Note: Hey ppl, thanks to whoever reviewed, even though there wasn't that many, loll, any who, I can't write a long chapter, I have a party to get to, can't be late, so, this will probably be a bit of a short chapter, it might be long if I leave it till later.

Disclaimer: All the kick ass characters belong to Joss, *weeps.*

Buffy walked over to her friends, "Hey Buffy!" Willow said waving, not being bothered to get up. "Hey!" Buffy said cringing at the thought of turning her friends world's upside down, "So, was Orlando's bare naked torso gorgeous or what? Kind of like Angel's except Angel's isn't as wet, and I like Angel's hair better." Anya truthfully said, Buffy laughed, as did all the guys, Anya had once again embarrassed Angel.

"An, honey, we don't talk about our make-out sessions with our friends, got that sweetie?" Angel said blushing mixed colors. "Why not tell the truth? I mean, they all know that we get wild, I mean they're no better, I saw Willow and Xander in the girls locker room the other day." Anya said, she looked towards Willow and Xander who were

blushing and trying not to make contact with anyone, "You know, you guys think that no one can see you, but believe me, not only did half of the football team saw you but so did the soccer team, hockey team, basketball team and the cheerleaders, that evil bitch Cordelia should be on Buffy's slayage timetable or roster or whatever." Anya finished,

Faith tugged on Andrew's arm, come on midget, let's dance!" She said as she dragged him to the dance floor, "No! Wait, I have something to tell you all." They stopped, Faith shrugged and sat down. "What's up B? Something wrong with the whole vampire thing?" Faith asked comfortable seating herself on the couch next to Angel. "Yeah

something like that. Look, I'll get this over and done with. When I found out about myself being a slayer, never did I think that there was such thing as reincarnation, well, I was wrong, we've all had past lives, and when we were reborn into this era, we were meant to be in a group together, I don't know, whoever remade us must have foretold

that I was going to be a slayer, apparently, we are all useful to my demon fighting duties." She stopped, looking at their stunned faces, then she looked over to Tara, who wasn't surprised at all. Buffy continued, "Well, cutting to the chase, this is mainly about Spike, Angel and Tara, does everyone remember Drusilla? You know the chick that kicked my ass till it was black and blue? Well, in your past lives, you were all a part of a killer vampire group, she is the only one still living, if she finds you, you have no idea what could happen." Buffy continued explaining everything, "Well, I'm actually curious, what were our names? What did we look like? What were our origins? What did

we do?" Tara asked curiously "Well you all looked like you do now, you have the same physical traits, your names were." she turned to start with Angel, "Angelus." She looked at Spike, "William the bloody.and." she looked to Tara, "Darla." She finished, "You were all disgusting dead people, that killed humans in brutal ways, and back then, if I was the slayer, I would have killed you all." They looked at

her with raised eyebrows, "Oh! And you were all from England." Buffy finished with a small smile. Throughout the whole thing, Spike hadn't said a word, "Spike? Are you ok?" Buffy asked delicately, "Uh.yeah, I am.thanks slayer." He said nonchalantly. "I think I'm going to go outside, for a breath of fresh air." Spike said, "No! what if Drusilla is

out there?" Buffy said apprehensively, "Look, I understand that you're just doing your job, but I can handle myself." With that, he walked out the door and into the back alley. "Angel? What about you? Are you ok?" Buffy asked? "Yeah, I can deal, hey I have a slayer thingamajig looking out for me, you have super strength, and I feel fine." Angel

said kissing Anya's neck, "Tara? What about you?" Buffy asked, she noticed Oz was obviously worried he was gripping Tara's hand and Tara was hiding the pain on her face. "Well, I'm fine, obviously someone isn't." Tara said looking at Oz.

Meanwhile, outside, Spike takes a deep breath in and out, all of a sudden a hand comes over his mouth, his eyes widen as he feels a sensation in his.neck. His widened eyes get weaker and weaker as

they slowly close. Drusilla's long fingernails around his neck and chest let go as he drops to the floor, she then cuts herself across the top of the chest and puts his mouth to it, his eyes begin to widen again. She pushes him off as she leaves the alley, with his limp body lying on the floor with his arms an kegs sprawled.

A/N: I told you that you were gonna hate me. Oh well, makes the story more interesting. Review!