{This is based on Bram Stoker's Dracula, some of the characters have needed some of their personalities fixed slightly, but they should be all relatively similar. I own nothing. Thankyou so much for the positive reviews! I hope this continues to live up to any expectations! Apologies for this chapter, there's an awful lot of speech, also, The Wolf Sisters are an invention of my own, I'm not stupid, don't worry}
Chapter 4
Buffy was certain she was going to hell. She could not stop thinking about William, or Spike, as she had recently been calling him. They were spending a lot of time together; Buffy felt some weird connection with him and on some level, didn't want to get him off her mind. This would be a good thing, fantastic and beautiful even…if it weren't for Angel. She hadn't received any word from Angel for about a month now, she was worried, but for some reason, not as worried as she felt she should have been. When the little anxious Buffy started trying to corrupt the rest of Buffy in an almighty panic, a voice would counter, saying Angel was a big strong boy and he could look after himself. He didn't need a frantic girlfriend.
She had agreed to stay with Anya that night, Anya had been sleepwalking again and she wanted someone there to snap her out of it or something if she did it again. Buffy and Anya were sitting on Anya's four posted bed which had once been involved in some film set in Arabia, with the curtains drawn around them, in the middle of the bed was a torch and both girls ate brownies. It was something they'd done since they were 6.
"I've decided something" Anya said, sucking chocolate off her finger
"Huh?"
"I'm getting married"
"What?! Who to? Why didn't you tell me IMEDIATELY!?"
Anya laughed "Because I wanted to be sure, but now I am. I'm going to marry Xander! I love him; I love him, be my maid of honour…please?"
"Of course I will…so, Xander…the architect right?"
"Yep, big…strong…and when he digs…oh…it just makes me think of when we're-"
"O-Kay, stop right there missy!" Buffy grinned "I'm so happy for you!"
Anya brought Buffy into a hug "Me to!" She drew away, taking another brownie "Have you heard from Angel?"
Buffy's face fell slightly "No…nothing, not for ages. I'm worried, I am"
"Oh, well, maybe he's having such a good time in England with this Lord…no…that sounds wrong" Anya's comment earned a small smile from Buffy "I'm sure it's nothing. He used to do this a lot didn't he? Before you guys started living together"
"Yeah…he'd go into a little brooding-fest every time I pointed out a tiny criticism. He showed up late for a date, I told him he was late, he wouldn't talk to me for like, a week"
"There you go then!"
"Yeah…it's nothing"
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It was some point during the early morning; Buffy had woken up and was lying there listening to the birds outside. Anya was still asleep, and Buffy turned to look at her. It was then, she noticed that Anya's breathing had become irregular; in fact, it was getting shallower and shallower.
"Anya? Anya!" Buffy kneeled and started shaking her friend's shoulders, Anya groaned
"Why's there an earthquake…?"
"Anya, oh, thank god, you're alive! Your breathing was going so weird and-"
Anya blearily opened her eyes "Huh? What?"
Buffy frowned, and looked at the plaster on Anya's neck. It was red with blood. Buffy reached out and ripped off the plaster, the wound was still bleeding.
Buffy looked at Anya, she showed an expression of confusion "We need to get you a doctor"
"No! No doctors! I'm fine Buffy, just fine!" After half and hour of trying to get Anya dressed and ready to see a doctor, Buffy was no closer to her goal. Anya was currently sitting on her balcony, the door to her bedroom locked, still in her night dress. Buffy stood in the garden below, yelling her persuasions up to her.
"Ahn! Please? You wouldn't want it to be something really serious would you?"
"Its not, so I am not worried"
"So why won't you go to a doctor!"
"NO!"
"Fine!" Buffy gave a large sigh and dialled the number of the doctor's surgery, Anya screamed from the balcony
"Don't you dare Buffy-!"
"Hello? Yes, I was wondering if a doctor could come to see my friend, she's been sleepwalking and cut her neck, it's still bleeding slightly after a few days. Yeah, that'd be great"
Buffy rattled off the address, then put down the phone "The doctors on his way"
"Buffy! I'll kill you!"
"…Okay, this is odd"
Buffy turned to see the blue haired man from the party. He had an expression of mild confusion "So, she won't go to a doctor, and she's upstairs…yet you're down here"
"Oz?!"
"…Right here An"
There was a squeal from upstairs, and then soon Anya arrived in the hallway wearing her red slip, she charged into Oz and gave him a hug. He kissed her on the cheek
"So, what's up?"
"Ah…Buffy she's just worried about me…I seem to be…losing a lot of…blood" Her eyelids were drifting downwards and her voice got fainter, Buffy glanced at Oz then got Anya to sit down in a chair
"The doctor's gonna be here soon…don't worry" Buffy locked eyes with Oz "Stay with her for a bit? I'll go get a robe for her"
"Sure"
Buffy smiled and left the room. Oz kneeled beside Anya "I've got, good news" Anya smiled
"Yeah? What's that?"
"I'm getting married!"
