It was a rainy day in Forks. Bella was curled up on the couch with a blanket around her icy shoulders. She sighed and shook her head. She kept telling Edward that she was a vampire now and that she didn't need blankets, but he had a knack for being over-protective. Right at this moment he was making coacoa. He looked so insistent and she didn't want to hurt his feelings by saying remembered when she loved coacoa. Now she wasn't so fond of it. "BELLA!" Alice was knocking at the front door.

"BELLA! IT"S MEE!" "I know Alice, I'm not blind!" said Bella as she unlocked the front door… and felt herself being squished. "Alice…being… squished… help… Carlisle…" Carlisle walked inside and Alice finally let go. "Hey Bella," Carlisle hugged her "where's Edward? I need to speak to him about…something." "He's in the kitchen making coacoa." "But Bella," Alice looked genuinely dumb-founded, "you are a vampire. You don't need coacoa to keep you warm, you need a nice night with Edward, on the sofa, having-˝ "CARLISLE! What are you doing home?" "Err… I need to talk to you." Carlisle ushered Edward into the corner and they talked in low whispers. Bella could hear exactly what they were saying. It sounded like: I got in contact, and they've decided to- "BELLA!! Oh my God, let's do MAKEOVERS! Oh I know exactly what we're gonna do with you…" and with that Bella was dragged upstairs. Bella may have been a vampire now, but Alice was SERIOUSLY strong. Plus, Bella wasn't really that interested in what the guys were talking about- if it was deadly important, Edward would tell her. So Bella followed Alice upstairs and let her self become a vampire-y version of a Barbie doll.

A few hours later, and Bella looked like she fell in a bucket full of body glitter. Alice (later joined by Rosalie) had made her try on at least 100 different outfits, nodding or shaking their heads. Eventually, Bella escaped, but only just. She wondered down the stairs, shaking all the excess glitter off her too-tight dress. Bella may have changed in some ways but she was still embarrassed by short dresses. "Bella? Is that you?" She spun around. "Hey honey." Bella gave him a kiss on the cheek. "What's up? You look troubled." "It's just… well… the Masens are coming." "The who?"

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Spike looked at the time on the dashboard of the van. "We should be there by now! Bloody hell!" "Spike!" Buffy yelled. "I told you, no talking! Shh!" "Well, luv, I told you, it's not easy for me to zip it. Talking, for me, is like being a geek, for Xander. We can't help it." "Spike! That's not- wait. Geek? Did you just call me a-" "ENOUGH!" Giles yelled. "Spike, apologise. Xander, face the music. Everyone, behave!" Everyone was quiet. "…So, Giles, what do you mean by 'face the music'? Are you saying I'm a-" "BLOODY HELL!" The van screeched to a halt. There was a figure in the middle of the road. A muscly figure. Beside him was a girl, she was short and thin, and her skin was… well, it was too pale to be human. Buffy knew what this creature was immediately. It was a vampire. "Stay here, guys." Buffy said, as she jumped out of the van. "Hey" the girl waved as Buffy got closer. "What were you doing in the middle of the road?" "Uhh…" the man replied. "Crossing it?" "Oh." She turned to the girl. "You do realise you're a vampire, right?" "Yeah…" The girl grinned. "Can you stop grinning?" "Why?" "Because I'm a slayer. As in a vampire slayer." The girl stopped smiling. "…shit. So, like, are you going to kill me?" "Well, I don't have to, but that's generally the idea…" The man growled like… like a dog. "Don't you dare touch her…" Buffy liked the look of this guy. He was tall, tanned, musclier than any of the boyfriends she'd had…. and for some reason, he reminded her of Oz, Willow's ex… "I… I wasn't going to hurt her…" Buffy trailed off.

"Oi. Slayer. What's the hold-up?" Spike swaggered over and waved. "Hi I'm Spike, I'm a vampire…" "What? A slayer dating a vampire? You were going to kill Jo when you're dating one yourself… You.. you hypocrite!" Muscles was shaking with anger. The girl called 'Jo' put her hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear and he immediately stopped shaking, but his face was still a little blushed. "We're not… I mean we're not-" Buffy had an idea. Jealousy had been known to work wonders in the past… who said it wouldn't work on this guy? "Spike… you don't have to be shy about our…" Buffy caressed Spikes face "…relationship." "Bloody hell slayer… OK, who are you? And what on earth have you done with Summers?" "Spike, whatever do you mean? It's me!" Buffy smiled playfully at Spike, who shook his head. "No way in hell is that you…" Buffy dropped her smile and snatched her hand away from Spikes cheek. While all of this had been happening, the boy and girl had escaped. "Spike! Why did you let them get away?" "What? Me? You were the one with your hands all over my face!" "Why didn't you play along? We could have had them as hostages!" "No, you could have had a new toy boy for another month or so." Buffy shook her head "No Buffy, don't deny it, you had your eyes all over his hunky chest! I'm not blind!" "Argh!" Buffy stormed back to the van. Spike went to turn around, and head back to the van himself, when he noticed a smell. A very familiar smell. It smelt like salt water and an exotic perfume. It reminded him of the old days. The really, really, really old days. "Will?" a girl asked. "Is…is that you?" Spike swung around. "JAC!?!?"