{Hello! I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry it's taken me so long to write the next chapter. I'm still at a writer's block, so this is the best I can do. The reason for my block is because I got the best idea for a story! Tell me if an Egyptian story has been done! Love ya lots!}



"Okay we need to figure out what those dreams meant. I mean, all I know is that I was at a party with you. But, it wasn't you. It was William. He asked me to-"

"Get some ink." Spike dully finished for her. "I was at the party with you. Over a century ago. Your name was Liana, and you said you're father was a publisher."

"Alright, now you're freaking me out. Anyways, the only other thing I know is that Dru was there and I wasn't supposed to tell her I was the slayer. Maybe, that is something that happened before."

"How? We would remember if had happened before." Spike looked at Buffy the wrong way, and he knew that. Buffy gazed back at him with eyes like holy water.

"Please get off my back and stop criticizing me! I'm doing the best I can here! Do you have any idea as what to do?"

"Actually, I do. Don't blow up at me; I'm not trying to downsize you. I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. I just have a slight idea for us to build off."

Spike was taken by surprise, as Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "Thank-you. That's just what I needed to hear. Now tell me; what is your idea?"

"Well, you were at the party, pretending to be a girl named Liana. She was a publisher's daughter and was looking for new poetry."

"Hence talking you into working on your poetry. Speaking of which, would you ever write some for me? I love poetry."

"Of course I will. Now back to what I was saying. You need to get some clothes; you can borrow some of my sister's dresses. I'll help you get dressed. Those things are hell to put on."

"Thanks! I love y- it. I love the plan. Come on, let's get started!" Spike seemed a little down put by the remark about loving the plan, but he shrugged it off. There were more important things to think about than his impossible relationship with Buffy.





{Notice a pattern here? I hope so. Any way, I'll let you go read better stories than my miniscule priorities. By the way, could you tell me what you think is a cooler name for a story? True Royal, True Love, What is Love?, or True Life and Love? Bye!}