This story was inspired by ChillPillBerry's prompt and takes place sometime during early Season 2. (Between Lie To Me and What's My Line)

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"Insanity is the definition of fun" -unknown

Buffy heard a distinctive growl behind her. She turned and staked the vampire immediately. The blond rolled her eyes. "When are you guys gonna learn? The whole point of a sneak attack is to be…well, sneaky."

She heard a low-throated giggling from the shadows of the cemetery and froze, whipping out another stake.

Drusilla emerged, looking like a malevolent angel in a Victorian-like white dress, her dark eyes flashing and her long dark hair curling down her back. Buffy noticed a slight hint of red at the corner of her lips. "It's so silly," she informed Buffy.
"What?" the Slayer asked carefully.

The delicate vampire stifled another laugh behind a lily-white hand. She looked at Buffy, dark eyes filled with mirth. "You think you're winning," she said, suppressing more giggles.

Something about Drusilla had always rubbed Buffy the wrong way. It wasn't just the craziness –major creep factor, though. Maybe it was the knowing that Angel –or rather Angelus –had sired her.

There was something else, though, something Buffy couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Come closer and say that again," Buffy challenged.

"You think you're a great big fire," Drusilla said dreamily. "But you're just a little, little candle."
She swayed closer to Buffy. "Spike wants to extinguish you, little candle," the vampiress continued, her voice rising gleefully. "But he doesn't know the secret!"

"Oh yeah?" Buffy said, every muscle in her body tense. "What's the secret?"

Drusilla moved to stand behind Buffy, her long lacquered fingernails touching the shorter girl's temples gently. "I need to be inside," she whispered in a surprisingly clear, firm voice. "You need to come outside."

She spun Buffy around and grabbed her hand, and Buffy felt something metal and hot inside it. The heat was unbearable and Buffy screamed as she fell to the ground.
"Open the door and let me in, open the door and let me in," Drusilla sang deliriously.

Then everything was screaming.

Buffy opened her eyes. It had been only a few seconds since Drusilla had burned her, but the screaming had seemed to go on for an eternity. She opened her hand but saw no burn mark, only strangely pale skin and long delicate fingers.
She looked up sharply, opening her mouth to yell at Drusilla, but Drusilla wasn't there.

The girl that stood in front of her had short blond hair and green eyes, and she wore a skirt, pink sweater, and white top. It was an exact copy of Buffy, down to the delicate gold cross necklace around her duplicate's neck.

Am I really that short? Buffy wondered. From where she stood, the duplicate seemed shorter.

The duplicate met her eyes and grinned eagerly. "What a clever trick," she said in Buffy's own voice.
"What did you do to me?" Buffy demanded, but the voice that emerged from her lips was not her own. It was richer and deeper, with a thick accent.

Buffy clapped her hand over her mouth. Drusilla.

Buffy looked down to see herself dressed in a white Victorian dress and white slippers. She frantically touched her hair only to find that it was long and dark.

She touched her mouth and her fingers came away wet with something dark red that made Buffy feel sick to her stomach.

The duplicate yanked the cross necklace off her own neck with a hiss, but her displeased expression vanished like water as she examined Buffy proudly.

"Isn't it special?" she asked sweetly. "Playing dress-up and taking turns?"

"Drusilla! Change me back!" Buffy ordered in that horrible voice that wasn't her own.

Drusilla shook her head slowly from side to side. "I can't end the game yet," she protested. "That would be losing."

"Buffy! Buffy!" shouted a familiar voice. Both Buffy and Drusilla whipped around only to see Willow making her way up the cemetery. She spotted the fake Buffy and waved cheerfully. Then she spotted Buffy and cringed back, pulling out a cross.

"Willow!" Drusilla said, smiling as she took Willow's arm in her own.

"Willow, get away from her," Buffy ordered in Drusilla's voice. Willow looked at Buffy with wide, fearful eyes. The hand holding the cross trembled. "Willow! She's going to hurt you, get back!"
"Stay away," Willow said carefully, her eyes fixed on who she thought was Drusilla.

"I'm Buffy! She's Drusilla!" Buffy protested frantically.

Drusilla laughed Buffy's exact high sweet laugh. "She plays games, Willow. No need to listen. Let's go."
"O-Okay. But Buffy, shouldn't you fight her?" asked Willow hesitantly.

Drusilla turned to smile at Buffy, her newly green eyes twinkling. "Don't worry, precious," she cooed. "She'll get hers."

"Willow! Willow, get Giles! Or Xander! Don't trust her! Wil, come on!" Buffy begged, but Willow hurried out of the cemetery with Drusilla right beside her.

Drusilla looked back at Buffy and smiled coldly. "Stay away, you bad, bad, evil vampire!" she called smilingly. "My Watcher and I will stake you. Who do you think he'll believe?"
"Come on, Buffy," Willow insisted, taking Drusilla's arm and leading her out of the cemetery. Drusilla threw her head back and laughed as she followed the redhead.

Buffy stood, shocked in the cemetery.

Willow clearly believed Drusilla, so why wouldn't Xander, Giles, and even Cordelia? Buffy sighed. She wasn't sure if sunlight or crosses would hurt her, but she didn't want to take her chances with a pointy wooden stick.

Drusilla was an easy target wandering around, and Buffy could think of several people who would want to use the opportunity to kill her. Namely –Angel.

And as much as Buffy hated to admit it, there was only one place that she –that Drusilla –would be safe.

Preview for next chapter:

"Hello, darling. Have a good walk?"

Buffy forced a smile onto her face. "Spike."