After Spike and Zoë were through with their "fun." Spike emerged from the bedroom area and found Dawn beating Buffy severely.

"Little Bit, what are you doing?" asked Spike who was afraid of Buffy's lack of movement. Dawn turned and realized her faux pas.

"Umm . . . nothing."

"Nothing. 'Cause it looked like you were beating Big Sis, even though I told you not to. Care to explain."

"I was just . . . see . . . she . . . umm . . . well you and Zoë were having fun without me and I wanted to have fun, too!" Dawn braced herself for Spike's wrath.

"Well, I guess we were a little unfair to you."

"Really? I mean, yes you were."

"Is Big Sis still alive? Tell me she's still alive, Dawn."

"Umm . . . I think so?"

"For your sake she'd better be." Spike walked over to Buffy and attempted to wake her, but Buffy didn't respond. "Come on, Slayer. You're not going to ruin my big night. Get up. Get your arse up!"

Buffy responded by taking a weak swing at Spike. Spike refrained from hitting her back because he wanted her awake for the ball.

"I hope you enjoyed that bitch! It'll be the last thing you ever do," said Spike and then he turned his attention back to Dawn. "And you, you disobey me once more and it'll be the last thing you ever do. You understand?"

Dawn nodded.

"Good. Now go put on your outfit, Cinderella, we're off to the ball."

"Eeeee!" squealed Dawn as she went to change. Spike couldn't help but smile at her glee. Spike then put a leather collar and leach on Buffy. He straddled her and changed her manacles to ones that connected her leg manacles to her arm manacles. Buffy could walk, but other than that couldn't move much.

"How do I look?" said Zoë.

Spike turned and beheld a breath-taking sight. Zoë stood there in a blue laced corset and matching skirt. She was also wearing two sapphire stones in her ear and a black choker with a blue cameo on it, and the same black combat boots she always wore. Spike smirked as he walked over and wrapped his arms around her.

"Look at this thing. It's going to take me an hour to unlace this and get it off."

"It's not as hard as it looks," said Zoë. Spike started to kiss her neck and moved his hands across her corset. "Not yet," giggled Zoë, "We still have some place to be don't we, and I have to help Dawn with her hair anyway."

Spike made a whining noise and Zoë retreated to the bedroom area. Spike then turned to Buffy and picked her up by her hair, but didn't meet out any physical punishment. Instead he just smiled at her broken, beaten, naked body. "Tonight's the night, luv."

"We're ready," said Dawn as she and Zoë emerged. Dawn's hair was in an upsweep and she had her duster thrown over her arm.

"Let's go then," said Spike as he yanked Buffy's leash and he and his "Spikettes" walked off into the night.

The Vampire's Ball was taking place a beautiful, but abandoned and decaying mansion. It was even bigger than the mansion that Spike, Drusilla, and Angelus shared. The mansion was cloaked so that only invitees were able to see it. Which led to some confusion for Dawn and Zoë until Spike led them inside. Buffy was beyond caring at this point and went where she was dragged.

Everyone turned their heads at Spike's appearance. Firstly, they were shocked by his appearance at all since many had heard that he'd switched sides of the whole good vs. evil war. The second surprise was that he had Buffy, the most infamous Slayer in remembrance, shackled and obviously brutally tortured and beaten. Also the two women on his arm were incredibly gorgeous. It wasn't long before a familiar female made herself known.

"There's my deadly boy," said Drusilla.

"Dru. Come over here and meet the grandkids. This is Zoë and Dawn."

"Ladies this is Drusilla, my sire, we went all over the world ravaging places, didn't we, Dru?"

"Oh yes," said Drusilla as Spike put his arm around Dru.

"I would have done anything for Drusilla, and I did. I gave her jewels, dresses, beautiful victims to eat. I even nursed her in her poor health, isn't that right Dru?"

"My Spikey was such a good boy."

