A/N: Thanks for the review. Sorry the dream was "el bizarro" (hee hee) but it was Buffy's dream not mine! And dreams usually are bizarre. Oh and if you thought the last few chapters were confusing ....

19

She didn't know where to start looking for either of them but she doubted that wherever they were they were there together. Spike, she didn't think, was in any immediate danger the Slayer figured he just wanted some time to himself but Angel had gone missing and not called and he would never do that unless he was in danger.

So Angel was in danger and considering the only real type of danger they had had at the moment were the clone demons she decided that their lair would be a good place to start looking for him. Buffy could have taken help with her but it would pretty much be moot because as far as any of them knew the Spike and Buffy demons were the only ones left and Giles and Willow etc wouldn't be much use against them – it would have been handy to have Spike along but that wasn't gonna happen.

The Slayer passed a few people on the streets but none looked particularly shocked to see her carrying the scythe around anymore, she guess the word had definitely spread about the Slayer Sanctuary. It was bad in a way because it meant they lost the element of surprise but then Buffy had always wondered how long they would be able to use the excuse that they were a 'abused women' home.

"Hey, lady"

Buffy turned and saw a young boy stood behind her; he was about fourteen, blond, blue-eyed, every parents dream kind of kid "Yeah?"

"Are you her?" He asked, eyes widening, "Are you her?"

"You are gonna have to be more specific kid...I have to go..." She sighed and turned back around to keep walking.

"Are you gonna rescue him?"

Buffy froze and turned to look back at the boy "Rescue who?"

"Angel, of course"

Buffy walked up to him, a step away "How do you know about Angel?"

"Everyone knows about Angel!" He grinned "And Willow and Giles and Faith! She's hot; I mean you are too..."

"How do you know all this?"

"Everyone knows it" The kid shrugged "Oh, hey, do you think you'll be able to do it? Save him from those freaky demons that stole all your identities...? Oh, hey, you might be the demon! Crap!"

Buffy watched with much confusion as the teenager turned on his heel and ran away from her as fast as he could. She looked on for a few minutes before she turned, shook her head, and ran toward the demons lair where, strangely enough, the kid had informed her Angel was being held. She rounded corners in blurred speed and got even more freaked out when people started coming out of their houses to watch her and cheer her on.

"Go Buffy!" One yelled.

"Save him! He's soo gorgeous!" Cried another.

"Kill 'em, girl! Kill 'em!"

The Slayer was more then just puzzled but she decided her puzzlement could wait until Angel was safe and sound and then she'd work on this mystery. The demon's house loomed ahead and she slowed then came to a halt as she saw Spike, the Evil Spike, leaning against the porch pillar casually and waiting for her. He nodded at her and lit up a cigarette, took a puff, and then beckoned her over with one hand.

Buffy felt the tingle up her spine, the one that told her she should not go in there because they knew she was coming and she had no back-up and that left her with a way big disadvantage. That tingle had always prepared her for the worse but had never stopped her walking into those situations anyway. She had once referred to it as her 'spider sense' and that was an accurate term as any...if you knew much about Spiderman.

She shifted the scythe slightly in her hand and then walked slowly and purposefully toward him. They both knew she couldn't hurt him and they both knew she was going into that house without a struggle.

Evil Spike moved toward the front door and opened it for her, the leather of his long duster cracked as he moved. He wore leather pants, a black shirt and the duster and boots and he was every bit the look-alike of Spike. Buffy moved past him into the door, always keeping one eye on him, she could smell his scent of smoke, blood and death just like her Spike.

Evil Spike shut the door behind himself as he followed her inside through the entrance hall which all looked very nice and normal, pastel shades, wooden flooring somewhere so...human. Yet so demon, obviously.

The demon walked around and past her and made it clear that she was to follow him and so she did she followed him like lamb to the slaughter. He walked down to the basement door and opened it, turning the light on and illuminating the darkness. Buffy's senses screamed at her not to go down there, not with him, here. However Buffy's heart reminded her that Angel was here and her heart always won over her senses no matter how foolish that was.

The stairs down the basement reminded her of her own one, in fact the whole house was similar to hers yet it was a place of evil and that was not similar. She reached the last step, remembering the last time she had been down here and rescued the two women that the demons had been planning to meld with or whatever they did.

