So I now wrote the chapter 4. I probably wont update more this week. More is coming next week, though. Review ;)

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Chapter 4

"We have fans?" Willow repeated.

"Yes!" Buffy said with a high pitched voice. "And they wanted my autograph. And they called me Sarah!"

"That's probably the name of the actress who plays you in the series," Giles explained.

"Actress?" Buffy said. "I'm played by an actress?"

"No, an actor," Spike mumbled. "Of course you're played by a bloody actress."

"So the girl on tv wasn't me?" Buffy sighed. "So I'm not gonna sing!"

"Damn!" Anya yelled. "I thought it was kinda cool."

Xander was examining the VCR-collection under the tv. "This is just insane!" he said and lifted some cassettes. "Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. Buffy... Oh, and what a surprise! Buffy! This guy must be obsessed!"

"How do you know it's a guy," Dawn said and lifted an eyebrow. "Can't girls watch violence?"

"Hey!" Buffy yelped. "It can't be just violence! I have other stuff in my life too! And I was singing, ooh, that's so violent!" She thought for awhile. "And you can't watch violent programs from tv!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dawn rolled her eyes.

"Check this one out," Xander said. "Angel."

"What?" Buffy and Spike yelled in unison. "Let me see that," Buffy took the cassette. "Are you sure it's Angel, not some kind of... Heavenly creature thing?"

Xander shrugged and Buffy put the cassette in the VCR.

"Yup, I think that's Angel," Willow informed. Buffy was just staring at the screen. Spike walked over to the VCR and pushed the off-button.

"I don't think that's what we want to watch," he said, almost jealous to the tv.

"That's not up to you to decide!" Buffy shouted.

"But I don't want to watch it either," Dawn moaned.

"Why did they make a tv-show called 'Angel'," Xander said. "Why not 'Xander'?"

"I think we have more important issues right now," Giles said.

Tara nodded. "I-I think we should try to figure a-a spell or something," she said quietly. "We..."

Someone stepped in.

"Oh... my... God!" she cried. "It is true!"

"How do you do? I'm..." Anya started.

"Yes, yes, I know who you are!"

"I don't believe we have met, actually," Anya said, trying to be polite.

"What? Are you kidding?" the woman laughed. "Of course we haven't. But everybody knows who you are!"

"Oh," Anya said, pleased. "Really?"

"Well, at least the ones who watch Buffy!" the woman almost jumped on the walls. "I can't believe you're in my house!"

"Geez," Buffy muttered. "Another fan."

The woman shook their hands. "Oh, I'm so your number one fan," she said as she reached Buffy. "I've seen all your movies and every single episode of Buffy that has aired!"

"I think you've mistaken," Buffy said. "See, I haven't made any movies..."

"Oh!" The woman looked at the VCR. "The new episode!" she cried. "Thank God my niece records every episode. Otherwise I would miss it," she chuckled. "I was at dentist, I couldn't book any other time... What a pity!"

"Bloody hell," Spike muttered. "This is just... Crazy."

Dawn pulled Buffy into a corner of the room. "Your fan," she said. "Is a middle-aged woman!"

"I know!" she whispered. "Am I so boring?"

Dawn shrugged. "You never tell me anything, you know, about slaying. Maybe it's boring."

"So risking my life is boring, huh?"

"Coffee, anyone?" the woman yelled, carrying a pot.

"I'm starting to miss the blob monster," Buffy said.