Title: Buffy: The Vampire?
Author: Natalia Melissa Vronsky
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Part: 1/?
Category: Spike/Buffy
Rating: R for violence and language
Summary: A rip in a dimension portal is opened, and out comes a Buffy from a not so nice world... and she's not so nice either.
Disclaimer: Buffy, and all of them belong to Joss Whedon, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, and whomever else.
Author's Notes: Buffy fic. #2! I'll go into detail about other-dimension-Buffy's past, but here's the skinny: Buffy's the Slayer at the Hellmouth... Buffy meets Angelus, Darla, Drusilla and Spike. Evil baddies. Angelus never killed gypsy girl... never got cursed with a soul. Spike has soft spot for the sixteen year old Slayer... they get it on, he turns her after Drusilla mortally wounds her. Kendra's the Slayer... Giles still teaches Buffy slayer stuff. Angelus turns Kendra, jealous of Spike having his own pet Slayer. Faith shows up... has to be Miss. Goody-too-shoes. No Dawnie in that world. Joyce never died.
Thanks: to Cassie for being the worlds bestest beta. :)
Archive: If you wanna use it, that's peachy with me, just lemme know where it's going!
Feedback: feedback is good... feedback is nice... feedback ummm... was gonna write a feedback poem... but I suck at poems... just... yeah... me love feedback!

"Xander! Wait... I'm sorry." Anya ran after Xander after making sure The Magic Box was locked. "I didn't..."

"Didn't what? Just compare me to one of your many ex-demon lovers?" He snapped. Things between them considerably strained since the whole singing and dancing and Anya kissing Giles stuff.

"I meant it in a good way." She said with a pout. "He was really great in the sack... like you."

Xander buried his face in his hands for a second. "She means well." He mumbled to himself.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Let's just go home."

"I thought we were supposed to go to Buffy's?" She linked her arm with his. Her eyes lit up with passion. "But, then, I don't mind going home."

"Oh... Buffy's... I almost forgot ab---..." He stopped talking to look up when he heard a scream. The sky was a bright red color, then faded back to black with little white specks of stars.

"What the heck was that?" Anya questioned as Xander started running towards where he'd heard the scream.

"It's Buffy!" He shouted to Anya. "She's hurt... and wearing a very naughty outfit." He looked over his friend who lay in an alley.

Blood trickled from her nose down her lip and chin. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She wore an electric blue see through lace top and black leather pants that tied up along the sides, showing more skin that covering. A leather collar adorned her neck, a broken chain fastened to a metallic loop on it. Her fingernails were long and painted a blue to match her shirt.

"I don't remember her looking like that before." Anya said, examining Buffy's face. Black eyeliner coated on her eyes. Cheeks rosy, as were her lips. But, her skin was unusually pale. "And, I thought her hair was longer... well, I guess she could of cut it..."

"She looks different." Xander said. "It's just the makeup and the clothes."

Anya nodded at his reasoning, disbelief in her eyes. "Right. That's why she looks like a teenage hooker."

Xander shot her a glare. He lifted Buffy in his arms. "Let's get her to The Magic Box."

"Right." Anya frowned and followed him.