((Author's Notes: Okay, here's a crazy idea the two of us had while chatting online. This story was written when we were both bored and hyper (bad combination)! So beware. Also, the vampire/demon Kayla (Spike's "sister") and Cherry the vengeance demon (Anya's sister) are in it, so you know.))
Disclaimer: Joss made it all up in his head.
Buffy Summers got up from the dinner table and sighed. "I guess it's time for me to go out and patrol again, isn't it?" She groaned as her Watcher gave her a look. "What? I didn't say I wasn't going! I just wanted to know if I really, really had to!" She rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. Sacred duty, blah, blah." She picked up her weapons bag and turned to the Scoobies. "Alright, good luck with the research on our new big baddies. I'll be back soon."
Kayla and Cherry sat in the Bronze together, bored as hell. The young vampire looked around the room, searching for a bite to eat. She was distracted by a faint metallic noise. She looked beside her to see Cherry playing with a small, metal box-like things with a big button on top. "What are you doing Cherry?" She raised a thin brow at the demon.
"I dunno. Some weird demon gave me this thing and I wonder what it does…" She stared at it some more. "But it can do something. I'm sure of that." Suddenly, she squealed with delight. "Ooh! Can I push it?"
Kayla frowned. "Well…no!"
"Why the hell not?" Cherry frowned, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. "It looks like fun!"
The vampire rolled her eyes. "Who really cares? God only knows what it will do! What if it, like, has a garlic bomb or something in it?!"
"You're so paranoid! It could be a weapon though! Nah…couldn't be." She looked deflated for the moment, before her eyes lit up once more. "It could be a cherry popsicle maker!" She bounced with excietment then frowned again. "Maybe not…" She sighed. "Well, I'll never figure it out like this! I'll just have to push the button."
Kayla snatched it away. "No, no button for Cherry!" She then stood. "C'mon, let's blow this scene, it's getting boring."
Cherry sighed, defeated for the moment and followed Kayla out the door and down the street.
Buffy jumped about three feet into the air when a stick cracked behind her. "Got you spooked there, luv?" It was Spike…as usual.
"No! I just…Well, yea, kinda. But between you and me, it didn't happen!" She folded her arms over her chest. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well, I figured Little Miss Blondie could use some help on her nightly patrol." He frowned. "And there was nothing good on the bloody television."
Buffy sighed. "There's nothing here worth fighting." She looked at Spike. "Can we go home now?"
He smirked. "Is that an invitation, luv?" He raised his eyebrows.
The Slayer rolled her eyes. "Don't call me that. Let's just go before some bad thing comes and decides to ruin the rest of my evening…night…uh…never mind. Let's just go." The two of them turned and headed towards 1630 Revello Drive.
Cherry and Kayla walked down Revello Drive chattering about their latest victims when they passed the Summers' residence and also happened to see Spike and Buffy on the porch.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Buffy the Vampire Layer!" Cherry laughed before taking a bite out of her cherry popsicle.
"No, no, no, Cherry, you got it wrong! It's Spike the Vampire Slayer Layer!" The two girls broke into fits of giggles as both Slayer and Souled Vampire headed towards them.
"You wanna make something out of it, ya little pint sized brat?" Spike glared a his "sister". He cracked his knuckles as a threat.
"No, not really. I don't much feel like killing you and your little "luv" tonight. Maybe some other time?" Kayla snickered and grinned at her "older brother."
"Ugh!" cherry yelled. "I dropped my popsicle! This is SO unfair!" She sighed and glanced down at her poor, fallen dessert. "I can't believe-HEY!" She saw her little, metal box in the pocket of Kayla's coat. "That's MY little box thing-a-ma-jigger! Give it back!" She lunged at the vampire-demon.
Spike and Buffy stared at the two fighting girls. How weird were they? One minute, they were threatening to kill both Slayer and Vampire, the next, they were fighting over a box!
"What's going on?" Xander called from the porch. In the struggle Xander, Willow, Giles, Anya, and the rest of them had come out on the porch to see what all the racket was.
Anya looked over and saw her little sister. "Oh crap!"
Giles took off his glasses. (And guess what!) He cleaned them.
Kayla and Cherry tumbled to the ground, each trying to get the box thing-a-ma-jigger first. Unfortunately, both girls tumbled right on top of the box and it was crushed.
Suddenly a bright light appeared around both Anya and Spike before the two of them crashed to the ground.
"Well, this should be entertaining for a while. I mean, this is gonna be so funny!" Cherry laughed and stood. "I can't wait!" She offered a hand to Kayla. "C'mon, Kayla, let's go!" Before anyone could say another word, the two of them had fled.
Spike woke up and shook his head, only to have long, blonde hair fall into his face. What the bloody hell? He then realized that someone was holding his hand. He looked over and wanted to scream. "XANDER?!" He sat up straight in bed. "Bloody hell! Get off my arm, you whelp!"
Xander looked taken aback. "What's wrong, Ahn? Did I do something wrong? Oh, yea, and why are you talking like Spike?"
Anya yawned and sat up, only to find Buffy sitting next to her. She blinked and smiled, wondering where Xander was. Suddenly, without warning, Buffy leaned forwards and kissed her full on the lips. "Oh Spike, you had me so worried!"
"Buffy, I, uh, I hate to break it to you, but I don't feel that way about you. I don't exactly flow that way." She felt rather uncomfortable.
"Are you trying to tell me you're gay?!" Buffy jumped back. "I-I mean, are you like…cheating on me?"
"What are you talking about? I love Xander!"
Buffy's eyes grew about three times their normal size.
"Spike, are you feeling okay?" Buffy placed a hesitant hand on her arm. Anya looked down, confused.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Spike backed away from Xander. "I'm not your bloody bitch! She's probably on the other side of the house, complaining about something or the other!" He left the room and headed into the hallway. He stopped by a mirror, shocked at what he saw. Looking back at him was…ANYA?!
Anya ran away from Buffy and into the bathroom to hide. She glanced at the mirror, only to find she had no reflection. She touched her neck. No wound, so she hadn't been bitten. What was going on? She waved her hand in front of the glass and realized that her hand was larger, rougher, and had chipped, black polish on the nails. She looked down at herself and realized she was dressed in a long, black coat and was at least six inches taller than usual. She checked out the rest of her clothing. The only person she knew that owned such an outfit was…SPIKE?!