A/N: And here's the second chapter! Hopefully, this chapter's going to be a bit more of Buffy and less Sunnydale. Mostly concentrating on what happened in LA, but there's still some bits about Sunnydale. Hoping to let you guys know what's going on with Buffy from her perspective though. Because after all, what's a Buffy fic without Buffy?

It had been almost two weeks since the arrival of the two slayers, and the gang had taken the time to adjust to the news of Buffy's death as well as they could. Now Giles stood in his office with the British man who had just come into the library asking to speak with him.

"My name is Wesley Wyndham-Price, and I am here to be the watcher of Faith the Vampire Slayer," he said.

"This could have been done much easier outside," Giles sighed.

"What? But there are unsuspecting innocents… Six! I saw them when I came in!"

"Two of them are slayers and the others all know about the demon world," Giles said as he opened the door to step outside.

"Two slayers? And how could those other children possibly know?" Wesley looked quite shocked as he followed Giles.

Everyone looked up to watch the discussion.

"That is Faith, your slayer. The girl next to her is Karen; she is my slayer. That is Willow, who is becoming a promising Wicca, her boyfriend Oz, a were-wolf, Xander, and his girlfriend Cordelia," Giles pointed out everyone in the group in turn. "The reason there are two slayers is because Buffy, my previous slayer, died for a few minutes, and the next girl, Kendra was called. Drusilla, an insane yet powerful and old vampire, killed Kendra and Faith is her replacement. Buffy was recently… killed.. again. And Karen is to… to take her place." Giles took off his glasses and began rubbing furiously at them. Wesley stood in shock, trying to digest everything he had heard.

"Two slayers? I was not informed of this predicament before I was sent here… I must contact the council at once. And a Wicca? And werewolf? Werewolves should be killed, not taken in!" Wesley looked as though he were about to wet his pants.

Giles sighed again as he put his glasses back on. "Everyone here is a valuable asset, and the other four, not the slayers, have helped to save the world on one or two occasions."

Wesley's mouth fell open. "But… But…"

"Oh, good God man! Just accept it and move on! Are you really so closed in as that?" Giles demanded, as he got frustrated, flinging his arms about to emphasize his question.

Wesley looked at him. Then back at the group. Then Giles again. "I must call the council at once. How was the previous slayer killed? When and where?"

Giles looked away. "We don't know. After… After she stopped the last apocalypse she ran off. We al expected her to come back sometime, but… she won't be coming back now."

Wesley nodded. "There is a phone in your office, correct?"

Giles nodded.

"Right then," Wesley walked over to the office, a bit wobbly but he managed, and shut the door behind him. The rest of the group looked around at each other before shaking their heads and returning to their previous tasks.

*****

Buffy opened her eyes. Her head was pounding and everything looked sort of… off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew there was something wrong. And she was starving! Buffy couldn't believe how hungry she was; it was like she had never eaten before. She sat up to go get something to eat.

As she rose, she looked at her surroundings. This wasn't her apartment… It looked way too nice. And expensive. She was lying in the middle of a huge four-poster canopy bed, with velvet curtains such a dark blue that they almost seemed black. One of the sides was being held open by two ornate ropes. Buffy swung her legs over the side of her bed, and her feet found the plush, black carpeting. In her jeans and tank top, she felt very out of place. Buffy tried to remember how she had gotten there, and why she wasn't in her apartment. Then she remembered everything with Lily. How she had given her the apartment to return to Sunnydale. But instead, she had chickened out at her door and gone back to LA. She had been walking to the diner to look for Lily when she had heard someone following her. She remembered turning into an alley and attacking them when they followed her. She had been fighting… fighting… Who? And how had she gotten here still? It was… Then Buffy gasped as parts of the memory flooded back.

"Spi-" Buffy began, but he interrupted her as he stepped into the room.

"Hello, luv. Glad to see you're finally awake," Spike said. He was holding what looked to be a glass of red wine and it smelled so delicious. "Spike!" Buffy jumped up, shaking herself out of the trance the smell was holding her in. He must have done something to it.

"Yes, pet?"

"Where am I, and what do you want? And I'm not your 'pet.'"

"Alright, luv. An-"

"I'm not your 'luv,' either," Buffy spat at him.

"Suit yourself," Spike shrugged. "Always knew you'd be a feisty one."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you remember what happened? You're in our home. And you've been dead for about a day. Fell your face, look in the mirror, whatever you like. You should probably eat, too. You're always hungry when you first rise. There's a big bash in about a week, so you'll need to get a dress," Spike put the glass on a stand near the bed as Buffy looked frightfully towards the mirror, trying to push away the memories that were coming back in full force now: the memories of her death.

