Buffy's mouth dropped open. "Oh my God. Spike was right."

"Spike? Right? What color is the sky in your world, Buff?" Xander inquired. "How could Spike be right about anything?"

"He said there were a bunch of them after Angel, too. And my God…" She watched some of the last girls exit and sneered. "We've gotta do something. They're such…whores!"

Giles cocked his head and nodded. "Well, I suppose some of them are seriously lacking in proper coverage, but 'whore' is usually a term I'd reserve for-…"

"We've gotta do something now, Giles," Buffy spun around and demanded. "I don't want that lot ever even reaching L.A. I want a way to take them out. The vampires and demons I can handle, but the humans I want a way around."

The older man rubbed his temples. "We can't just…find a way around their being human, Buffy. They're…out of our league. And you said there were droves of them, dozens. You can't fight this many."

"I can damn well try."

Anya spoke up from her perch near the register. "You really can't, Buffy. I remember this happening a long, long time ago. I mean, if it happened to Louis, it'll happen to Angel."

Buffy cocked her head. "Who?"

"Oh, you know. The vampire? He hung around New Orleans for a while. I met him a while back in another dimension. He said the exact same thing happened to him."

Giles raised an eyebrow and cleaned his glasses. "You mean the Anne Rice character? Anya, he was just a fictional-…"

"No, he's real. I met him. I told you; different universe. The poor guy got totally swamped by hundreds of wild, raving girls back in the early nineties. They make a movie and cast Brad Pitt as him, and suddenly every Mary, Sue and Lucy seem to think he's their soul-mate," she sighed. "I mean, he was good-looking, but too broody. Just like Angel."

Buffy's jaw hit the floor. "You mean…when I killed those guys that claimed they were Lestat…one of them might have just been him?"

Anya shook her head. "Nah, he probably isn't stupid enough to hang around and get slain. Never met him, but Louis said he was a cocky little thing."

The Slayer gave it up and turned back to the group. "Ok, so I can't fight them. There's too many. But how do we get rid of them?"

Giles was pulling books out. "Well, you spoke of this fighter, this being that killed them and took…what? From their bodies?"

"I-I don't know. Some kind of little glowing bead. Different colored beads. He put them in some sack on his side and disappeared."

"So this person can kill them. Why would we want to stop him?"

"We don't. If they're not real people, then what do we care if they all feel the Buffster's stake?" Xander said, shrugging his shoulders. "But it is a shame. All those cute little teenage girls…" A stern look from Anya shut him up quick.

"I want to tell Angel, though. Or…let him tell me," she said, mulling it over. "Spike said he was looking for me anyway."

Suddenly the back door opened and everyone turned to see the vampire standing in the doorway.

"Speak of the devil," Xander commented as Angel crossed the room.

"Buffy, we're getting attacked," he claimed.

"Yeah," she answered.

"No, you don't understand. It's not the normal kind of attack. We've never faced this before…"

"Ok."

'Buffy, you're gonna think I'm nuts, but you have to believe me. Doyle, Wesley, and me…we've been under siege by an army of…teenage girls!"

Buffy nodded. "Yeah. We know."