My Sire Can Beat Up Your Sire

Willow, Tara, Xander, Anya and S2 Buffy head to the High School to find out what year they're in. Spike brings Buffy (Dru) with him to the school to do a little recon. Paths cross.

"This is totally wiggy," Buffy was walking behind them, tugging on Willow's short locks. "You guys are so… grown up. Jeeze. Xand, you're grown up! With the engagement and the job… wow. And Willow! Witch-Fu!"

Willow laughed, she forgot how light-hearted her friend was when they were in high school. Also, the itty-bitty blonde was REALLY hyper. Another H to add to the post-slay-antsies. Except… wow. This Buffy hadn't met Faith yet. And she hadn't slept with Angel. Oh wow. Tara had been right… no pain. None. All that stuff that had messed with Buffy's head… none of it had happened yet.

"Well, I guess that kinda answers our 'what year is it' question," Xander gestured to the high school, standing strongly in all of its… well, grandeur wasn't quite the word. Mostly just standing.

"Well, I didn't feel all dimension-transport-y," Buffy commented. "It was you guys that woke up on a non-grave. So I die? Like, again? Wow. That kinda sucks. Wait!" Buffy turned to her grown-up friends, "what about you guys? How do you get back to your time?"

Willow shrugged. "I don't know, Buff. But I'm sure Tara and I will find a spell. Maybe we could have a poke in the library?"

Buffy nodded.


"Let's do the time warp again…" Xander muttered, pushing open the library doors. "We blew this place up like two and a half years ago."

"In another dimension," Anya reminded him. "In this part of the time continuum, none of that has happened yet. In my demon days, I learned that when travelling the time continuum, it is important to not alert anyone to their futures, it impacts them in a negative way. We should stop telling this Buffy things that are going to happen."

"You talk really… precisely," Buffy observed.

"Thank you!" The ex-demon said with a smile. "You know, the me in this reality is still a demon."

"You're a demon?" Buffy said, "cool."

"I was a demon. Until Giles destroyed my amulet and broke my power."

"Ahn, honey, don't sound so bitter."

Buffy, deciding to leave them before the bicker got worse, went to watch Willow and Tara hunched over the books. It was so very strange… lots of wiggy stuff happened in Sunnydale, but this was like uber-strange. These people, who would be her friends in a few years time, had watched her die and in attempting to raise her from the dead had accidentally transported themselves back to 1998? And what's more, they were so different… Willow had a girlfriend, for starters. Buffy wasn't quite sure what to make of that. The Willow she knew still had a massive crush on Xander. But Tara seemed sweet. She watched as the blonde witch wrapped her arms around Willow's waist, placing a tender kiss on her cheek. Willow giggled and leaned up to capture Tara's lips in hers. Buffy couldn't help but smile. They were kinda adorable. Willow looked up and, catching Buffy's expression, disentangled herself from Tara slightly. "Sorry Buff, I know this must be kinda weird for you."

"Nah," Buffy said with a grin, "you guys are cute."

"Have I met Oz yet?" Willow said with interest.

"Oz? Isn't he the guitar guy in Dingoes Ate My Baby?"

"Yeah," Willow grinned, "by my calculations, I'll – the me from this time – be dating him in a couple of months."

"Stop spoiling Buffy's future!" Anya whacked Willow over the back of the head.

"Hey!" Tara exclaimed, glaring at Anya and rubbing Willow's head. "Your noggin okay baby?"

"Yeah… but I think I'd feel better if I had some Tara-lips."

"Oh really?" Tara quirked an eyebrow. "Well, just because Anya hurt you…" Tara leaned in, kissing Willow delicately.

Xander watched – for possibly the first time ever when Willow and Tara were kissing – Buffy. Buffy was staring at the pair, a funny look on her face.

"It never stops being really hot," Xander said, looking at Buffy with a knowing grin.

"I wasn't… I mean, I don't think that…"

"Just teasing, Buff. But how're you doing with all this? I mean, big time differences. I'm like… responsible. And Willow's super-lesbian-witch. Are you dealing?"

"Yeah, I'm dealing. But don't you think we should talk to Giles?"

"Giles flew to England yesterday," Xander said with a sad look.

"What?" Buffy squeaked. "I saw him this morning!"

"Oh!" Xander exclaimed. "Sorry. Wrong dimension. Yeah, we can talk to your Giles. Our Giles. They're the same… give or take three years."


"Now, pet, are you sure you're up to this?"

"Of course, Spike… I want to see!"

"Well… okay, but you stay close to me, right?"

"Fine."

Spike aided his Dru getting out of the car and they walked up to the school. There were lights on, but only a few. Other than the fluorescent flickering, the school was still and quiet.

"We're gonna take out the school?" Buffy-in-Dru asked quietly.

"Yes, pet… we're gonna kill them all. Parents, teachers, students… and the slayer!"

Whatever had happened to her, Buffy definitely liked it. Sure, heaven was nice and all, but this world was incredible… everything was sharp and clear. Blood flowed and mayhem reigned. Oh yes, a brilliant world. And it was all for her and Spike. Of course, Spike probably wouldn't have been her initial choice for partner-in-crime, but hey… this was the badass pre-chip Spike. He was better than nothing. If Buffy was going to go back to high school, she much rather be doing it in the body of a soulless vampire.


"Do you hear voices?" Buffy said, looking up. She'd been leant over Willow and Tara's shoulders, reading the magical text with them.

"No, as a general rule, that's a sign of insanity, Buffster," Xander joked.

"Xander, shush…" Buffy held her hand up, listening. "I can hear people talking."


"There are other people here, Spike," Buffy-in-Dru whispered.