Now though Angel lay on the floor of the basement, the middle of the floor, with his wrists and ankles bound in thick sailing rope. He was shirtless and his back seemed to be covered in black dirt like coal maybe. He looked up at her and shook his head indicating that she should not have come here at least not alone.

Buffy went to run to him but Evil Spike grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, kept her in place. She tried to shake free of his cold hand; she hated this demon for hurting Spike the way he had. Angel apart from being tied up and dirty looked unharmed. Her eyes studied him looking for even the slightest cut but she could not find it, he looked at her with his brown eyes and told her that she needed to get out of there now. She shook her head refusing and instead gripped tighter on the scythe while really wishing she could slice off Evil Spike's head of with it.

"Hey, you," Came a voice she definitely recognized "I've been looking forward to this for a long time now. I had hoped it would be under better circumstances but..."

Buffy looked up from Angel and saw herself striding confidently from the dark shadows, arms loose at her sides and an easy expression on her face. Now, this demon she could fight but as she tried to pull away from Evil Spike he gripped hold of her wrist tighter to keep her where she was. Evil Buffy was dressed in much more slutty apparel then the real Buffy would have been seen dead in. She wore a black halter neck top that showed way too much cleavage and a pair of leather pants that were way too tight, with knee high lace up boots. Her hair was down in soft shiny golden waves and her eyes were ringed heavily with kohl, her lips painted a very dark crimson.

"I can't get away with that shade of lipstick," Buffy pointed out, looked herself in the eyes.

Evil Buffy smiled "I think you can. Do you, Spike?"

"You can get away with anything, luv," Evil Spike grinned, giving Evil Buffy a lusty look.

Buffy looked at Evil Spike and her own counterpart and sighed "You two? Kind of taking the copying my life thing a little too seriously"

"Ooh, can we keep her?" Evil Spike asked eyeing up Buffy "We could have some good times, the three of us, some very good times..."

Buffy grimaced "Eww..."

Evil Buffy smiled "Much fun could be had but I'm willing to bet she's not up for that idea, are you honey?"

"I don't think no would be a strong enough word," Buffy said firmly "I came for Angel"

"I'm sure you did but you realize that this is a trap of the biggest kind, right?"

"Yeah, I figured"

"I figured that you'd figure but what I didn't figure on was that you wouldn't figure on bringing any of your little friends," Evil Buffy frowned "Did any of that make sense?"

Evil Spike shook his head "Very little, luv"

Buffy had had enough of this, when Evil Spike wasn't ready she suddenly shoved away from him and made a run for her demon double. She leapt over Angel who lay on the floor and jumped into herself, which was very weird indeed. They hit the floor already fighting and as Buffy tried to use the scythe against Evil Buffy the demon slapped it out of her hands and it went skidding over the floor. Buffy punched the demon in the face and, God, was it weird. She had discussed it with Dawn before but hitting someone that looked like her in the face felt stranger then she could have imagined. It felt even more strange when she felt her double punch her in the face, that, and she felt a lot of pain.

Buffy straddled Evil Buffy and grabbed her around the neck, strangling her. She heard the withdrawing of a weapon and turned expecting Evil Spike to be coming for her but instead she saw something much worse.

"Get off of her, now!" Evil Spike said through gritted teeth as he wrapped his arm tighter around Angel's neck as he held him up against his own body, Angel's hands tied behind his own back.

Buffy slowly released the pressure on the demon's neck and stood turning around to face her two old boyfriends, or at least one old boyfriend and a fake.

"Good choice, luv," Evil Spike nodded and he pressed the point of the stake a little bit harder into Angel's chest over his heart.

"Don't kill him," Buffy warned.

"Yes," Evil Buffy stood "Don't kill him. I'm not done with him"

Buffy turned to look at her demon double and arched an eyebrow, the way she had said that had sounded vaguely obscene and then Buffy saw the way Evil Spike's eyes flashed with a little hurt and she had to wonder whether Evil Buffy had the hot's for Angel and Evil Spike was jealous. It was like a bad soap opera...and it was exactly like her life.

"Buffy," Angel rasped because the arm was still around his neck "Get outta here!"

"She can't leave now," Evil Spike grinned, fire back in his eyes "The festivities haven't even begun to start, yet!"

