Eventually, things settled down in the group except for Jareth and Lestat who were fighting over who had the best hair. Claire was nowhere in sight. Mad and Erik were playing chess. And Mad, to be expected, was loosing.

"Checkmate, again!" crowed Erik with a smirk.

"DAMN!" cursed Mad. "Um, let's play again!"

"You'll just loose," said Erik.

"Well..." she counts on her fingers. "3,786 times a charm."

"As you wish," he said with a shrug.

"My hair's fluffier!"

"It looks like it was cut by a weed wacker."

"Well, you look like a WOMAN!"

"Thanks... I mean... HEY!"

Lestat lunged on Jareth and started a cat fight which consisted of them slapping at eachothers hands... and squeeling."Oh jez, and I thought he was manly..." Mad muttered.

Erik looked about ready to burst with the laughter he was holding in. They were about to break it up when Claire did it for them.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Lestat winced and said, "She screams like Claudia."

"Come on, we have to help her!" Mad said, concerned for her friend. She ran toward the room.

All three followed with a shrug.

They burst into the room.

"Oh god," Madeline said.

The whole room was dark, the only light was coming from the television screen. A small form sat in front of it, cross-legged. It was Claire. She turned away for a second and glanced over her shoulder at them.

"He's heeeeeeeeeeeeeere..." She looked back to the screen.

They all looked at the television.

"Oh jez," Mad said.

Claire was drooling and rubbing a character that had his chest bared on the screen. "Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike."

"Spike?" The three men looked confused.

"What does she want with a spike?" Erik said.

"I know what she can do with MY spike...." Jareth said.

"That is very rude, Monsieur. She isn't interested in you."

Claire turned around and stood with a naughty smile on her face. She was looking at Jareth.

Jareth obviously thought it was from his comment. "She seems interested enought to me."

"I wish that Spike was here right now." Claire sing-songed.

And with a flash Spike was off the television screen. Buffy looked around, confused. "Spike?". The television shut off.

They heard it then. The sound of something falling and someone screaming. And through the roof came Spike. And he landed, none too lightly, at the feet of Claire.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?" Spike screamed, getting up.

He looked around. There was a dark haired girl in front of him. In his bedazzled state, he called out, "Nibblet? Drusilla?"

A squeal came from Claire as she launched herself at Spike and hugged him fiercely. "I love you," she said.

Spike was toppled over at the force of the glomp. He got up and noticed the brunette with her arms clenched around him.

"Who in the 13 hells are you?"

He looked around then to notice that there were others in the room. There was a short, curvaceous red-head. A guy who looked something like David Bowie in a fright wig. A blond vampire (he could tell), and a...a wha? Phantom?

"What the?"

"Baby! I need you!!!" squeeled Claire.

Lestat let out a little yelp and threw his arms around Mad's curves. Erik stood and looked like he was about to explode. Jareth was just blank...blank blank blank.

Claire managed to pull her self away from Spike to introduce herself.

"I am your greatest lover Claire! Oh, and they are Mad, Jareth, Erik and the guy hugging Mad is Lestat."

"Lestat?" sneered Spike, "The Anne Rice vampire? You give a bad name to all of us. Why in the living, bloody hell am I here?"

Claire grinned.

"Why, to be my lover of course!"

Lestat figured out that Spike had just insulted him and, not letting go of his hostage, called out. "How dare you talk to me like that! I am one of the greatest vampires ever!"

"Oh yeah well, SPIKE IS THE BIG BAD!" Claire defended.

Mad's eyebrows raised. "The big bad...?"

Claire looked confused. "Yeah that's what I just....... oh....." A huge smile came up on her face.

As she turned to Spike, he backed away at the pure look of "ImanaughtygirlandifyouspankedmeI'denjoyitsowhybotherwaiting?" on her face. Reaching out, she tested his big baddness.

"Oh yeah- he's the big BIG bad!" Claire said, releasing Spike crotch. Walking away she said, "Suuuuuuuure, that name came from railroad Spikes." She turned back to him and laughed, "I can see why Drusilla stayed with you for so long. It certainly wasn't for the poetry."

"Railroad Spikes my ass"