Disclaimers: Still own nothing. What I wouldn't
give to own Spike...
Notes: Wow, thank you everyone who's
still following this story. I know it's been forever, but I've
recently been inspired by "It's a Bad Bad World" a.k.a. the
season finale of Charmed. Therefore, I hope to have this story
updated every Wednesday or Thursday. We'll see if that actually
happens. Let's hope that it does...
"Dru, what do you mean he's the only human with out a soul?" Spike slowly asked.
The brunette nervously looked over her shoulder. "Please, let's just go inside and I'll explain."
"You believe us then?" A surprised Willow asked.
"Yes, yes." Drusilla said as she looked over her shoulder again. "Please, come inside with me."
The couple nodded and Drusilla ushered them into her house, slamming the door just as Angel tried to follow them inside. "God, God." Drusilla said nervously as she flipped the main bolt and then another three locks on the door. She sighed heavily and leaned her head against the door.
"Dru? Pet?" Spike cautiously asked.
"Don't call me that. You're not him." She responded as she spun around to face them. Before Spike or Willow could respond or ask any questions she hurried into the doorway of the hall. "Darla!" She called. "Darla!"
"Dru, you could wake the dead with your hollering." The blonde complained as she walked into the hallway.
Spike stared at the blonde in shock. This was definitely not his Darla. For one thing, she was dressed in gray sweatpants and a white tank top. Spike was certain he had never seen Darla in pants in his whole life let alone sweat pants. He watched as she lazily ate ice cream out of the container. And if Spike stared long enough he could vaguely see- no. He shook his head. 'No, she can't bloody well be. If this Darla were than the other Darla would be too. She can't bloody well be pregnant.'
Willow on the other hand was extremely confused. As far as she knew, Darla was staked by Angel her sophomore year. She didn't know why or how this Darla could be alive when the other one wasn't. 'Unless Darla never really died.' Willow silently mused.
"Sorry." Drusilla sighed as she apologized to Darla. "I was making sure you were still here and the back door was locked."
Darla cocked her head to the side and looked at Drusilla. She hadn't noticed the confused Willow or the shocked Spike. "Why?" She asked as she took a bite of ice cream.
"Your crazy ex-boyfriend was outside." Drusilla explained.
"Shit." Darla groaned as her hand instinctively flew to her slightly swollen stomach. Suddenly, she got the feeling you get when someone other than the person you're talking to is staring at you. Curious, she looked around Drusilla and saw Spike and Willow. "The Prodigal Brother returns." Darla quipped as she saw Spike staring at her. "What no hug for your big sis?"
Spike stared at Darla as he continued working his theory out in his mind. 'Okay, if Darla is pregnant, then that has to mean... No. There's no bloody way. First thing, if Peaches shagged Darla again, he'd be that bastard Angelus again. Second, vampires can't knock any one up.'
Darla watched who she thought was her brother. "What? Cat got your tongue? You had to know I was pregnant, Will. I thought you and Angel were still pretty close."
Willow quietly slipped closer behind Spike. She knew that both Darla and Drusilla were human, but she was sure they were far from harmless. She wasn't sure if anyone could stay innocent if they lived in this world long enough.
"It's not William, Darla." Drusilla said softly.
Darla took a step backwards. "Then who is he?"
"He's kinda like your William's opposite." Willow spoke up.
"Dru, you let someone evil in the house? Again?" Darla moaned.
"Hey, I'm not- Wait..." Spike said as he began his regular 'I'm evil' speech only to find that he couldn't give it because if the other William hung out with all evil Scoobies than that would mean that he was good...
"He's not evil." Willow told both Darla and Drusilla. "Well, actually he's reforming."
"No! No." Drusilla said as she stepped away from Spike and Willow. "If you're good than my William is... No! I refuse to believe that he's turning evil. No! He loves me!" Drusilla insisted.
"No, he doesn't." Spike said.
Drusilla gasped as she felt tears begin to pour down her face. "No." She breathed as she ran up the stairs into her room.
"Spike, you shouldn't have said that." Willow chided him.
"But it's true." Darla said softly. "Mum always said to tell the truth." She looked up at Spike. "Why are you here?"
"We need some help."
--Sunnydale--
"That bitch is going to die!" Buffy yelled as she stormed into the Magic Box, dragging a somewhat nervous Xander behind her.
Anya looked up from the cash register, where she had been counting her money. "Oh, Giles isn't in here. He's in his office with the door locked on the phone with the Council. Well, at least I think he's on the phone with the Council. He's speaking more British like than usual." She commented from behind the counter, completely unfazed by Buffy's death threats.
"My girlfriend, every one." Xander commented dryly.
She simply beamed at him and went back to counting her beloved money.
Buffy rolled her eyes and stormed over to Giles' office. "Giles!" She yelled as she easily broke the lock on his office door and threw the door open.
The watcher in question sighed and looked up from the book he had been reading. "Buffy." He said as he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I was wondering when you would come back."
"Giles, she nearly killed Riley. She's unstoppable. I have to kill her." Buffy began firmly.
"I know." Giles said as he stood up and put his glasses back on.
"You know?" Buffy asked incredulously.
"Her world is the evil version of this world. Of course she'd be unstoppable. She is a vampire with dark magic. However, you can't kill her. Killing her would kill our Willow." He said firmly.
The slayer sighed. "What are we supposed to do then, Giles?"
"We have to get them back to their world as soon as possible. The longer they remain in this world, the more off balance their world becomes and vice versa."
"Wait." Buffy said as a thought suddenly came to her. "If we're the same in the other world only backwards, wouldn't Willow and Spike act the same as the other two?"
Giles shook his head and polished his glasses. "I'm afraid not. With the worlds as off balance as they are, it's most probable that their actions could be quite different."
Buffy sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "So now we just have to find them, send them back and hope our counterparts do the same."
"I'm afraid so."
Again, Buffy sighed and was about to say something more when Xander suddenly burst into the office. "I think we found them." He nervously said.
"Xander, how did we find them if we haven't left the Magic Box?" Buffy slowly questioned.
"I found that TV that Giles hid in the back room." Xander said as glanced at a sheepish Giles. "There's a news report of two vigilantes holding up that singles bar on Main Street. One a red head. One a somewhat timid male with brownish blonde hair. Every person was killed. Each person was drained of blood. They're saying that it was attacked by wild dogs."
"Well, I'll start there." Buffy said as she left the office.
After she left, Giles sighed, and pulled out a hidden bottle of brandy from under his desk. As Xander raised an eyebrow, Giles raised the bottle to his lips and took a large drink before putting it away again.
"Hey, Giles?" Xander finally said. "What's a vigilante?"