Evil Buffy smiled and walked past her towards the demon with white blond hair. She walked up behind him and curled an arm over his shoulder and down towards his chest behind Angel's back. Buffy watched as Evil Buffy took the bottom of Evil Spike's ear between her teeth and pulled on it a little, she whispered something in his ear that made him chuckle dirtily.

"Do I have to see the show?" Buffy feigned boredom.

Evil Buffy looked up at her "You lived the show, honey"

The two demons laughed at that and then Evil Spike turned his head toward his evil girlfriend and kissed her long and deep. Buffy started to move toward Angel but one of Evil Spike's eyes opened and fixed on hers as he tightened his grip on the stake at Angel's heart. He proceeded to kiss Evil Buffy, with god knows how many tongues involved, whilst watching Buffy and she suspecting it was half to make sure she didn't come any closer and half for his enjoyment.

Buffy turned her eyes to Angel who looked really pissed off and motioned to Buffy that he was going to make a move against Evil Spike but she shook her head, it would do them no good because they couldn't hurt him and Angel was tied up anyway. The person they really needed was –

"Well, luv, you never show me that much affection," Spike said from his position on the staircase and they all turned to look as he jumped over the banister and landed in-between the face stealing demons and Buffy.

Spike was dressed in clothes that Buffy never would have betted on seeing him in and she realized they were the old clothes from the train carriage. He wore a white shirt with large billowy sleeves, laced up at the neckline but loosely enough that you could see the top of his pectoral muscles, it looked like something out of one of those period dramas – one sleeve was tied up against his body to keep it out of his way. He also wore beige pants that he had tucked his shirt into and knee high boots, Buffy looked at him and was reminded of the scene in Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy but Spike was way hotter and also with only one arm.

"Well, well," Evil Spike grinned, keeping the stake at Angel's heart "It looks like Long John Silver has arrived! Instead of a peg leg, give the man something for his arm!"

Spike laughed grabbed a section of the stair banister and pulled it off, twirled it around like a samurai sword "You haven't got it, mate. You haven't got what it takes to be me. So, come on then I'll take all of you Nancy's on, with one arm!"

Evil Spike laughed and threw Angel down to the floor and then ran at him, a wicked grin on his face, and stake ready to stab him in the heart. Spike grinned an identical grin and brought the wood down to hit Evil Spike on the head. The demon fell to the floor where Spike proceeded to hit him over and over again.

Buffy took the opportunity to launch her own attack on the demon with her face. Evil Buffy caught her in mid-air as she had been attempting to leap on her and threw her headfirst into a wall, very much dazing her. The Slayer slid to the floor and groaned, rolled out of the way just in time before her own scythe nearly decapitated her. The blade instead clanged into the concrete floor and sparks flared up, Buffy jumped to her feet and turned to see her evil twin wielding the weapon of the Slayers.

"That doesn't belong to you," Buffy spat "Just like my face, my body and my life doesn't belong to you"

Evil Buffy twirled the scythe around "Possession is nine tenths of the law, honey"

"Stop calling me that"

"What would you prefer? Buffy? That would be a little confusing"

"No, it wouldn't," Buffy said getting into a defensive stance "You call me Buffy and I'll call you bitch!"

As she ran at her mirror image Buffy was vaguely aware of the fact that the two Spikes' were still fighting and that even with one arm her Spike was holding his own. Angel was still struggling on the floor trying to worm free of his bindings and she knew that if the rope weren't as thick as it was Angel would have been able to snap it by now. These demons really knew what they were doing, she realized, it made her think that they had been studying them for a long time.

The scythe came up toward her face and she blocked it by catching the handle, which ended up in a major cat fight between the two Buffy's and she wasn't beneath a little girly fighting when it was necessary. Buffy kicked Evil Buffy in the shin and the look on the demon's face was one of hurt and disappointment. Buffy just shrugged and grabbed the scythe back from her before delivering a snap kick to Evil Buffy hard enough that she fell to the floor on her back. Buffy twirled the scythe and brought it up high above her head ready to bring it back down onto the face-stealing bitch.

That action got interrupted by a strong-arm curling around her neck and lifting her off the floor, Buffy was betting on Evil Spike. He twirled around and let her go and Buffy flew through the air and hit her head against the stone steps.

Blackness.

A/N: I make no apologies for confusing the hell out of you. All will be explained...probably. This is so stale it's like stinky yak cheese in Willow's bra but – REVIEW!