Title: From whence it came.

Author: Mell

E-mail: hos_angel@hotmail.com

Summary: Answer to a challenge at BRIN. Spike and Buffy are transported to a different reality where vampire's are the dominant force and rule the planet. Set in early season six, before OMWF.

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of BtVS, but the fic is mine. Don't post it without telling me first.

Chapter 1

The ground shook violently and they both fell to the ground. The blond vampire grabbed the slayers arm and dragged her further away from the huge black portal.

"I told you not to touch its back! Can't you ever listen to me?" he screamed at the top of his lungs to be heard over the storm around them.

Furiously, Buffy got up and pushed him away from her. She wouldn't let him blame her for this.

"Funny, I thought it was you that pushed me so that I fell on him, you idiot," she snarled at him.

He gave her an angry look and pushed her aside so that he could get a better look at the quickly expanding portal.

"Well, if I hadn't you'd been dead now, so a little gratitude might be in order, pet," he said in aggravation.

She rolled her eyes and looked at the portal as well.

"Whatever," she said in her most uncaring voice before pointing at the thing they both where watching. "What is that thing?"

He shrugged and took out a cigarette from his right duster pocket.

"A portal," he said calmly. "The Sharake demon has this thing on his back that opens it."

Buffy stood beside him and waited for Spike to continue, but he seemed to be finished.

"And?" she finally asked, her patients running out.

"And what?" he asked, very aware that he was pissing her off.

She rolled her eyes and walked closer to the portal.

"And where does it lead? And how do we get rid of it?"

He shrugged and took another drag of his cigarette.

"Don'no. But I think we should call the watcher. Or maybe Red, she's a smart one."

Buffy thought about it for a moment. She had to admit that he was right, but she didn't want it to look like he was the boss here. The portal didn't look so bad, she was sure that it wouldn't hurt to at least give it a try without the aid of Giles and Willow. Determinedly she walked towards the black thing hovering less then a meter over the ground.

Behind her Spike growled in annoyance and followed her.

"You have any idea what your doing pet?" he asked her. "You could be sucked in, you know, and end up in some hell dimension somewhere."

She didn't even turn to look at him as she replied.

"I don't really see the difference between being in a hell dimension and being with you, Spike" she said calmly. One second later she was dragged in.

"Bloody hell," Spike snarled as he saw his love being dragged into some unknown alternative dimension. This couldn't be good. Only stopping for one moment to contemplate on how much of a fool he was to do this, he jumped in after her. "This should be fun," he muttered as the nausea hit him.

It was dark. And cold. Cursing silently to herself for not taking a warmer jacket when she left the house earlier that night she sat up carefully, and rubbed her aching back. Her landing on the hard ground hadn't been very comfortable. She had no idea of where she was, but something about it looked familiar. A lamp on a street corner fifty meters away or so dimly lighted the place. Around her stood small stone things, many of them broken in half. She slowly crawled up to the nearest one and read the inscription.

Roseanne Jones

Beloved sister and daughter

1957-1964

Feeling a little depressed of the sad writing, Buffy continued to the next one, slowly so that her back wouldn't hurt anymore then it already did.

Jennifer and David Torrance

You will forever be in our memories

1947-1968

While continuing reading the gravestones, she was puzzled to find that almost all of them had names and dates of young people that had died sometime during the 1960's. There were quite many gravestones older then that, but on those the people also where older. But there was no gravestone with the name and date of anyone that had died after 1970. Afraid that she might have been sent back in time when she was dragged into the portal she ignored the pain and stood up.

All around her she saw gravestones, and saw something very familiar. It was the door to a crypt, and it looked almost exactly the same as the one that Spike lived in back in Sunnydale, just a little less taken care of.

"What is going on?" she murmured as she hesitantly pushed the door open. It was just as she remembered it, except there was no furniture. Unless there were many different crypts that looked precisely the same, this was Spike's crypt.

Thinking of him, she realized that she didn't know if he was here. He had been further away from the portal then Buffy, but there was a possibility that he'd ended up her as well anyway.

"For once I wish that your here, Spike," she muttered as she turned to walk out form the crypt. Suddenly she stopped and looked at the blond vampire in front of her in surprise.

"I am here, love. If I'd known that you missed me I would've come earlier," he said, while giving her his trademark grin.

"You wish Spike," she said harshly as she pushed him away to get out of there. Suddenly the air in the crypt seemed very old. Wishing that there were more light she looked around once more. "You have any idea of where we are?" she asked him impatiently. "And how to get out of here, cause I've left Dawn home with Willow, but she'll have to go to classes soon."

Spike followed her outside and looked around.

"This place looks familiar, but old. You think we're in the future or summat?"

Buffy shrugged and started walking determinedly towards the street lamp.

"Don't know, but I'm going to find out."

Sighing he followed her and wished for the umpteenth time that he could just stop giving a buggering hell of her, but he couldn't. She was all that was on his mind, and he didn't have any great hopes that that would change any time soon.

"You think that's a good idea luv? We don't know where the hell we are, and you want to go stand in the light so every nasty around her can see you?" he said, suddenly very tired of their whole situation.

She just shrugged and continued, clearly not caring of what he thought. 'Nice to be appreciated' he thought ironically. Reaching for his cigarettes he found that there was none there.

"Oh, bloody hell," he breathed out, making Buffy turn to look at him.

"Something wrong? You've seen something?" she asked, thinking that they might be in danger.

"My cigarette's gone. And my lighter too," he complained, well aware that he sounded childish, and not liking it very much. But at the moment he didn't care enough to do anything about it.

Buffy turned away from him in annoyance and walked the final steps into the light.

"We need to find someone that can tell us where we are. I'm not very fond of the idea of spending the next couple of years here with you, so we should get going," she said, her voice not showing any feeling at all.

