A/N: Oh. My. Goddess. That is the only way to describe Chosen. Yes, us English people FINALLY saw Chosen 3 days ago, and I'm still in shock. I've seen it 3 times already (long live video recorders) and I'm still distraught in "that bit". You know the part I mean. I can't believe they killed off my two favourite characters! And Spike didn't believe Buffy! Or did he, and he was lying to make her leave? Or was she lying? It makes my head hurt. Please tell me what you think, because I just don't know!

Anyway, my exams are (finally) over, so although I still have school, I have a lot more time to write. So I've finally updated this chapter, and hopefully the next one will be up a lot sooner. You can all threaten me if it doesn't.

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The kiss was stopped abruptly when Xander stormed over and flung the two of them apart.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?"

Buffy frowned at him. "What the hell do you think *you're* doing?"

"I'm saving you from yourself. He's a vampire, Buffy. He's a *demon*."

"And?"

"And? And?! What other reason do you need? Spike equals demon, and demon equals evil. Evil things are for slaying, Buffy, not for laying."

"Oh, right. That's why you've never been with Anya for 3 years."

"That's different."

"Why? Why is this any different than what you and Anya have?"

"Because he's evil, Buffy. He's a killer. End of story."

"You're just jealous that I'd rather be with another vampire than with you! Come on Spike."

She grabbed Spike's arm and pulled him towards the door. As they were about to go through, Anya came up to them.

"Don't listen to Xander. He's just jealous of Spike's good looks." She turned to face him, and licked her lips slightly. "Now, if you two ever break up, don't forget to give me a call." She turned back to a seething Buffy, and grinned. "I wish you lots of orgasms."

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They took a shortcut through the cemetery on their way home. For a normal person, shortcuts through cemeteries only happened in scary horror movies, but for them, it was just an excuse for Buffy to let her anger out.

"Demons equal evil, Buffy!" Buffy shouted bitterly, as she kicked the unsuspecting vampire around the gravestones. "Demons are for slaying, Buffy, not for laying!"

"Who are you talking to? Who's Buffy?" The vampire asked, obviously confused.

"Shut up!" She did a high kicked, aimed at the neck, and with a comforting crack it broke, turning the vampire to dust.

"Whoa," Spike said. "I'd hate to be fighting you tonight, Slayer. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were pretty pissed off."

"Too right I'm pissed off! How dare he say that to me. I mean, he's the perfect example of not dating demons, isn't he? Insect Lady, Inca Mummy Girl, Anya. How are they any different from me and you? Cordelia was more evil than you are!"

"Hey! There is no way a prom queen is badder than I am."

"And you're practically like Angel now. You've got your chip, and you wouldn't hurt anyone anyway."

"I am NOT like the poof! You think I'm like the poof?! Well that's just bloody great!"

"I just meant you're good now, like Angel. You help the helpless."

"We're very different. Our hair's a completely different colour, and he's way fatter than I am!"

"Okay, okay, don't take it so personal."

"I mean, he's a wimp. And his hair sticks up all weird. He uses way too much hair gel. And he is so righteous. I'm not righteous. I'm. . . wrongeous!"

"Spike. . ."

"And he has a soul. Do I have a soul? Nooo. Only soft vampires have a soul. Do I look soft to you? Do I? Tell me the truth." He paused for an answer, but it didn't come. Looking around, he realised that Buffy had already stormed off, and was rapidly becoming a little spot in the distance.

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Buffy flopped down on the couch, seriously considering buying a pair of earplugs.

"And another thing. . ."

"Spike, if you say one more word about Angel, I will stake your ass."

He frowned, but didn't say anything else. With a satisfied little smirk, Buffy pushed the video into the machine, and sat back, ready to watch another episode of her life.

The camera panned around Spike's crypt, and Buffy could hear strange noises in the background. Thudding and. . . groaning? She made a mental note to keep an eye on the door. If Dawn came home and saw this. . . the last thing she needed was to give the girl some more fire power to tease her with.

She watched her and Spike's silly bantering with slight amusement. She couldn't see this happening now. In fact, she couldn't see any of the things she'd seen happening. *Maybe Anya was right* she though. *Maybe us watching these episodes has affected things.* She wondered whether she should stop watching before things got screwed up even more, but then mentally shook her head. If things were already affected, what difference would a few more episodes make? She'd watch to the end of the season, and then she'd stop.

