A/N: I know, I know, I hate these things too, but I need to put at least one on here, so here's my "Author's Note." I'm semi-new to the Fanfiction(dot)net world. Like, I'm a ghost. I read your stories and occasionally leave an annonymous comment, but this is the first story I've ever published. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to read, review and hey, even leave some feedback. It's so easy, a caveman can do it! (Wow, I'm really working the copyright infringment today. Go me.)

And just a little back ground trivia for all you folks reading at home, or at work...or at school (in that case, why aren't you learning?!): This idea came to me when a friend and I were watching an episode of Buffy and she goes, "Wow, Nicholas Brendon looked a lot like Bruce Campbell back in the day." I knew that was a story just waiting to be written, but I couldn't think of where in the Buffyverse timeline it belonged. I finally settled on the hiatus between seasons 4 and 5. Riley/Buffy fans, now is your time to rejoice.

...okay. Time's over.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Any of it. Not "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," not "Evil Dead"...none of it. If I did, I'd be rich, living next door to Scarlett Johanson or something. I don't even own this computer; that's just how poor I am. So... to all you studio exects. out there who read fanfiction, don't sue me. Really. Please. 'Cause you'll get nothing...for I have nothing.

(In case you didn't read any of the text above; this is a Buffy/Evil Dead fanfic...'cause I'm just that epic. Some of the lines may sound familiar. There's a reason for that, but you'll have to read the whole story to understand why. Hint hint. Oh, and any grammer mistakes are mine. I tried to catch them all, but I'm not perfect. If you find any, feel free to point them out.)

Chapter 1 - The Cabin.

"Sometimes I feel I've got to -dun dun- run away, I've got to -dun dun- get away from the pain you-" Xander groggily opened his eyes, squinting at the bright sunlight that filtered through the window of, well, where ever he was. He realized he was already in the sitting position, though the back of his head was resting against something leathery. Lifting his head up, he quickly realized he was in a car; a big car. Sitting to his right was his best friend since childhood, Willow Rosenberg. To his left was his ex-demon girlfriend, Anya. Driving what he recognized as his Uncle Rory's old Cadillac, was Riley Finn and in the passenger seat herself sat the blonde Slayer, Buffy Summers, singing away with the radio.

"Whoa oh, tainted love. A whoa oh, tainted love. Now I know I've got to-"

"Well, look who finally woke up," Riley said as he glanced in the rear view mirror. Buffy looked over her shoulder and smiled at her dark haired friend as the girls kept singing along to the radio.

"How long was I asleep?"

"About twelve hours."

"Twelve hours?!"

"Yeah. You crashed back in Illinois," Anya said as she brushed his bangs from his eyes.

"Illinois? Where are we now?!"

"Tennessee." He closed his eyes, feeling a migraine settling in. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes again.

"Should I even bother asking where we're going or why?" Willow frowned at her friend.

"Don't you remember?" The teen paused, then shook his head no. This made the Wiccan look even more concerned.

"Does camping in the mountains ring a bell?"

"You must still be tired," Anya stated, shooting Willow a frustrated look. "After all, you did all the driving the first two days."

"I did?"

"Yeah," Buffy joined in. "Non stop. You were like a machine, Xand."

"A really slow driving machine," his girlfriend added, receiving an irrataed look from the young man next to her, which she happily ignored.

"This is going to be so great," the blonde slayer exclaimed as the song on the radio changed to some bubbly, preteen, pop song. "Camping in an old fashioned cabin, all to ourselves for a whole week!"

"A whole week," Xander started up again. "What about patrol?"

"Giles gave me the week off," she replied with a simple shrug. Xander blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what he was hearing.

"Giles just...gave you the week off?" Buffy nodded. "What about that whole 'unto every generation' thing, and 'destiny,' and what not?"

"A slayer deserves a break every now and then from the slaying and maiming."

"What's the matter, Xander? You were all for the vacation back in Sunnydale."

"I was?" Receiving concerned and confused looks from every one of his friends, he gave a weak smiled and tried to laugh it off. "I mean, yeah, I know I was, but I didn't really think about it at the time. Having second thoughts here."

"Well, it's kind of late to turn around now," Riley pointed out. Sighing, Xander rested his head against the leather seat. His head was pounding and he was still confused, but he was tired of his friends staring at him like he was growing a second head or something.

"Alright, who's got the map," Riley asked after a few minutes. The three in the back seat began searching around on the floor for it before Anya reached behind Xander."Here it is! Xander was sitting on it."

"Take a look at it for me, will you? There's suppose to be a dirt road up ahead we've got to turn on to. It leads to a bridge." Anya glanced at the map before sighing in frustration and handing it to Xander.

"You look. I can't read these stupid things." Directing his dark eyes to the map in his hands, he frowned. It looked like something a kindergartener had drawn. How were they suppose to get to the cabin with that?