"Really?" His voice was still emotionless "Who to?"
"Xander…the architect. I'm going to be Mrs Anya Christina Emmanuelle D'Hoffren-Harris…"
"Congratulations"
She gave a wide smile "Thaaankyoou"
"No problem"
"Give me a kiss?"
He pecked her on the lips, then got up as the doorbell rang "I'll go get it"
Presently, Oz returned with the young Doctor, Knox. Buffy had gotten Anya to put on a white silky robe and was kneeling beside her friend.
"Hey, Anya"
"Hi…"
"So what's the problem?"
"A few days ago she was sleepwalking, has been a lot, and she's gotten all these scratches from the first time. She also has this wound on her neck, like, two punctures, and its left over from a few days ago. It's still bleeding, and she's lost a lot of blood"
"I put disinfectant on…and plasters…what's up doc…haha, Bugs Bunny…"
Buffy pulled a face and the doctor nodded, and examined Anya's neck.
"There's nothing there" He said bluntly, Buffy frowned. She looked at Anya's neck, it was healed. Her eyes widened in shock.
"But…this morning…"
"Looks to me like you were just tired or something, but she does seem to be suffering from anaemia…I'll prescribe some iron tablets, that should clear it right up."
"Okay…uh, Thankyou"
He gave a polite smile "No problem"
The doctor left. Buffy was still confused and glanced at Anya who was sitting there as she had been. Oz was frowning.
"I saw the marks…they were definitely there" He said slowly "…this is odd"
"But then…?" The blonde shook her head "This is weird" She looked at Anya's neck again, the punctures were still gone.
"…I have a friend…she deals with lots of people in the entertainment business in LA, she…might be able to help"
"How?"
"She's like…private doctor, psychiatrist. But she deals with a lot of weird stuff, people think they see weird stuff, and they go to her. She's called Faith, I think I should give her a call."
"…I don't think Anya's just got anaemia"
"Me neither, so I'll take that as a go-call prompt"
Buffy nodded, Oz left to go to another room and she turned her attention to Anya
"It's okay, we'll get help for you" Buffy said comfortingly "Try and sleep"
Anya nodded, yawning "…tired now…"
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A few hours later, Buffy, Oz and a now dressed Anya were sitting in the corridor of a small two storey building. To Buffy, it felt like they'd been zapped into some 1920s Crime film, she expected Faith to be wearing a trench coat…and possibly a hat. The differences with the scenarios being that the hallway was painted dark pink and there was paintings of abstract shapes on the walls. She sighed and checked the clock on the wall. This day was just plain weird.
Presently a woman with vast amounts of bright red lipstick and a Courtney Love style mop of peroxide blonde hair came out of the main room and into the hall. Lighting up a cigarette, she nodded her head at the door
"She's ready for you" The woman took a long drag of the cigarette then walked her and her red dress and leather jacket out of the building.
"…that's the type she normally deals with?"
"Yeah…she helps people break drug habits without the whole publicity thing" Oz said "Shall we?"
"Yeah"
Buffy and Oz helped Anya up and into the office. Oz swung the door open, and Buffy got Anya in and sat down on one of the metallic seats in front of the wooden desk. The room was dark blue, with a long blue couch and a load of pot plants. A punch bag hung in the corner, along with various paintings and the like. The window was covered by horizontal blinds, and the whole place smelt of cigarette smoke and perfume. Behind the desk sat a long haired, red lipstick wearing brunette woman in a leather jacket and a halter top.
"Hey Oz, babe" She said, smiling widely and dragging on a cigarette
"Hey Faith. This is Buffy, and Anya"
"Hey" Faith nodded her head at Buffy who gave a tight smile "What's the problem?"
"Anya, a few days ago she was sleepwalking, has been a lot, and she's gotten all these scratches from the first time. She also has this wound on her neck, like, two punctures, and its left over from a few days ago. It's still bleeding, and she's lost a lot of blood, the doctor came…but he said there wasn't anything there, and now there isn't. He said she has anaemia and gave her some tablets…but, Oz saw the punctures, so did Anya and my friend Willow"
"I see…" Faith got up and went to kneel down in front of Anya "Anya? I'm Faith, I wanna help. When you sleepwalked, do you remember anything?"
"I was…pretty out of it" Anya smiled weakly "But…" Suddenly her eyes widened in panic "Those…red eyes…and I couldn't control myself! And then…my soul left my body…and I woke up and didn't remember anything…but…oh god…those eyes! And he lured me…and I went…" She sobbed "I can still taste the blood…"
Buffy's eyes widened. Faith frowned but nodded
"I need to make a call, a specialist in this field. Rupert Giles, he taught me a lot of stuff, he can help."
Buffy nodded "…guess I'll call her fiancée and let him now what's going on…"
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"Master?"
"Yes, Mr Price"
"There is a slightly hitch in our plans. Mr O'Connor took a dive, and now he's missing"
"Is he alive?"
"I presume so Master"
"…send the wolf sisters after him"
"Of course Master…"