"I was, wasn't I? That is, until you abandoned me." Spike crossed his arm across Drusilla's neck and squeezed harder. "You see girls, Drusilla wasn't a good sire. She didn't care about me the way I care about you two. Right Dru?" Drusilla couldn't speak, as Spike was crushing her throat. "No, Dru was a very bad mummy. So you know what? She has to go. Zoë break off a piece of that shelf." Zoë did and Spike let go of Drusilla long enough to plunge the sharp part into Drusilla's chest. Drusilla whined right before she became dust. After a half an hour of showing off his ladies and his prisoner, Spike told Zoë and Dawn to mingle while he prepared to present Buffy to the crowd.

Zoë was having a cup of blood when she felt a familiar presence behind her.

"Hello again, beautiful."

"I don't think I'm supposed to talk to you," said Zoë with a smile.

"And why is that?"

"Spike won't like it."

"Well, we wouldn't want to displease him, now would we?" said Dracula as he took Zoë's hands, "But I don't think one dance will hurt."

"Well, it's just one dance."

A slow song came on and Dracula led Zoë to the dance floor and wrapped his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck. When the song was over, Zoë noticed Dawn glaring at her and decided to take her leave of the Count, however Drac wasn't used to being left and wouldn't release her. Dawn saw the struggle, even though Zoë was attempting to keep it polite and stormed over to inform Drac that their dance was over. That was when the music stop and the lights were directed to a small stage. A young Asian girl wearing her hair in pig tails and pink highlights and looking like the definition of Tokyo pop began to speak.

"Hello brothers and sisters," she said as a ring of polite applause went through the crowd. "We are here to, once again, celebrate what we are. We celebrate the beauty of our immortality and the immortality of our beauty. We are here to drink of ourselves and each other. Demons look down on us. They think we are less than. They call us humanoid mongrels, but they are merely jealous. No one else can walk between two worlds the way we do. No one else can appreciate the ecstasy of life in the world of death. There is none like us and we are forever. There are forces out there that seek to extinguish us, but we are forever and always." The woman paused for a much louder round of applause. "Tonight we have a very special guest presented to us by one of our brothers. I would like to welcome William the Bloody and with him is our special guest, Buffy the Vampire Slayer." The vampires were confused. How could Spike bring a slayer into their presence, but all quickly became clear as Spike dragged Buffy out with him. She feebly tried to cover herself, but it was no matter, her time had come. No slayer lives past twenty-five, why would Buffy's life be different? She only wished she hadn't taken so many people with her. Her friends and family didn't deserve to die and at that moment, Buffy hated her calling more than she ever had before. While the vampires marveled at the presence of a captured slayer, Zoë and Dawn beamed with pride. Dawn turned to the vampire next to her and said, "He's my sire, you know."

Spike pulled Buffy in front of him and whispered in her ear, "This is it, Slayer. You're number three, and you know what they say, 'Third time's the charm.' Say hello to all the Scoobies for me." Spike sank his fangs into Buffy's neck and began to feed. Buffy could feel the life draining from her. She looked around the room and her eyes settled on Dawn. Before she lost consciousness, she whispered, "I'm sorry." Spike finished draining her and threw her lifeless body into the crowd. Spike was in his game face and blood stained his mouth and dripped from his fangs. The crowd erupted in thunderous applause as they ripped Buffy's body apart just hoping for some residue of left-over Slayer blood or perhaps a souvenir of the Ball where a slayer was killed. Spike grinned at the scene and searched the crowd for Zoë and/or Dawn. Both women broke away from the crowd and headed for the stage. Spike pulled them up and kissed both of them long and hard.

"Let's go ladies, I think my work here is done," said Spike as he watched the crowd, but Spike's work wasn't done. Killing Buffy in front of all of the elites made Spike a vampire hero. Almost everyone at the party wanted to talk with him or shake his hand. Spike wasn't much for pleasantries and quickly got annoyed, but how could he complain, he had gone from a demon pariah to a demon icon, and he did take pleasure in ignoring or ripping into the vampires that had snubbed him in the past.

"Now, what would you ladies like to do? Sky's the limit, and all that," Spike said to his girls.

"Show us all the places you've been, Spike," asked Dawn.

"World tour then, yeah? Sounds good to me." Spike put an arm around both his girls and the three of them sauntered out of the party looking forward to an eternity of blood and violence, and none of them could have been happier.

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