"Uh, okay. We're right here," he muttered, pressing his index finger to the paper. "So, the road we need to turn on is...no, that can't be right."

"What road, Xand?"

"Says here it's 'Blood's Pointe Road.'" He looked up from the map. "That's a joke, right? There can't really be a road called that. That's just...weird." Up ahead, an eighteen wheeler was heading towards them. Riley reached his arm behind him and Xander put the map in the man's hand so he could see for himself.

"He's right," Riley said after a minute, tossing the map back to Xander. "The road's called 'Blood's Pointe Road.'" An eerie silence fell over the car. Willow sighed, resting her head against the window and looked out at the forest. It was well into fall, the once colorful leaves now a dull brown, most of which had already fallen from the branches and blanketed the ground. She furrowed her brow, sitting up slightly as she stared intently out the window. She could've sworn she saw something moving in the forest...

There was a sudden loud blare from the car horn, followed by the deep honking from the semi-truck coming towards them. The wheel jerked under Riley's grip, sending the gang straight at the oncoming truck. Everyone in the car screamed as Riley tightly grabbed the wheel, turning it as best as he could. At the last second, the car jerked and narrowly missed the truck -everyone letting out a heavy sigh of relief seconds later.

"Is everyone okay," the soldier asked, taking his eyes off the road for a moment.

"I think so," Buffy muttered, hugging her arms around herself.

"What the hell was that about," Xander asked.

"I dunno. It was like...the wheel just jerked out from under my hand! It didn't want to turn!"

"I thought you said your uncle just had this thing looked over, Xander."

"Um, well, he...might've."

"Well, tell him to have it checked again. There's something seriously wrong with it." Riley paused, then added, "At least the horn works." He hit the center of the steering wheel, the car letting out a loud beep as they drove past two yuppies wandering along the side of the road.

"What's this cabin like anyways, Riley? You never did tell us."

"I'm not too sure, really. A friend of mine has had it in her family for decades. Her great grandfather built it by himself. She said she and her family used to come up and visit when she was little, and her parents still live here during the summer. They're off on some expidition right now, so they're lending it to us for the week."

"That was nice of them."

"Yup."

"And since people actually still live here," Buffy began, looking to her boyfriend, "It must be in good condition then."

"Again, I'm not sure. Her parents are getting pretty old. Can't really fix the place up like they used to."

"Well, if they're in good enough shape to travel, then I'm sure the place is fine, Buffster," Xander said from the back seat, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"Here we are, 'Blood's Pointe Road.'" The car turned onto the dirt road, slowly traveling up the winding mountain. After a few minutes, they drove past a sign that read, "Dangerous bridge. Travel at own risk. 3 tons load limit." There was a slight bump and the car began crossing the wooden bridge. As they made their way slowly across it, Willow held her breath. She could hear it rocking and creaking from underneath and she was sure it would give way any moment.

"This thing looks like it's older than God," Buffy muttered as they heard some strange clunking coming from underneath the bridge.

"It's lasted this long, Buff. What are the chances of it collapsing while we're crossing?"

"Xander, please say you did not just do that."

"Do what?"

"Jinxed us."

"Oh." Everyone held their breath as they neared the end of the bridge. Anya shot a glare at her boyfriend, making him coware away slightly.

"That was close," Riley said once they had gotten back on solid ground. Looking at the dark haired teen in the rear view mirror, he said, "Xander, you're not allowed to talk again until we get to the cabin."

"What?!" After a brief pause, Xander nodded. "Okay, fine."

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Riley stared at the wooden swing in confusion. It was slowly rocking from side to side, banging everytime it hit the log cabin. In his hand, he held an old rusty skeleton key to unlock the door, however he had been sidetracked by the taunting banging coming from the rotten swing. Taking a deep breath, he inserted the key and turned, the swing freezing on the spot at the same time. Looking over his shoulder at his friends, he shrugged weakly.

"Wind must've died down." Anya leaned over to Xander and whispered,

"What wind?"

Riley entered the dark cabin, watching a cloud of dust rise up, reflecting in the sunlight. It looked like the place had been abandoned for years and he silently wondered if he had the right cabin after all.

"Geez, Buffy! What'd you do, pack your entire bedroom?"

"Oh, shut up, Xander," she joked, handing him two more of her large duffel bags.

"You know what I don't get? You're the Slayer. You have all this super strength. I don't."

"So?"

"So why do I have to carry all you girls' stuff?"

"Because you're just that nice, Xand," Willow added in, helping Anya lift one of her bags on top of Buffy's. Xander groaned as his girlfriend closed the trunk of the car and followed Buffy and Willow inside.

Riley exited out the back door, wandering out towards the run down workshed. Inside were dozens of tools, lying about on a work table as well as mounted on the walls. Some of the tools he could've sworn looked like those used in those campy 80's horror movies his dad used to watch. Beginning to feel uneasy, he stepped out of the workshed, closing the door behind him.