"Do you really think you will succeed? After all this time, you still think restoring my soul will do you any good?" Jenna laughed as she spoke, her bright blue eyes glittering with amusement. To any warm blooded man Jenna was the picture of perfection. Long wavy blond hair and a perky round face gave her the look of innocence. She looked around 25, but her eyes spoke of her real age. Her petite body was fitted with a clingy dark blue silk top with spaghetti straps, black slacks, and black spiked boots that clicked as she paced the cement floor. Jenna glared at her jailer through the iron bars that surrounded her in the small basement. "Why don't you just kill me and be done with it? That's what Slayers do, right?"

"You would like that wouldn't you." A firm voice spoke from the steps leading out of the basement. There sat a young woman in her mid twenties with her head buried in an old leather bound journal. Straight brown hair stopped just below her chin and hid her pale face as her eyes scanned the pages. "A quick death is too good for you." Jenna laughed again causing the woman on the steps to look up. Sharp green eyes flashed with anger at the smile on Jenna's face. "Once I find this spell you won't laugh anymore. I know my mother put it in here. And I know another witch who's done this spell more than once."

"Please, what makes you think putting my soul back in my body will make me feel guilty?" Jenna's voice heightened a little and the woman on the steps smiled letting her eyes drop back down to the yellow pages of the journal. Jenna heard the pages being turned and stopped pacing. The lack of noise made the woman on the steps look up again briefly.

"Nervous?" Jenna crossed her arms and watched silently as three more pages were turned. It was then that the woman on the steps finally stood. "When your soul returns, you will cry over the lives you have taken. You will beg for my forgiveness for killing my parents and my sister. You will want to help me rid the world of evil creatures like you. And you will thank me for restoring your humanity. And then of course… I'll laugh in your face." As the woman walked towards Jenna she started speaking another language. Her normally green eyes turned black as she spoke.

"No! No please!" Jenna screamed. She leapt at her captor but the bars stopped her.

Meanwhile….

Winifred (Fred) Burkle lay in Wesley's arms feeling a pain she didn't know could exist. It hurt to cry. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to just be. She wished the pain would just stop. She could hear Wesley's voice, but as the pain finally took over she his voice became softer and softer until she could no longer hear it. Then the pain was gone…

Fred opened her eyes and screamed.

"Shut up!" A voice yelled back at her. Fred frantically looked around and saw that she was in some sort of prison cell. It was dark and the lighting was bad but once her eyes adjusted she could see who had just yelled at her. A young woman who looked about her age stood outside of the prison cell glaring at her.

"Who… Who are you?" Fred stuttered.

"Don't play funny Jenna. The spell restores your soul, it doesn't wipe your memory. Though by now I'm sure you wish it had." The woman grinned.

"I'm… My name isn't Jenna… It's Fred." Fred grabbed onto the bars. "Please, my name is Fred…" It was then that Fred realized that her voice had changed. She looked down and saw clothes that were not her own. When she looked down blond hair fell into her face. She began to panic and scream. "I'm Fred! I'm Fred! Please I'm Fred!" She started to beat against the bars. "Please I'm Fred! I can prove it! I can! I'm Fred!" The woman continued to watch her with her arms crossed seeming unimpressed with Fred's outburst. "Please, just call my friends and I can prove who I am!" Tears found their way down Fred's cheeks and the woman finally uncrossed her arms. She opened a book she had been holding and began to read. After a few agonizingly silent minutes she closed the book and looked up.

"Don't go anywhere." She grinned again before turning and heading up the stairs.

As she headed up the stairs Sage couldn't help but feel that it wasn't Jenna's soul that she had just put in Jenna's body. When she entered the kitchen she slammed the basement door shut. Sighing, she fished her cell phone out from under stacks of newspapers piled on her dining table. She flipped it open and began scrolling down until she got to the W's.

Miles away Willow's phone rang. Willow had just been researching something for Buffy when she heard the familiar buzz of her phone. Without looking at the number she pressed Send and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Willow, it's Sage Pierce. I have a slight problem."

"Okay… What is it?"

"Remember that vamp I told you about, Jenna?"

"Yeah." Willow paused. "Did the spell not work?"

"That depends on your definition of 'work.' It put A soul in her just not HER soul."

"Well, that is actually possible. I've never heard of it happening, but if someone who really didn't want to die knew enough about witchcraft to hear or sense your spell… Well, yeah, it's possible. Has this soul said their name?"

"Fred. Well, actually Winifred Burkle."

"Oh Goddess…" Willow whispered.

"What?"

"I know her. But she died weeks ago in L.A."

"I don't think I'm dealing with someone who knows they've been dead for weeks."

"Well, yeah, in her mind her death just happened. One minute she was Fred and now… Where is she?"


"In a jail cell in my basement."

"In a what?" Willow shouted causing Sage to pull the phone away form her ear. "You go down there and let her out this instant!"

"I can't do that." Sage spoke so calmly it irritated Willow. "Good or bad, she's still a vamp. And if I let her out, what's to say she doesn't attack me?"

"I realize the past you have with vampires but you have to know that a vampire with a soul would never just attack without being provoked."

"So as long as I'm nice to fangy down there I won't get hurt?"

"Basically yes."

"Alright. I'll let her out. But you better get over here quick."

"I can be there by tonight." Sage felt disgusted with herself as turned and faced the basement door. She groaned as she opened the door and made her way back down the stairs. Her top lip curved upward as Jenna/Fred came into view.

"Please let me out." Sage tried not to shudder at the sound of her pleading voice. "Please." Sage dug into her pocket and pulled out an old fashioned looking key. She tossed it into the cell and nearly ran back up the stairs. She just couldn't bring herself to look at that body for another second.