A/N: Hi everyone! This is my sequel to Raped in Death. I've had the idea for this story brewing in my head since about the seventh chapter of my last story and I think this is going to be really good. I found out what my flaws where in the last story and I'm gonna try really hard to fix them in this one. Hopefully you enjoy the sequel to Raped in Death . . . Acting in Death.

.:Faith:.

P.S. This story takes place about, let's say six months after the last story

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either.

Rating: R, just for good measure

Prologue:

The play was going quite well. The house was packed on opening night, and everyone seemed to be enjoying it. The reviews were raving considering it was the first play rendition of Brave New World.

Kurt Delaney was standing inside the lighthouse for one of the final scenes.

Everyone is going to worship me by the time this play is over. Kurt thought as he fastened the noose around his neck.

Kurt was in a harness that the audience couldn't see, and backstage, two men were supposed to keep hold of Kurt so that he wouldn't strangle himself.

He said the line that he was supposed to say before he died, and he jumped down off of the platform that he was on.

Oh my god, something is wrong, why are the guys not holding me up?


Kurt was twitching and the audience just watched in awe at the amazing acting skills that were being played across the stage.

He was frantic looking around trying to see if anyone would help him, but everyone just though that he was acting. He tried to look backstage to see where his men where and saw them lying unconscious in a heap.

As Kurt took his last breaths, his gaze shifted to each of the cast members, the one that had a wicked, evil glare in his eyes was the one that caught Kurt's attention.

Kurt's eyes got wide as he sucked in his last breath before he fell limp, dead.

..

Faith Hargrove was sitting in the audience enjoying the performance that was unfolding in front of her, when she sensed that something was wrong.

"Oh my god," she said rushing out of her seat and moving toward the stage yelling for people to get out of the way

She rushed on stage and called out to the audience members, "Everyone listen up! I am an officer of the LAPD; I need you all to stay on the premises while I call for backup."

"I need backup at the Gallery Theater, 514 South Spring Street in Downtown Los Angeles." Fath said into her communicator

..

Buffy and Spike had been married for three months. The wedding had been beautiful; it was preformed in the garden with lush trees and exotic flowers.

Buffy had worn a traditional white dress, one that had been designed by Cordelia's newest flavor, Brad Roherbeck. Spike had looked elegant as always in basic black.

She had come home moments before with blood on her jeans, which had not been hers thankfully, and bruises all over her body.

As she walked down the aisle, she knew that those two little words would change her life, and his, forever.

When the priest had announced them man and wife, Buffy held back a wince while she thought, Now I'm stuck, there's no turning back now. She looked over at Spike and smiled, she was truly happy for the first time in her life.

Spike was now kissing his wife and fumbling with her button down shirt when Buffy's communicator beeped.

"I swear to god I'm going to kill whoever that is." Spike said angrily as he let Buffy up

Buffy got up, moved toward the table that held her communicator.

"Dispatch Summers, Lieutenant Buffy. Homicide, DOS. Gallery Theater 514 South Spring Street, Downtown Los Angeles"

"Dispatch acknowledged, notify McClay, Detective Tara."

"DOS?" asked Spike

"Dead on scene. Great, looks like we're going to the theater." She said as she buttoned her shirt, strapped on her weapon and walked out the door.