Buffy remembered fighting Spike in an alley. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand as she threw a punch at his face, and he twisted her arm behind her back, forcing her to turn around. Not even a second later, his teeth had been in her throat, drinking her, draining her… And then he had slowed down, and finally, he bit his own wrist and held it to her mouth. She had tried to resist, but she was too weak. Soon, some had slipped into her mouth and down her throat, and she was falling… falling into a black abyss…

Buffy gasped, covering her moth with her hands as her eyes widened. Slowly, Spike moved behind her and put his hands on her hips, guiding her over to the full-length mirror in a corner of the room. As they moved towards it, Spike couldn't be seen. Buffy however, showed up in the mirror, and she could see right through her reflection. It was transparent.

Buffy lost all control and let out an ear-splitting scream, yet before Spike could even try to stop her, the scream ended, and she slumped to the ground with a thud.

*****

Buffy rolled to her left and threw her right arm over a pillow. She smiled and curled closer to the pillow's chest. But… pillows didn't have chests… Buffy's eyes flew wide open as she rolled away. Spike was lying on top of the other side of the bed. He looked almost as though he'd been taking care of her before he fell asleep.

Buffy sat up and looked at him, studying him. In his sleep, he looked like an angelic child almost. His face lost its harsh, cruel, and teasing look and was replaced by a soft one. His lips looked soft and full. He looked like a corpse as he lay there, unmoving. But then, he was a corpse. And so was she…

Buffy looked over at the mirror again. Slowly, she stood and walked over to it, having to crawl over Spike's body to do so. Looking into it, she stared at her reflection. She could see herself, but she could also see the bed right behind her as she stared through her chest…

"I think it's because you were the slayer, pet. I really wouldn't know. I've never heard of one being Turned before," Spike whispered in her ear as he slipped his arms around her waist and pressed himself against her back.

Buffy was amazed, She could feel him: his arms, his chest, his chin as it rested itself on her right shoulder. But she couldn't see him. She raised her hand and pressed it to the glass, staring at the reflection through her palm.

"I'll go get you something to eat, pet. Then we can find out what else is different." Spike stepped away, and soon she heard the door shut.

Buffy looked around; the wine glass from earlier was gone. In its place stood a bowl of water with a rag in it. Buffy smiled softly. Maybe vampires could care? She shook her head. No. No, they couldn't. She noticed more drapes against the wall and walked over to them. Careful to keep them out of the way, she gently pulled them apart. A ray of sunlight trickled into the room. Cautiously, Buffy tentatively held out her hand and reached for the beam. Her fingertips went in, and she felt no pain. She slowly moved the rest of her hand into the light, staring at it in awe.

*****

When Spike returned to the room, Buffy was nowhere to be seen. Frantically, he looked around until he noticed the drapes in front of the French doors moving slightly, as though blowing in the wind.

"Buffy!" he yelled, on the verge of full panic now. Spike rushed over to the door and pulled away the drape, burning his hand in the process. He had begun cursing as he held it to his chest when Buffy stepped inside, immersed in sunlight.

Spike stared at her in amazement. She was covered in a glow from the setting sun. And she was doing something he hadn't seen since… Since that nigh tin the Bronze when they first met. She was smiling.

"Spike? What's wrong?" she looked at him curiously. He looked at her as though she were an idiot to be asking.

"Bloody hell, slayer! You're standing in the sunlight and you aren't frying to a crisp in case you haven't noticed! What kind of a reaction did you expect from me?" he shouted.

Buffy looked at him calmly. "Like you said, Spike… Must be because I'm the slayer."

Spike shook his head. It was unbelievable. A vampire. Who could stand in the sunlight and had a reflection. A transparent reflection, but a reflection nonetheless. They would have to find out what else she could do that most vampires couldn't.

"Luv…" Spike breathed in amazement.

Buffy smiled. Slowly and seductively she walked out of the light and over to Spike. She gently touched his cheek; he could still feel the warmth from the sun clinging to her skin.

"Did you sire me?" she smiled up at him. Spike stared down at her, and then nodded, beginning to grin. As soon as he nodded his head, he was lying on the ground. Spike looked up and saw Buffy's fist, realizing she had just punched him. He stared at her in an open-mouthed shock.

"Another difference, Spike? I kept my soul!" she yelled at him and ran back out into the sunlight of the balcony with Spike staring after her in complete and utter shock.

A/N: So tell me what you guys thought! Pretty please? And I'm having some issues with the internet on my computer, but I can still use my dad's to post. But things may take a bit longer because of it. Hopefully not. I've already got a good part of the next chapter done, so that should be up soon.