A/N As the new seasons begin on TV, there are two very significant shows that are missing. It's obvious what they are. Well, I'm going to do my best to fill the gap. I'm going to continue as much as I possibly can with the Buffy/Angelverse I've created. So, here for you now, is My Own Version of the Buffyverse 4!

Chapter 1

Buffy sat on the headstone watching the dirt below her. Summer had come and gone and fall was in the air. The new Council was now at the Hyperion, which was buzzing with work, and she was at the head of it all. Giles came to visit every now and then, but he mostly stayed in England where the training camp was located. The top two floors of the Hyperion were turned into big penthouses for what was left of the Scooby Gang. Willow and Xander shared a penthouse on the fifth floor. Faith and Spike shared the other on the fifth floor. Illyria had chosen a regular room to herself on the fifth floor. And the entire sixth floor was turned into an apartment for Buffy, Angel, Dawn, and Connor to live in.

The original Slayer had decided to go out on a routine patrol to get away from the hustle and bustle of Council work. For most people, going out and facing down newly risen vampires would be a good reason to stay in and hide, but for Buffy, it was look therapy. An outlet for all her frustrations. The hunt cleared her mind and she was able to think straight. It felt good to get back to the basics. Even if basic was a foreign word to her these days. Being the head Slayer was terrifying and hard work. She actually missed being CEO of an evil law firm. Maybe because her husband had been co-CEO and it had taken a load off of her. Not this time. He was only there to help the other Slayers. Buffy was on her own as head Slayer.

The dirt below her began to stir. "Finally!" She hopped down and stood at the foot of the grave, stake at the ready. The new vampire slowly crawled out of its grave and glared menacingly at her, baring its teeth. The vamp had once been a woman named Martha Jones. She had been the single mother of three kids and a nurse at Ceder-Sanai. Buffy had read about her death in the paper and the way she had died had been the same old tale of a vamp-attack. Now, Martha pulled herself out of her grave and lunged at Buffy. "Not tonight, Martha." Buffy plunged the stake into the vamp's heart and she exploded into a spray of dust.

It was always hard to be the one who knew the answers to all the mysterious, unsolved murders. Especially in cases like this. The woman had had a family. Buffy knew what that was like, being a mother to her teenage son, Connor, and a guardian to her teenage sister, Dawn. Pocketing the stake, Buffy moved away from the now-silent grave and headed back towards the entrance of the cemetery. Just like most of her nights, the Slayer was once again surrounded by death. It was tiresome. Buffy was 23 years old and for the past nine years, she had been battling the death non-stop. She had even succumbed to death twice in her life. Maybe she'd be able to live at least one day as a normal 23 year old in the future. That is if she had a future. It was always unclear to her whether she would live to see tomorrow.

At the entrance to the cemetery, she decided to take the long way home and enjoy the nice night. She could actually see the stars through the smog tonight and the air was just perfect. It was crisp, but not cold enough for a coat. Breathing deeply, Buffy moved through the night slowly. Just as she reached a side street, she heard a scream come from a block away. Whipping out her stake, she headed in the direction of the scream and threw herself into the alley. But there was no one there. She listened again, but there was only silence.

"Hello?" Nothing but her echo.

Just as she looked up, a man in a long, dark, Matrix-style coat leaped down on top of her and tackled her to the ground. She managed to roll away and spring to her feet, facing the man. Or the demon. At first glance, it appeared to be a good looking man until you looked a little closer. His eyes were glowing yellow and his teeth, all of them, were razor sharp. He almost looked like a cat. Even his hands looked like the claws of a cat.

"Good kitty.... Nice kitty." Buffy said.

"Sssssslayer." It hissed.

"Sssssnowbell."

"You are perrrfect for her. Ssssshe will be mossssst pleassssed."

"Who will?" The Cat-Man attacked and Buffy dodged. But she was off balance by a fraction of a second and the thing raked its claws across her forearm. "Ow!" She turned to counter the attack, but Cat-Man blew a cloud of fog or smoke at her. She batted at the smoke and coughed, but when the smoke cleared, Cat-Man was gone. The claw marks stung and were bleeding pretty nicely. "Stupid cat." She turned and headed home.

"Hey ducks." Spike said as Buffy walked into the Hyperion. "You ok?"

"Yeah." Buffy looked down at her ruined shirt sleeve. "I just had a run in with Sylvester."

"Stallone?"

"The cat." Xander said. "Right?"

"Yeah. Sylvester the Cat-Man." Buffy said.

"Cat-Man? You've got your cartoons and comics mixed up. I thought I taught you better than that."

"You did. But this guy was like half-man, half-cat. He scratched me, blew some kind of smoke at me, and then ran off."

"Let me see." Xander said. "Here. Sit down." He pulled up a chair and Buffy sat. Xander ripped off the rest of her sleeve and looked at Spike. "Can you get me the first aid kit?"

"Sure." Spike went to the little bathroom behind the reception desk.

"Well, the good news is that the scratches aren't as deep as you thought you little wimp."

"There's bad news?" Buffy asked.

"Yes. You're tan is fading."

"Xander...."

"Sorry. Thanks." Xander took the first aid kit and got to work.

"Where is everyone? When I left here it was like a circus."

"It's past eleven. Everyone went home for the day." Spike said.

"I didn't realize I'd been out for so long."

"Spike and I're the clean up crew." Xander said.

"You may be, but I'm just here to watch the telly." Spike countered. "Faith's watching some practical joke show marathon on the Sci-Fi channel and I didn't want to miss Ben Affleck on Saturday Night Live." Buffy shot Spike a look. "What? He's a funny guy. Did you see him in 'Chasing Amy' and 'Dogma'? Genius."

