Buffy saw Dawn and Zoë rush out of the crypt, then she saw Spike's eyes focused on her.

"It's just you and me, pet," said Spike, "so what do you want to do first?"

"Why did Zoë and Dawn leave?" asked Buffy.

"They've got to get ready for the ball, as do we, luv" said Spike.

"Why did you turn Dawn?" Buffy asked. She had been asking herself why her whole life. Why was she chosen? Why did her parents split up? Why did her mother have to die? Why did she put her friends in danger? Why did she ever get involved with Spike in the first place? But this was her final why. Why Dawn? How could anyone hurt her sweet, innocent, little sister? Why would they?

"'Cause I loved her, pet," said Spike as he took out his favorite lighter and lit up a cigarette. "I couldn't kill her. I could never kill Little Bit. Besides, I promised you, didn't I?"

"Is that how you take care of her? You did kill her, you bastard!"

"I rescued her," said Spike matter of factly.

"You're a liar. That's not love. In what sick, perverse way is that love?"

"I could say a lot of things, pet. That I gave her eternal life, that I'll always be there for her, but the truth is . . . I don't have to answer to you." Spike walked over to a chest of 'toys' and pulled out a butcher knife. "So, luv, where shall we start?"

"That lady in the boutique was nice," said Dawn as she and Zoë walked down the street with their new clothes.

"I wouldn't know. You didn't save me any."

"Well, you got to eat the manager."

"You're a skinny little thing, Dawn, where do you put it all?"

"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful," said Dawn playfully.

"That's not why I hate you," said Zoë.

"Anyway, do you think we'll be able to convince Spike to wear the shirt we got him?"

"As long as he gets to wear his leather coat over it, I think he'll be fine."

"I can't wait for the ball. This is going to be so awesome. I can't wait 'til Spike sees my outfit, his eyes are going to like, bulge out of his head or something, and all the vamp guys are going to be checking me out tonight, it's going to be so great."

"All the vampires at this party are elite, Dawn. I doubt they'll be giving us a second look. They'll be more interested in Spike . . . and Buffy."

"Yeah, but we'll be Spike's dates, and he's going to be the vamp that took out the Slayer. I mean, Buffy's beaten gods and stuff, and Spike is going to kill her. Do you know how much status he's going to get? And we're going to get like, status by association. He's Spike, the Slayer killer, and we're like, the Spikettes."

"The Spikettes? Here's an idea, how about we never use that term again? And don't mention it to Spike. I'm not going to spend the rest of eternity being known as Spikette number one."

"How come you get to be number one?"

"He turned me first, Dawn."

"Yeah, but I've known him longer."

Zoë sighed. The realization that Dawn was going to be a teenager for eternity was enough to slam the little girl's head into the wall, but Zoë knew Spike wouldn't like that, so she restrained herself. "Here we are, crypt sweet crypt. You know, we have to talk to Spike about getting a bigger place." Just then, Zoë and Dawn heard Buffy scream. "Sounds like he's having fun," said Zoë as she and Dawn entered the crypt.

"Well, look who's back," said Spike, "my best girls. Get what you wanted?"

"Yes we did. We got you a shirt, too."

The three vampires were ignoring the girl on the ground. Buffy was chained up, naked, and full of all sorts of scars, bruises, and burns. She was weak from the torture and she was weak because Spike fed on her a little. She was glad the vampires were distracted because she desperately needed to rest.

"Well, don't just stand there, show me you outfits. Model for me," said Spike.

"Okay!" said Dawn excitedly.

Dawn ducked around a corridor and went to the bedroom. She quickly came back in a sparkling red tube top that was showing of her tiny waist and flat stomach (one of the benefits of being turned at 15). She was also wearing very tight black leather pants.

"Well?" she asked spinning around. But the coup de gras was a black leather duster very similar to Spike's, only built for a woman.

"Very nice, Little Bit, very nice." Spike turned to Zoë, "And you luv what did you get?" Dawn frowned. She thought she would get more of a reaction out of Spike. She also didn't like that he was turning his attention to Zoë so quickly.

"I'll show you later, I want it to be a surprise."

"Not fair, Little Bit got to see it."

"No she didn't, she was feeding."

"Well, I still want to see you in it," said Spike.

"Why, you're just going to tear it off anyway," said Zoë smiling.

"Well, yeah that's true," said Spike.

"How's our other guest?" asked Zoë. She and Spike looked at the ground at an unconscious Buffy.

"Oi, get up!" said Spike as he kicked Buffy in the thigh. Buffy awoke once again to a horrible nightmare.

"Maybe you're being too hard on her. We don't want her dead yet," said Zoë.

"She'll be fine. She's got that Slayer perseverance. Isn't that right, luv?" said Spike as he picked Buffy up off the ground by her hair. "So sweetheart, wanna have a go at her?"

"I'd prefer to have a go at you baby, if you know what I mean," said Zoë.

"What's gotten into you, luv? You've been a bit of a firecracker since this evening."

"Well shouldn't I be a firecracker? I'm with my guy, and I'm feeling great," said Zoë as she clung to Spike.

"Well that's good. I was worried about you for a minute. This mean you're over the whole jealousy thing?"

"Oh yeah, Dawn and I have reached an understanding." Zoë hugged Spike and looked at Dawn over her shoulder. Zoë's eyes turned black and her face formed a sneer. "Since the sun's going to be up and we've got all day 'til the ball, why don't you and I have a little pre-party fun?" said Zoë.

Spike smiled his most lecherous smile and asked, "And what did you have in mind, pet?" Zoë whispered something into Spike's ear. "Why you naughty girl, what am I going to do with you. Oh wait, I know just what to do with you." Spike picked up Zoë bridal style and moved toward the bedroom with her. "Dawn, keep an eye on your sis," said Spike.

Dawn was shocked. Spike ignored her, and they weren't even bothering to let her in on their fun. Just then, Dawn noticed Buffy lying where Spike had dropped her.

"Buffy? Buffy are you conscious?" Buffy mumbled something incoherently. "Good, you're okay." Then Dawn kicked Buffy in her jaw. "If they're not going to let me in on their fun, then I'll just make my own." Dawn picked up the butcher knife Spike had used earlier. Zoë's screams of passion drowned out Buffy's screams of anguish.