{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! A few snippets of dialogue from the film here, and closer to the plot of the film, I hope it works}

Chapter 5

Hard to breathe, adrenaline rushing through his blood. A message in his head, he hoped she would hear it, somehow. I love you Buffy, I won't let him get you. Mine. They'd been tracking him since he'd escaped, he could hear them, smell their bloodlust. He didn't know what they were exactly, but he knew that they were going to kill him. Stumbling over a tree root he became aware of the aching hunger in his gut, the sense of light headedness. He was also painfully aware of how his body was in excruciating pain.

For how long he didn't know, he'd been kept in a basement room in the manor. The three women had been keeping him for their master. They drank enough blood to leave him weak, and the rest of the time made him watch them fondle one another. He had managed to escape through the water, somehow. Now he was lost in the woods surrounding the manor, with them tracking him.

A savage growl, a girlish giggle. His blood ran cold.

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So the guy finally got a secretary huh? Faith mused as an American woman answered Giles's phone. She smirked.

"Hey, is Mr Giles there?"

"Yeah, who is it?"

"Faith, I'm a friend of his"

"Okay, I'll just check"

Faith heard muffled voices, the woman talking to Giles. An eyebrow quirked, that woman really was fulfilling the stereotypical role of secretary.

"Hello?" Came the heavily British voice of Rupert Giles, vampire hunter.

"Hey Rupes, it's me!"

"Faith? Good to hear from you! What's been happening of late?"

"I was hoping you could come out, we got a thing. Like, big thing." She looked around the dimly lit office "Something old"

"What do you mean?"

"This chick came in today with her friends. She was damn freaking out, been sleepwalking, and she had bite marks in her neck. Yet they'd disappeared when a doctor came to look at her. I couldn't see fuck-all but her friends both insisted they'd seen them, bleeding even days after they'd been made. I spoke to her, rich chick called Anya, gonna be getting married some time soon. Anyways, she said that her soul left her body, she couldn't control herself. And she mentioned red eyes, then bust into a panic attack. She also said she could still taste the blood, I think she's changing. It's a shit of a problem; add to that, she didn't remember until I asked her."

There was a very long silence at the other end. Faith waited for him to stop thinking.

"I think I understand"

"What do you mean?"

"Lord Rayne."

Faith froze "…no, you're shitting me"

"I am not…shitting you"

"You are! God! Don't scare me like that!" Panic was lacing her voice, she was scared

"I'm deadly serious Faith, you know I am."

"But it's not for certain right?"

"…no, but, I'll catch the next flight possible. Whoever it is, this girl is in trouble. I have a terribly bad feeling about this."

Faith lit up a cigarette, and mentally did something she hadn't done since she was little. She prayed.

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Buffy was leaning against the food counter at the cinema. Spike was buying popcorn for them, and she was able to forget about Anya's troubles and the lack of news from Angel while she focused on Spike, the good looking, polite English guy who made her laugh and she felt like she had known for years.

"Sweet or salt, love?"

Buffy jumped, that was exactly what Angel asked her every time they went to see a film. He knew she hated sweet, but he always asked. This set off a number of memories about him, and she felt incredibly dirty and dishonest being here with Spike.

"I…I shouldn't, I gotta…I gotta go"

"Buffy?"

She gave a weak smile and turned to leave. Spike frowned and followed her, quickly.

Turn left He thought, trying to direct her to one of the seating areas. She did.

"Buffy, love, please wait"

She turned, long enough for him to grab her arms and make her sit down on the bench.

"Hey! Let me go!"

"Don't be scared Elizabeth" He looked into her eyes, then down at the ground "Don't be scared of the dark, Drusilla, I won't let the nasty things hurt you"

Buffy's eyes widened "How do I know you? Who are you?"

"I have crossed oceans of time to find you"

As if it was all some kind of freaky dream, a white wolf came padding towards them. Dimly, Buffy could hear the screams and shocked expressions of people as they fled. In seconds the area was deserted save for her, Spike and the wolf. She turned with wide eyes to the blonde man beside her, his attention was fully on her, his expression almost hungry, a mix of desire and an emotion Buffy couldn't read. Adoration? He leaned in closer to her, to rest his forehead against hers. She wasn't sure, nothing seemed entirely real, but his teeth seemed…larger, predatory, fangs. He drew away

"Here Buffy…come on"

The wolf trotted towards them, it snarled, then from a soft pet on its head from Spike, it rubbed its wet nose against Buffy's palm. Her eyes widened even further, and tentatively she reached out her palm to stroke it. The fur was soft and silky, with a smile she turned to Spike, he had a look of delight across his face.

"He likes you"

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A heavy storm like this was not usual in LA. Yet it certainly fitted the arrival of one middle aged British man, in a brown trench coat, spectacles and a leather briefcase. Torrents of rain streamed off his black umbrella, he cleaned his glasses with a tissue, and with damp, cold hands examined the address on the piece of paper. He looked at the name of the house at the gate post, it matched up. He hunched up to avoid his neck becoming too exposed to the cold, then pushed open one of the metal gates and walked up the driveway.

