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Buffy entered the factory cautiously, every nerve in her body screaming at her about what a horrible idea this was.

And then Spike sauntered into view and the nerves began screaming a hundred times louder.

"Hello, darling. Have a good walk?"
Despite her initial reaction to barf, Buffy forced a smile onto her face. "Spike." She was pleased when it lilted just like Drusilla's voice did.
"Your dress, pet." Buffy looked down to see the bottom of her white dress covered in cemetery dirt. Spike smiled more gently than Buffy had ever seen him. "I'll get you a new one if you like."
"That's okay," Buffy said, feeling uncomfortable. Spike looked a little confused at "Drusilla's" apparent sanity, so Buffy added, "The –uh –the birdies say that it's okay, Spike."

Spike shrugged, clearly used to this. "Well, whatever the birdies say, love."
He put his hands on Buffy's waist, the cold touch making her barely able to keep from flinching. Spike looked carefully at her. "Something wrong, ducks?"

"No," Buffy said in Dru's light, lilting voice. Way to go, Buff, you're really getting the hang of speaking like a crazy vampire! "Everything is just right, Spike." She touched his cheek gently, restraining the urge to smack him and just run. But she had seen how Dru couldn't keep her hands off her vampire boy-toy, so it was probably best to keep acting like the insane vamp, at least until Buffy had another plan.

"Are you hungry, Dru?" Spike asked, concern crossing his face. "You really need to eat someone."

Someone. Buffy cringed. "I'm good thanks."

Spike looked at her funny.

"I mean, I'm just absolutely fine, Spike," Buffy said, and then mentally berated herself.

"Is this another one of your games, princess?" Spike asked.

"Yes!" Buffy said quickly. "Yes, it is a game! Where I –uh –speak. Funny. Words. Funny words. Yeah. That's the game!"

"Well –okay then, I guess," Spike said. "You have fun with your game, darling. I'm going to try and figure out how to kill the bloody Slayer."

Buffy's head shot straight up. Now this is something I need to know!
"How?" she demanded. "I mean –" she slunk closer to Spike, manipulating Drusilla's body as seductively as she could. "Tell me everything,"
"Well –I haven't actually come up with a plan yet," Spike admitted.

That's a relief.

Buffy made sure to not show her relief in her eyes, frowning instead.
"Don't pout, ducks. I'll kill the Slayer soon enough, and then you can have her guts for garters if that pleases you."
"That's nasty!" Buffy said, recoiling. She quickly recovered. "Which is just the way I like it."
"And once she's dead we'll be able to do whatever we want by the Hellmouth," Spike said, twirling Buffy around. "We'll get you strong again and then we can kill whoever we bloody please, starting with that ridiculous ponce Angelus."

Buffy stiffened. "Kill Angel?" she asked, trying to make her question seem innocent. "How are you going to do that?"
"I know pet, he was your sire and all, but he's different now. He's changed." Spike made a disgusted expression. "We don't need him anyway. Just you and me forever, right Dru?"
Another vampire rushed into the room. Buffy spun on instinct. She hadn't seen this one before, but he clearly worked for Spike.

Spike wrapped one of his arms around Buffy's waist. "It's alright, love," he murmured in her ear. "A bit fragile today, are we?"
Buffy forced herself to relax, or relax as best he could with his lips –Spike's lips –touching her hair. Well, not her hair, anyway. Technically it was Drusilla's hair.

"Well?" Spike demanded, his voice becoming harsher as he glowered at the vampire that'd just come in.

"We have news. About the Slayer."

Buffy stiffened. Spike released her and stalked towards the trembling fledgling vampire. "The Slayer? What about her?"

"That weapon you wanted…well, it looks like she got to it first."
"Spike, what's going on?" Buffy asked.

He turned back to her with that look of protectiveness on his face. Buffy still found it unnerving that a murderer like William the Bloody could actually care about her –well, not her, she reminded herself. Drusilla.

"Nothing, pet. Just –remember that weapon I told you about last night? The one I was certain'd do the Slayer in for good?"
Buffy traced her hand along Spike's jawline, but her mind was spinning. Drusilla –the real one –had destroyed this weapon, whatever it was. But why? Forget that, why had Drusilla done this in the first place? Buffy doubted that it was a sudden sunlight craving that led the crazy vampire to switch bodies with the Slayer.

She realized she'd zoned out while Spike was talking, but it didn't look like she'd missed much. He was yelling at his lackey again, barking orders. The vampire practically stumbled over his own two feet in the rush to get away from Spike.

Spike turned back to Buffy. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he said. "I'll find a way to kill that Slayer, and then we'll do whatever you want, every night."
"Spike," Buffy asked, trying to tilt her head and unfocus her eyes like she'd seen Drusilla do. "Did I ever talk to you about defeating the Slayer?"
Luckily for her, Spike had a lot of practice with crazy Drusilla. "Not much, love. Why, have an idea?"

He touched her forehead gently, cold fingertips pressing lightly against her temple.

"Yes!" Buffy said suddenly, struck by a thought. "We should capture her, Spike."
Spike made a face. "Capture her? I don't know, pet. That girl's a tricky one. If you want a toy, I'll get you a human girl to play with."
"No!" Buffy recoiled. She stared defiantly up at Spike –he wasn't that tall, she decided. Maybe she should start wearing heels once she got back in her own body. "I want to capture the Slayer, Spike." If we capture Drusilla, I can finally get some answers. Widening her eyes and pouting, she played her trump card. "Angel would get her for me."

Just as she'd predicted, Spike's resolve weakened. He rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Alright, ducks. I'll capture the Slayer for you."

Buffy smiled, running her thumb along the side of Spike's face –and dear God, his cheekbones! Behave, Buffy. Evil and murder-y. Remember?

"That's my Spike."

Preview for next chapter

"No, you're not listening to what I'm saying!" Willow met the eyes of each person in the room, willing them to understand. "We can't wait around anymore! We have to rescue Buffy!"