A/N: I own nothing of the Whedonverse nor any fairytales and I am not profiting from this work.
Chapter 21
Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Hush, niblet. You'll ruin Thanksgiving.
Records? Like vinyl?
I wouldn't have them any other way.
"I asked 'Are you very certain of that?' and yet you seem lax in your reply." The creature shifted and the nose twitched.
"You're a bunny. With a horn. You're a bunnycorn. You're it?" She reached the counter and pulled a wicked butcher from the knifeblock. "You're The Mirage." Buffy looked to the basement door. If this was happening Spike should have heard.
"I always preferred His Majesty, but, it would seem you know me and I, of course, know you. This isn't a fight and you're friend won't be coming. In fact no one will. Your world is frozen for the time being. You won't remember this when I leave. All you'll know is the very gist of this conversation. Be it good or bad."
"Sorry, bunny, but I don't take too kindly to people messing with my head." Buffy put the knife on the island keeping her hand on it. Just in case.
"It would seem you had no issue with your sister." The former king of England hopped onto a kitchen chair.
"What are you talking about?" Buffy stepped closer but didn't get far.
"Oh, it's inconsequential now. You know, you really should get your mother's head checked. And Spike's for that matter."
"What?" But the bunny was gone. "You can't just dump information on me and-" Spike was pulling open the door and standing right by her in the next second.
"What are you yelling at, love?" Spike caught his Slayer's elbow and led her to the chair their adversary had just vacated. Not that either of them knew or remembered.
"I," Buffy looked at the knife on the island then up into Spike's eyes. "I don't know." She brought a hand to her forehead and ran it through her hair. "Can vampires get CAT scans?"
Spike smiled at her. "I don't think you need a CAT scan, love."
Buffy offered a thin smile. "It's not for me."