Booth and Bones followed Illyria and Spike to their place. Booth looked around and sniffed.

"Why does it smell like death in here?" He made a face. Bones, who was used to smelling the decomposed bodies, didn't smell anything. Spike went to the mini bar and took out his mug of pig's blood. Booth instantly moved back in surprise and held his nose.

"Oh! Ugh! That's sick! What the hell are you doing with blood in here?!"

Spike grinned and drank some. "I drink it of course. You should be used to it. You used to drink it, too."

Bones gave Booth a look. "You drank blood?!"

"What?! No!" Booth glared at Spike. "What makes you say something like that?! I'm a normal person that doesn't show a fugly face and drink blood out of a mug!"

"You're the one to talk, Captain Forehead! You used to eat rats in the sewers when you became Angel!" Illyria smacked the back of Spike's head. "Ow!" Spike growled.

"Do not forget that his name is now Seeled Tooth--" Illyria started when Booth interrupted. "It's Seeley Booth."

She stared at him with big, blue eyes and went back to Spike. "Whatever he said. He does not remember of him being Angelus or being Angel. He is now a mortal."

Bones gave Booth a look. "Booth, what are they talking about?"

"I have no idea and I'm going to find out." He turned to the blue demon and at the cocky, British vampire, "Listen, we came and now we want answers!"

"Cordelia always said he was 'over dramatic'." Spike whispered to Illyria, loud enough for him to hear from the other side of the room.

"I call it his 'alpha-male tendensies'." Bones joined in as Spike snorted out loud.

Now, Booth was getting extremely annoyed. "Bones! Don't taunt me in front of them!" He whined.

"Sorry, Booth, but you are a bit over dramatic."

"I'm not over dramatic! I'm not! Who said I was over dramatic?!" Booth waved his arms up in the air.

"The Seer once said it to another man to warn him that you were going to visit him. I remember the memory of Cordelia telling Fred the story." Illyria said.

"Yeah. You were close to her. She passed away, though. It's a bugger." Spike added sadly.

Booth held his hands up in defense at Bones. "Don't look at me for answers. I don't have the slightest idea of what they're talking about."

Finally, Bones had had it with their "song and dance" (as Angela calls it). "What did you want to tell us about Booth?"

"Well, pet," Spike started, putting down his mug of blood, "Booth, here, is not the man you thought you knew. He was once a Champion. The vampire with a soul that was told in the prophesis and granted life. Humanity."

The two humans stayed in silent shock at the news. "...I think I speak for everyone when I say, 'Huh?'." Booth said in confusion.

Bones just stayed blank. "I...don't know...what that...means?"

"Woa! Woa! I am not a vampire! Or was,er, ever was...whatever! Point is, this all a dream. Yes. Just some sick, horrible, weird, nightmare! Come on, Bones." Booth placed his hand on the small of her back and was going to lead her out the door when Illyria stopped them.

"You must wait if you want to know the truth. This is not a dream."

"You and me used to eat all of Europe. Remember? William the Bloody and Angelus. You, me, Dru, and Darla." Spike spoke out randomly. He took a look at their expressions and then began again.

"One day, Darla gave you a gypsy girl for you to feed on. You were cursed with a soul and a conscience by the girl's family. I guess they were pretty sod off when they heard that some bloody vampire ate their daughter, but who knows, huh? Care for me to go on with this fairy tale?"

Bones kept her eyes glued on him and so did Booth.

"Well," He huffed, "You tried to be the Big Bad again, but Darla wouldn't have it. You were kicked out and forced to find precious blood of your own. After a while, you trained with some poof and learned how to brood your way and not feed on people. Then you got a business of your own. You called it Angel Investigations. Your employees were Cordelia, the Seer, Wesley, the know-it-all, and Gunn, the muscle. Afterwards, you met Fred," he pointed at Illyria, "but she died by being possessed by Illyria. Your business wanted to help people who were victims of demon attacks. Your enemy was a law firm, Wolfram and Hart. Straight from hell they came. You took over the bloody place and that's when this handsome, young, vampire came and took over--"

Illyria rolled her eyes and interrupted, "You met this poor creature," she signaled at Spike, "and he did not take over. You were still CEO. Cordelia died in a coma and Fred died as I took over her shell. We fought amongst the evils of Wolfram and Hart and we fought hard. Wesley died before me and Gunn died alongside the battle. Your son, Connor, did not fight with us because you were afraid that he will perish with us. After the battle, you were no where to be seen and Spike and I were searching for you."

Both Booth and Bones couldn't speak from shock. Spike looked out the window. "If you don't believe us, then we should show you how many nasties walk around when you're asleep."

Walking in the dark with no flashlight, Spike and Illyria led the forensic anthropologist and the FBI agent around the dark time of the world. Booth whispered in Bones's ear, "Stay by me, Bones." His breath sent shivers up and down her spine, but she rolled her eyes at him. 'There he goes again. Being over protective again.' Spike led them to a corner where they found a vampire stalking a girl. "We should go help her--" Booth started, but Spike grabbed his arm. "No, no. You wanted to believe. You'll see what we could've done to anybody if we were still the creeps we were."

The vampire was about to move in on the girl when something hit him. The girl saw the vampire and started to run away. Suddenly, a blonde girl scissor kicked the vampire into a trashcan. The vampire was going to bite the blonde, but she wouldn't let herself. She did a fancy twirl and distracted him before she drove a stake through his non-beating heart.

Spike's jaw dropped as soon as the blonde girl turned around and saw them standing there. "Buffy," Spike managed to hoarsly whisper. The blonde girl's, who was known as Buffy, the original vampire slayer, eyes grew big at the sight in front of her. She dropped her stake and tears filled her eyes. Booth and Bones felt a bit uncomfortable in the situation, but Booth couldn't help but to feel guilty. The sorrow and disbelief left Buffy's face and it was overcome with anger and confusion. She clenched her fists and yelled out as she approached them, "Spike!!"

"Uhh, hey, Buff." Spike could hardly talk. He was afraid that she was going to kick him in the groin.

To his surprise, she threw her arms around his neck. "Spike! You're real! I'm not dreaming! Spike! You're here!" Then she let go of him and hit him. "Why didn't you call me?! Do you have any idea how much I spent on tissues to wipe my eyes away?! Do you?!"

As Spike opened his mouth to speak, she went on to Booth and hit him on the chest. "And you! What the hell, Angel?! Why didn't you tell me?! First, you send Andrew as a spy for you and now Spike is back and you didn't tell me?! And what the hell are you wearing?! What is this a disguise?! Well, I'll tell you this much, it's not fooling me, Mr...Booth!"

Spike got a hold of Buffy, "Uhh, Buffy. Apparently, Angel has no idea who he is. He doesn't know who you are...yet...and he's bearly learning about him being a vampire and the big poof he is."

Buffy's expression turned to angry to confused again. "What?!" She turned to Booth. "He's a human now." Illyria put in.

Buffy stared at Booth and whispered, "How?" Spike rubbed the back of his neck, "It's a long story, love."