"At the moment I really share that feeling," he replied coldly, although he didn't mean it.

To his surprise Buffy laughed and walked up to him.

"Poor Spikey, you don't even like yourself enough to spend more then five minutes with you," she said in a jokingly, clearly not realizing the hurt that the words caused.

And Spike wasn't going to show it either. He snarled at her and was about to give her a comment back when he saw a car approaching on the road near them.

"Get down slayer," he whispered and pushed her to the ground. Buffy hadn't seen the car yet, and she got furious at him for doing that to her. She quickly stood up to tell him what a jerk he was and was immediately caught in the spotlights from the car. While seeing it she pushed the possibility of them going back in time away. That was definitely a modern car. The kind that costs more then she could earn in ten years, and that she only saw in magazines. The vehicle slowed down and stopped a few meters from them, the driver eyeing them hesitantly.

"I told you to get down, Slayer," Spike whispered to her.

Buffy gave him an incredulous look and turned to the car and smiled. The driver had still not opened the door so he couldn't hear anything of what they said.

"He's in a car, Spike. I haven't seen many vampires searching for happy- meals on legs from a car." Chuckling over that she remembered his comment on people from when they first had a truce, he leaned closer to her.

"It's not vampire's I'm worried about, luv. We don't know where the hell we are, that man could be anything."

She gave him her most radiant smile before walking towards the car.

"Only one way to find out," she said with her back towards him. When she reached it the driver slowly rolled down the window and smiled back at her, although not as brightly.

"G'day sweetie. You shouldn't be out running at this time of night. You want a lift?" he asked flirtatiously, ignoring the deadly stares the blond vampire behind her was giving him.

Buffy watched him curiously, before slowly reaching for her coat-pocket. The man saw it but didn't make any move to stop her.

"Thanks," she said slowly. "But I think I'll manage."

"Buffy." Spike started but was stopped by Buffy's glare at him. He sighed in defeat and walked up next to her. "Oy, mate. We need some info on this place. Like, where the bloody hell are we?!" he said threateningly.

To his surprise he saw the man laugh, and before Spike had time to react, he had reached out his arm and grabbed him by the collar of his T-shirt. The man then let his game face come out and gave them an even bigger smile.

"All you need to know at this moment, Blondie, is that I think you'll be a perfect dinner," he said, still smiling. But then he seemed to realize something. He rolled his eyes and let go of Spike. "Just my luck, I'm looking for a feed and all I find is a demented vamp and his human girlfriend." Giving Spike and annoyed look he got ready to roll up his window again. "I'll give you an advice, boy. Next time you feel like taking a stroll around the old graves, avoid pissing off hungry vamps, okay? You're lucky it was me. Anyone else would've staked you just for being annoying."

Buffy gave Spike an amused look before nodding slowly. Spike smiled back at the vampire, and their new friend suddenly seemed to become less secure of himself.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry 'bout that mate. I can take care of myself you see." Two seconds the vampire was dusted by a stake he didn't even have time to see. "That was fun," Spike commented, grinning like a madman.

"I think that guy was right, you are demented," Buffy said as she opened the door to the car. Seeing the pile of dust on the driver's seat she gave Spike a look. "You drive," she said and walked over to the other side and stepped in.

"Sure thing, princess," Spike muttered. "Always wanted to drive one of these anyway."

After twenty minutes of driving around in silence Buffy opened her mouth.

"This really is Sunnydale," she said, more to herself then to him.

Spike smirked and drove of the main road so that they where on a smaller one.

"You realize that now pet? I sussed it out ten minute's ago when we drove past your house."

She ignored him and looked out through the window. Something seemed to catch her attention, and Spike couldn't help but stare at her every chance he got. She truly looked beautiful, in her long blond hair that was put up in a ponytail. The strands that had fallen down from it and hung loosely around her face only made her look even better. Silently he wished that he could push one of the largest strands behind her ear, he could feel his hands twitching, but he knew that she wouldn't let him. She'd probably start yelling at him, threatening to stake him if he ever did it again.

"So what do you think we should do now?" Spike asked, suddenly feeling the need to break the silence.

She shrugged without looking back at him.

"Don't know. We should maybe try to find somewhere to sleep, I'm exhausted." He smirked at her.

"Can't wait to be in a room with me, Slayer?" he asked seductively, and she turned to him.

"In your dreams Spike. We're having a room each, or you're sleeping in the car."

He was about to object when she pointed at a building ahead of them beside the road. A huge neon sign next to it said 'Motel'.

"Perfect," she said cheerfully and looked at him expectantly. But he didn't make any move to slow down. "What's wrong with you Spike? I need some sleep, and you don't look like you could be awake more then a couple of more hours either."

Spike didn't answer, but quickly stopped the car, wheels screeching.

"Buffy," he started, trying not to sound too impatient with her. "We have no idea where we are, or what the people that live here are. That vampire from before indicates that there are some demons here, so I think we should lay low for a while, 'til we know what the deal is with this place."

She stared at him for a moment, but then looked away, defeated. Grudgingly she admitted that he was right.

"But that doesn't mean that I don't need some sleep, cause I do. I'm going to fall asleep in the car soon."

He shrugged.

"Why don't you? I can be awake for another couple of hours, despite what you think. And when the sun starts to rise I just find some shadowy place to park and I get some sleep to." He really didn't mind this idea, sleeping next to her.

But she opposed it.

"No way I'm sleeping her next to you," she said, sounding almost shocked by him asking that. But deep down she couldn't help but like the idea. But she couldn't let him know that. "Plus, this car stinks," she added as a last objection.

Spike shook his head in annoyance.

"So what do you suggest we do then? Break in to a empty house or something?" He stopped for a moment to consider it. "Actually, that wasn't such a bad idea."

End part 1

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think!