Author's Notes: This story takes place season 5, but Willow isn't a lesbian. I'm sorry to all Anya fans for this story!
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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"What?" Buffy asked.
"Anya wasn't just run over, she was set up…to be killed." Giles said.
"What?" asked Buffy, "By who?"
"Well, to me, it looks as if Anya was killed by a Desiran Demon, who kills you with your desires, in Anya's case, Money. He's sort of a bounty hunter." Giles explained.
"But who hired him?" Willow wondered aloud.
"That, I don't know," Giles replied looking over at Xander who had fallen silent in the chair.
The Desiran Demon stood waiting in the underground system of Sunnydale.
"Come on!" he shouted, "I want my bounty!"
"Did you kill her?" A mysterious man asked.
"Yes, and the others are all trying to figure out who killed her." The demon answered.
"Perfect." The mystery man answered. "Now go before I change my mind," he said handing the demon his bounty. "Now, I shall summon Illious the demon of Illusion," he said to know one in particular.
After his summoning spell was complete, from A swirl of dark haze came Illious.
"Why do you dare summon me?" he spat.
"I need an illusion, a who dunnit illusion." The man answered.
"A who dunnit? For what?" Illious said coming closer.
"Anya Jenkins, you've heard of her. She's an ex-vengeance demon. She's been researching a lot since she found my talsitment in that shop, she was on the verge of discovering my plan. What plan you ask? My plan to bring forth the best damn apocalypse this world has ever seen. I'm gonna take out that slayer. The world will be mine! And as for all those humans in it, well they will just have to go now won't they? Brilliant huh? Well the Who dunnit illusion is for the slayer and her gang. I can't risk them finding me out. " The mysterious man said.
"Ha, yes. I like it. I will aid in this plan. Just one question. Who are you?" Illious said.
"My name, can never be revealed."
"Fine." Illious conjured a bright white ball and hurled into the air. With a big poof it was gone. "There, that was the illusion, it will make that slayer and her group think that the world is a Who Dunnit mystery."
"Now go!" The man shouted.
Illious shimmered away and was gone with a bang, literally.
Suddenly everything went black and white. Buffy's 2004 attire became a thirty's hat and a dress with a string of pearls, everything was different yet nobody knew it.
Buffy Summers rang the doorbell to Spike the vampire's crypt. He just had to help her. He couldn't let a poor girl like her try and solve this murder by herself.
He answered the door. "Buffy Summers, as I live and breath, well actually I don't."
"Spike, there's been a murder! You just have to help a poor damsel like me!"
"Why should I girly?" He asked.
"To help me!" She shouted defensively. "Fine! I don't want help from you anyway!" She stormed off in the oddest ladylike manner clutching her purse.
To Be Continued