He rang the doorbell, and waited expectantly. Presently, Faith answered the door, a man with dark hair stood behind her looking concerned, rubbing his chin.

"Rupert!" Faith smiled, pulling the British man into a hug, Giles returned the hug and placed his bag down in the hallway, he also lowered his umbrella and stepped indoors.

"Good evening Faith, how are you?"

"Good thanks, how was the flight?"

"As well as can be expected for such an accursed flying invention" He said briskly, shrugging off his coat and dumping it in the arms of the concerned man who appeared startled.

"Where is she?" Giles asked, picking up his bag

"Up here" Faith said, indicating for him to follow. Giles nodded and did so, the other man followed, noticed the coat and hung it up on a peg before hurrying after the two doctors.

"So she is showing signs of anaemia, taking iron tablets and is still getting weaker?"

"Got it in one"

"I see, is she suffering the signs of blood loss"

"Yup"

A shrill moan was heard from upstairs, Giles glanced at Faith then they both broke into a run. They burst into Anya's bedroom to see her writhing on the bed. Both were too busy looking at her to notice the cold shadow sweep out of the room.

"Shut the bloody door" Giles snapped, indicating towards the balcony as the other man entered, the man nodded and did so. Giles walked up to Anya and looked at her, she had passed out and was breathing shallowly, he frowned, then brought her hair away from her neck. Angry punctures were in the flesh. Bite marks. His face flashed from a frown into an anxious glare. He looked at Faith who was lighting up a cigarette.

"I don't care that we are in a Beverly Hills mansion, she needs a blood transfusion immediately. Put that cancer out Faith and come here, I'll need your blood"

Faith nodded and sat next to the bed, taking off her leather jacket to reveal her bare arm. Giles opened the bag and took out the necessary items for the transfusion, from the balcony door, Xander looked concerned

"Is that uh…hygienic"

"Do you want her to live or not?" Giles said shortly, Xander's adams apple bobbed nervously as he shook his head.

"Give her my blood" He said, Faith nodded and moved.

"Could hurt a bit" She said as she inserted a needle into Xander's arm, he winced and bit his lip, but did not move an inch.

"I'd die for her"

"That won't be quite necessary…yet" Giles said absently, putting a needle into Anya's arm

A few hours later, Faith and Xander stood in the garden. Oz had joined them while checking up on Anya. They all wore expressions of concern. Anya had, had 2 blood transfusions in the past 3 hours, and they still had no idea where all her blood had gone.

"What the hell took that much outta her…I mean, there was so little" Xander said disbelievingly.

"It's definitely weird" Oz agreed.

Giles came up to them, the rain had stopped and his hands were in the pockets of his tweed jacket.

"That is certainly the question. Do you know where the blood was lost?"

"Her neck" Faith said "There were holes in her neck"

"Exactly, but what's the problem with this scene?"

"…the sheets, her sheets and clothes were clean"

"So where did the blood go then?" Xander asked

"Where do you think?"

"What are you suggesting, some thing went up there, made the holes and took her blood as a souvenir?"

"Why not?"

All three Americans wore expressions of shock and disgust. Giles remained neutral

"We are not dealing with a mere case of sleepwalking or self harm. What we are dealing with is a monster, a beast, an unholy demon. Something that wants Anya, it lives by feeding on the blood of the living, and it will not let her go easily. We must act fast"

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Sitting in a dimly lit bar, hidden from public view, Buffy and Spike sat in a contemplative silence. Buffy was yet again musing upon her actions in recent hours. She knew what was happening with Anya, Oz had contacted her earlier. Things had gotten so plain weird since Angel had gone. Anya had fallen ill, she had some amazingly strong yet unexplainable connection with a British man called William, and Angel hadn't contacted her in months. Yet although all this happened, Buffy's heart was telling her to act like she was, she had to know why she had this connection. She wanted to explore it further.

"Don't you just love wine pet? It's got so much more character than other alcoholics, and it's such a nice colour."

"Are you drunk Spike?"

"Not at all love" He was more serious than earlier, more philosophical one would think. His voice had settled to a comfortable tone which made Buffy feel like she was alone with him, completely hidden from the world.

"What's England like?"

"…beautiful…"

Buffy got a faraway look in her green eyes "Woods and hills…ancient places…red skies at night and hares running across fields."

"You've been?"

"No…never"

He gave a soft variation of his usual smirk and sipped his glass of wine "You sound like you have"

"Maybe it's your accent…maybe that's why I think I know you so well…maybe that place I go to in dreams is summed up by your voice" She sighed and smiled "I don't know, maybe I'm just crazy"

"You could never be crazy Buffy"

"Don't you have a girlfriend back home William? A wife?"

"I did…once…long ago"

"What was she like?"

"Her name was Drusilla…she was beautiful, a real princess, a real lady…but she took her own life. Cut her throat while I was out picking flowers for her" His eyes met hers, she was full of a great sadness

"She was very sad"

"I know, pet"