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A few minutes later, Buffy watched in confusion as Warren stalked around a bar, looking at the girls.

"What do you think he's going to do?"

"Dunno, luv. I'll go out on a limb and say it's gonna be pathetic, whatever it is."

Warren pulled some weird flashing thing out of his pocket, and Katrina looked at it blankly.

"Okay, so what was that meant to do?"

"What?! He made that thing so he could control his ex-girlfriend? That is so sick!"

"Yeah, well, the guy is pretty sick, luv."

"Yeah, but this really takes the biscuit. I mean, mind control? That's awful!"

Buffy paused from her rant for a moment, and glanced at the screen. When she saw what was happening her anger went out of her mind completely.

"Are they *dancing*?"

"Looks like it."

"Why are they dancing? This is really scary. We all swore never to dance again. It's just too creepy after what happened with Sweet."

"Plus there's the fact that none of you can dance. That should count too, you know. None of you seemed to care that I had to put up with the lot of you screeching your heads off when that demon came. Nearly killed me, that did."

"Shut up, Spike."

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"Oh my God," Buffy said, almost shaking with rage. "That poor girl. I can't believe that bastard nearly did that to her. How dare he try to rape someone! That's just about the worst thing he could have done! I'm sorry, but this is personal now. I am going to find that guy, and I'm going to kill him."

"Buffy. . ."

"No, Spike! I don't care that I don't kill humans! That guy isn't human if he can do that! He's a thing. A disgusting, evil thing."

"No, Buffy. Look." Spike gestures towards the screen, and Buffy saw what he was talking about. Katrina was lying on a flight of stairs, dead.

"What?" Buffy stared at the screen, wide eyed. "He. . . he killed her?" She seemed lost for words for a moment, then stood up suddenly.

"I have to find him. I have to find him and kill him in the worst way possible. He's a sick, twisted bastard for doing what he did and I'll be damned if I don't make sure he's punished."

"Buffy," Spike said, gently grabbing her arm and pulling back down to sit on the couch beside him. "There's nothing you can do. This hasn't even happened in our world yet. All you can try to do is stop this from really happening, and there's no way that'll happen tonight."

Buffy sighed, and leaned against Spike's chest. "I know, I'm sorry. I don't know, I just. . . seeing him do that made me so mad I just wanted to hurt him."

"You will, pet. But not for something he hasn't done yet. And not tonight."

Buffy nodded slowly, wiping the tears away from her face. "When, then?"

"Soon. But not 'til after they've used that invisibility ray. Having an invisible slayer all of my very own looked like fun."

Buffy elbowed him in the rib, but she was smiling.

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"So, you have to work hard to stop thinking about me, pet?"

Buffy pushed him lightly, then turned back to watch a girl being chased by demon. She saw herself tackle one of them, and then look around confused as both the demon and the girl disappeared.

"Huh?"

"Hmmm, deja-vu."

Buffy shushed him as the screen flashed again, this time showing Katrina sitting crying on the ground.

"And again I say huh. What's going on? I thought she was dead."

Another flash, and Katrina was gone.

"Okay, this is beyond weird now."

She watched more flashes, and quickly became more and more confused.

"You want another deja-vu moment?" Buffy said. "Spike, what's happening?"

"Reckon it's those demons. Look like Rwasundis" After seeing Buffy give him a blank look, he sighed and said, "The hooded demon things. They distort time and what-not. Hang around 'em too long and your head'll get seriously messed."

Buffy nodded, watching as time continued to change. She gasped in shock as she saw herself accidentally hit Katrina hard, sending her flying backwards over the edge of the cliff.

"Oh God."

She watched herself run down the cliff after her, stumbling in the undergrowth.

Buffy gaped at the screen, unshed tears gathering in her eyes. If she thought she couldn't get anymore wide-eyed, however, she was wrong. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw Katrina standing nearby, watching them.

"God, how many times do you have to kill that bird before she'll stay dead?" Spike asked, frustrated.

"Spike!"

"Sorry, luv. But it's true."

She frowned at him, but didn't say anything as she watched herself and Spike argue as he dragged her through the forest, willing the screen to explain what the hell was going on. Eventually, Warren and Andrew appeared on the screen.

"What?"

"He said, 'Two problems, one stone' pet."

Buffy gave him a withering look. "Thanks for your help."

