushed his fingertips down her cheek. It didn�t matter that they were his eyes, his cheek, because he knew she could feel the touch. She closed her eyes in a mixture of pain, annoyance, and ecstasy.

Then suddenly she pushed past him and ran up the stairs, leaving him sprawled on the steps. Bloody hell, he thought.

I hope the body swap isn't too confusing. For those who are wondering, Spike has Buffy's voice while in her body, and while in his body she has his.

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