"Nonsense pet, it's near midnight. No one stays at school this late."

"I did," she muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing." Supporting Drusilla's still Prague-mob-weakened frame on a nearby locker, she pressed her ear against the wall. She could hear a very familiar voice… voices. Familiar voices.

"It's p-p-probably just the j-janitor," Tara's nervous stutter.

"Or you know, nice friendly school-people," Xander added.

"Or some of my old demon-comrades!" Anya's tone was easily identifiable.

"Or maybe some nice-evil things!" Willow eeped.

"Going by the track-record of being us, I say that it's the evil things," Xander muttered.

"Fine, creatures of the night, bring it." An unfamiliar-yet-familiar voice sounded commandingly – despite sounding younger than that of her friends. Buffy heard a loud bang as doors were thrown open, then the sound of five sets of footsteps coming down the corridor.


"Okay, pet, there are other people here. Wanna eat 'em?"

"Gladly," Buffy licked Drusilla's lips, already imagining the warm spill of blood from the necks of her friends… wonderful, sweet, pungent blood.

"Not so much," Buffy cracked the unfamiliar bleach-blonde man over the head with a fire hydrant.

"Slayer!" He hissed, his eyes flashing gold as he changed to game-face.

"Vampire!" She reciprocated, sending a hard right hook into his jaw. He sprawled backwards, but caught himself on a locker and bounced back, spinning to kick her hard in the abdomen. Winded, Buffy stepped back, using the trophy-cabinet to lever herself up over the vamp, grabbing him around the neck from behind. He laughed, darting a pointed tongue out and tasting the skin of her hand.

"I'm Spike, what's your name, luv?"

"I'm Buffy," she said warily.

"Mind if I kill you now?" He asked.

"Huh?"

And he used all of his strength to flip her over his shoulder, letting her land starfish-splayed on her back. It was then, looking at her laid out on the floor, that he realised how beautiful she was. She had shiny blonde hair, and eyes that were as green as emeralds but flecked with hazel and gold. Her features were delicate, her frame tiny. She was breathtaking. At least, she woulda been if he'd had any breath. He didn't. So it wasn't taken. He slammed a booted foot down onto her chest, grinning as he heard a rib snap.

"Oh Goddess, Buffy!" Willow screamed.

Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya could only watch in stunned silence as Spike and Buffy fought. They'd almost forgotten that he used to be evil. All Summer while Buffy was gone he'd helped them, all of the previous year he'd fought on their side. He was in love with Buffy… he'd risked his life to save Dawn. He was good. But this Spike… he was terrifying. Sexy, sultry, cruel… But with this Spike, came another vampire, equally terrifying, equally dangerous… his girlfriend, Drusilla.

"Well, you're not from this year are you?" Came a soft voice from behind them. "You weren't in our lives in 1998," Drusilla whispered, running her fingers down Tara's back. "Neither were you," she breathed into Anya's ear, "you were still evil…"

Xander landed a quick punch on the vampire's ivory skin, but she pushed him back, tutting. "Now that's not very nice, is it, Xander."

"H-how do you kn-kn-know us?" Tara whispered.

"That would be thanks to you, Willow," Drusilla whispered, pressing her lips to Willow's ear.

"I distinctively remember her being crazier than this…" Xander murmured.

"Wh-what? Thanks to me? Thanks to me for what?"

"Well, I figured that whatever little spell you last did went just as wrong as every one before it." She gave a low, derogatory laugh. "You brought yourselves to this dimension with your spell… not on purpose obviously. But guess what else? Good job, you brought me back, Will. Just dropped me into the wrong body. And year… and guess what?" She ran her spider-like fingers down Willow's paling cheek. "You forgot one very important thing."

"B-Buffy?" Willow gulped.

"I suppose so. But I'm missing something, can you guess what?"

"Your soul," Tara said bitterly.

"Good, Tara!" Buffy laughed again, Drusilla's maniacal voice making it all the more terrifying. "Yes, Willow… you brought me back to life, but now I don't have a soul… and you're stuck in a world where there's already a you. A better you. Who doesn't get everything wrong."

Willow shuddered, tears coming to her eyes. Oh Goddess, what had she done?

"But don't worry," Buffy whispered, her lips tickling the redhead's ear. "I'll make all the worry go away… you see, I figure it's not fair if you get to have a soul and I don't, so I'm just gonna take yours too. Is that okay with you? Not that I care about your answer."

"Take me instead," Tara gasped, pushing herself between Willow and Buffy.

"Oh, don't worry about that Tara. You'll all get a go… but I figured our culprit witch here should go first, that's all."

"No!" sobbed the blonde, but it was too late. Drusilla's – now Buffy's – fangs were already deeply embedded in Willow's neck.

Buffy – the 16 year old version, had managed to knock Spike out of the window. Finally. She dusted off her hands, turning to look for the older versions of her friends. What she saw made her gasp. There were three bodies on the floor, Willow, Tara in her lap, Anya spreadeagled next to them… all unmoving. All with blood on their necks. And mouths. And then there was the dark-haired vampire who was pressing her body to Xander.

"You're the heart and the eyes of this little operation, so I thought you should get to watch your friends… your girlfriend, die." The vampire grinned, burying fangs deep in his neck.

"No!" Buffy screamed rushing forward. Then Xander shocked her. He used what little strength he had left to kick her away.

"Buffy… I can't be alive if they're not."

"Xander!"

"Buff… you still have the younger versions of us… we're not going anywhere… keep yourselves safe… keep fighting."

And he drank deeply from the open cut on Drusilla's – Buffy's – chest, sealing his fate.

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