She became even more confused when Katrina herself walked into the van. However, it all became clear when she turned back into Jonathon.

"Those bastards! They set me up! Oh, I am SO going to kill them!"

"Tomorrow, luv."

"Right. *Tomorrow*, I am so going to kill them."

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She watched herself tell Dawn that she's going to go to the police with mixed emotions. She still felt angry with Warren for doing this, but she also felt a little annoyed with Dawn for not being very sympathetic. She had thought she'd killed someone and all Dawn could go on about was the fact the she was "abandoning" her. Finally, she felt very sorry for herself, which was definitely the weirdest feeling of all. It was strange feeling sorry for a character in a TV show, who also happened to be her. Just thinking that made her head hurt.

Now she was standing outside the police station, ready to go inside.

"I know you're trying to protect me, but there's a line, you know."

"And I supposed you're trying to tell me that that line comes before stopping the woman you love turning herself in for a crime she didn't commit."

"No, I'm saying it comes before not noticing that I'm in pain and need to do something to make it go away!"

"And going to prison for something you didn't even do?! How is that going to do anything except make you depressed and stop me from ever seeing you again? Not to mention letting Sunnydale get over-run with vamps."

"That's all this is, isn't it? You don't want me to go to jail because that'd leave you without your little sex toy."

"Little sex toy? Is that all you think this is? Because if that's what you think, I don't know if I wanna hang around. I love you."

Both people's attentions suddenly turned back to the TV as they saw a fight going on there that mirrored their own.

Buffy watched as Spike jumped towards her, in full vamp face.

"Okay," Buffy said, her eyes not meeting Spike's, "maybe I was wrong about the reason why you didn't want me to go. But you still have to let me make my own decisions."

"Buffy, luv, all you do is make your own decisions."

Buffy didn't reply as she saw herself hitting Spike in desperation.

Buffy grinned, relieved. She had tried to hide it from Spike, but she had still been extremely worried about the possibility that she was a demon now.

"Okay, this may seem like a stupid question, but why do you want her to check again? Do you wanna be a demon, or something? Cos if you do, I'm sure we could come up with an arrangement. . ." Spike trailed off, but Buffy ignored him as she watched the screen intently.

"Oh, right luv," Spike said angrily, getting to his feet. "So that's the only reason you wanted to be with Spike. Because you thought you were a demon. Well, that's just bloody great!"

"Spike. . . I didn't mean it in that way."

Both of them turned to the TV, waiting desperately to hear her answer. All they got, however, was Buffy staring blankly at Tara.

"Didn't mean it that way?!" Spike said, trying to cover up his pain with anger. "Well, it sounds like you bloody well did, doesn't it. You just said so yourself!"

Buffy got to her feet and walked towards him. "But Spike. . ." She put her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it away, and stormed to the other side of the room.

"Don't but Spike me! I've done a whole bloody lot for you, and I never asked for one thing in return! But you still gave me something. You. Or at least I thought you did. But it wasn't a reward, was it? It was a bleeding punishment. Yet another trick to driving Spike round the bend, and get yourself a good shag or two in the process, right Slayer? Well, I may be love's bitch, but I'm no prat." He marched out of the room towards the door, grabbing his coat off the banister in the process.

Buffy ran after him, tears streaming down her face. "Spike, please listen to me."

"Fuck you, Slayer." With that, he stormed out of the door, slamming it behind him.

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Half an hour later, Willow entered the living room to find Buffy curled up on the floor, sobbing. She instantly went to her friend's side, and put a comforting arm around her.

"Buffy, what's wrong?"

Through the tears, she heard Buffy gulp, "Spike."

"What did he do? Buffy, did he hurt you?"

Buffy shook her head, and looked up at her friend.

"No. I hurt him. He thought I was using him, and he stormed out."

"Were you?"

Buffy shook her head again. "No. But he thought I was cos of this whole depressed cos I was taken from heaven thing." A guilty twinge passed over Willow's face, but she kept it hidden. "And now I don't think he's ever going to come back. He wouldn't listen to me, Will. I tried to explain to him, but he wouldn't listen."

Willow frowned, trying to work up the courage to ask her the next question.

"Buffy, if you're not using him, does that mean. . . well, I mean. . . do you love him?"

Buffy looked into Willow's eyes, her lip trembling.

"Yes."
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