Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS, I just want Spike… however am content with writing about it.

Summary: What if Buffy grabbed the amulet Spike wore in Chosen? What if they ended up in the time of the Angelius vamps? What would happen to these two who hate that they love each other?

This is a challenge given to me by BellaVision and I just hope that I can do it justice.

Chapter 1: What are we doing here?

Buffy stirred slightly as she looked around her. She stopped. Where the heck am I, she thought as she moved. She was in an alley… somewhere. It smelled like fire and brimstone, like the way she envisioned Hell to look like. You know, when she wasn't in it. But where was she?

She remembered Sunnydale, she remembered the First, she remembered going down into the Hellmouth, and she remembered Spike.

Buffy stopped short.

Oh, God, Spike.

Spike had the amulet Angel had given to her that was meant to go to her Champion, whom she had chosen as Spike. The amulet had taken affect and Buffy could see Spike in her mind glowing as she stood with him at the stairwell to the Hell mouth.

The golden glow was everywhere but Buffy didn't notice, not as she watched Spike, who looked in pain but still standing.

"Go on, then," Spike said, not looking at her, trying to hold the power together.

Buffy shook her head, "You've done enough, you can still.." she starts to say because she wants him with her. She wants to get out of hell together, like they always have.

Spike has cut her off, giving her that look like it doesn't matter, "No, you beat them back , it's for me to do the clean-up."

Dimly Buffy registers that Faith had called down to her, but right now all she see is the bleach blonde vampire that made her life hell telling her to leave him behind.

Spike, seeing that she hadn't moved an inch, looks at her, "Gotta go, lamb. I think it's fair to say school's out for bloody summer."

The debris was everywhere but Buffy still hasn't moved, still staring at the amulet and the man that was willing to take the all consuming power that went with it. He was going to sacrifice himself for the world, for the Scoobies, her sister, the Slayers… for her.

This was not happening. Not now. Not to him.

Buffy grabbed the amulet and was able to yank it off Spike when she felt this overwhelming dizziness. She was wondering if it was from her wound from earlier. She didn't really have much time to contemplate that because she soon fell into the obsidian black of unconsciousness.

That was all Buffy could remember really. She looked down at her hands, which were covered in soot and dirt. She had all ten fingers. Hell, she knew she had ten fingers.

Getting up from the cold ground she stumbled, much like the way she had when she had first made it out of her grave a year ago. It was torture, being this discombobulated but she eventually made it to the mouth of the alley and with that her breath catch in her throat.

Fire was everywhere and smoke blocked the night sky, giving it an ominous tone to it. However, it wasn't the destruction Buffy could see that scared her.

She had no clue where she was but she couldn't deny the feeling like she had been there before. People screamed and yelled in Chinese, their clothes old- fashioned and something Buffy only ever saw in high school when she flipped through history book during her boredom in class.

She looked down at her clothes and promptly backed her way into the alley again, away from sight. She was wearing a black Victorian dress with white, gray, and black accented lace that peeked in and out in various places. It was a beautiful dress but even that wasn't comforting at all. Her shoes were gray ankle boots with a little heel, cute, but it was a good thing Buffy was used to heels. Downeside to this was Buffy felt like she couldn't breathe with the corset sucking the air from her lungs and the modest amount of petticoat that she could feel under the huge skirt that dragged on the ground. Her hair was loosely curled and pulled halfway up. Last but not least, Buffy could feel the weight of a cross around her neck; having been used to the shape and feel of a cross against her skin for six-seven years she didn't even have to look to tell you that.

Buffy made her way out of the alley way again and took smooth, careful steps into the street, feeling oddly calm compared to the people panicking all around her.

Just then a paper catch in the wind snagged on her dress and Buffy reached down to pull it off, only stopping to find that not only was Chinese on the paper but it was also written in English somehow. Old English, mind you, but English was English.

It read really nothing important and Buffy almost tossed it over her shoulder that is until she caught the date on the paper. The year was 1900.

Damn.

Buffy squeezed her eyes shut. If there was a period that history that Buffy could remember it was this, mostly because she remembered Slayer memories. And she had also heard a certain blonde vampire talking about this before. How the Hell did this happen? What had happened that she was now here?

She was in China during the Boxer Rebellion.

This was not good.

Spike opened his eyes, his eyes adjusting to the red orange haze of a fire around him that seemed familiar but foreign, like an old photograph.

Just where in bloody Hell was he.

"My sweet William, look at the mess you made," Spike heard someone say. Suddenly something entered Spike's vision and with a start he realized who it was. However impossible it was.

But here she was, standing over him, the familiar crazed look in her eyes.

"Dru?"

A/N: Ok, this peeps should be interesting. My thanks to BellaVision for the idea and we will see what happens. Alright, you know the drill, read and review, heck give me ideas because I have at least 69 more chapters to go. *falls over* hahahaha

Later

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