Buffy just shook her head. "Where's Angel?"

"Upstairs helping Dawn with her history homework." Xander said, putting the final touches on the bandages. "There. You'll be good as new in no time. As for your shirt...." He held up the sleeve.

"I'm going to throw it away." Buffy sighed. "You know, I don't know why I shop at the mall and all those little boutiques on Redeo Drive. Wal-Mart and Family Dollar would probably be easier on my checkbook."

"Where's the fun in wearing what the average lower middle class woman is wearing?"

"They don't have to spend countless dollars on dry cleaning bills."

"Invest in Dryell. That stuff really works." Spike said.

"Gee, thanks. I'm going to bed guys. See you in the morning."

"Night Buff." Xander said.

"Night Slayer." Spike said.

Upstairs, Dawn was just heading off to bed and Angel was sitting in the living room watching TV. "Where's Connor?"

"In his room." Angel said, getting up. "How was patrol?"

"Mr. Bigglesworth attacked me."

"The cat from the 'Austin Powers' movies?"

"Yeah. Only this was Mr. Bigglesworth 9.0. He was half-man, half-cat."

"Are you ok?" Angel asked, examining her arm.

"Yeah. It's throbbing slightly, but that's probably because Xander put the tape on too tight. I'm headed to bed. Tell Connor I'll see him in the morning."

"Ok." Angel kissed her lightly. "I'll be in bed shortly. Just wanted to see the opening part of Saturday Night Live."

"What is it with you vampires and Ben Affleck?"

"He's hosting tonight? How'd you know?"

"Spike. Good night, Angel."

"Night."


Buffy sat in her office the next afternoon listening to the two Slayers bicker at each other. They had been brought up to her because they had been almost near a fight, yelling at the top of their lungs and right in each others faces. Buffy couldn't seem to concentrate on anything they said. She had this throbbing headache to go along with the throbbing in her arm. The scratches were almost completely healed, but they still hurt. All day had been like this. She had woke up with the headache and it had put her in a bad mood. It was like a cloud had moved in over her. To make the day even better, the forecast seemed to match her mood. It was seriously overcast outside and raining pretty heavy.

Finally, Buffy couldn't take the bickering anymore. "Hey!" She yelled. It worked. The two shut up and stared at her. "Get over it. Whatever you two are bitching about? I don't care. Compared to my problems, yours are just dust in the wind. In other words: an annoyance. Get out." The girls stared at her, shell shocked. "What? Did all the yelling at each other make you deaf? I said get out." The two stood in a hurry and left. "Idiots."

Buffy stared at the paper in front of her, trying to concentrate, but no luck. The door opening interrupted her lack of thought. It was Angel. "Hey, are you ok?"

"Fine."

"What happened with Serena and Charlie?"

"Who?"

"Serena and..... Buffy, what's the matter with you?"

"I said I'm fine. Really."

"You're sweating and your pale as death."

"It's hot in here."

"Really? You want me to turn on the AC?"

"No. I can do it. I'm not helpless."

"I know you're not."

"Then why are you pestering me?"

"Buffy...."

"I have a headache."

"Do you want...."

Buffy slammed her palm down on the desk. "What I want is for everyone to leave me alone. I said I'm fine!"

"Ok. I'll be downstairs if you need me." Angel stared for another minute before closing the door behind him.


"Where's Buffy?" Angel asked.

"She went out patrolling with Spike." Connor said. "She looked more like she was going to some Goth rave though."

"Why do you say that?"

"She was dressed in this black leather outfit. I think it was something she wore when she was evil. She's not evil again is she?"

"Not last time I checked."

"Well when was that?" Angel stared at Connor and then grabbed his coat. "Where're you going?"

"To check on her." Angel headed for the sewers.

"She didn't go out that way. Mom used the front door."

"Oh. I'll call if anything develops."

"You got it."

With that, Angel was gone. He followed his wife's faint smell through a maze of downtown LA. Which was odd because usually he could smell Buffy just fine, but tonight he was having trouble. He smelled Spike more than he did Buffy.


As for Buffy and Spike, they were at a night club in the middle of the dance floor grinding against each other. Buffy had led Spike to the alley where she had had her run-in with Cat-Man. Cat-Man had been there and he had scratched and smoked Spike too. The effect on Spike was a lot quicker. The two demons inside had struggled, but the invading demon was too strong. Now, they were no longer Buffy and Spike. They were Queen Catirina and King Cato, rulers of the Cathrinian dimension.

A long time ago, they had been the leaders of their world, but an uprising had occurred and they had been killed, their souls captured in the fog that had ruled their dimension. A few of their loyalists had escaped their world with their souls and had been searching for two human specimens worthy enough to be turned into the king and queen. When Catirina had heard tales of the Slayer and her vampire lover, she had been more than intrigued. She had forced her will upon her loyalists and made them seek out these two. Her search had led them to the City Of Angels as this world called it. To her, it was a world full of filth and light. Once she and her king had taken control of these two bodies, they would lay ruin to this world and take back their beloved Cathrinia. Her loyalists would be rewarded and the ones who had killed her and Cato would be given long, gruesome deaths.

Catirina threw back her head and laughed as Cato pulled her closer and licked her neck. The Slayer's body was wonderful. It was full of life and strength and not to mention beauty. As for Cato, the body of Angel wasn't everything the tales had lived up to. He had bleached hair and his eyes weren't deep and soulful. But he had rock hard muscles everywhere and a chiseled look to his face that was deadly and sexy at the same time. This world was doomed.