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Summary: The Watcher's council has captured two vampires and are making them train with the Slayer. But what happens if the vampire gets too close?

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Riley scowled, as he watched the vampire dance with Buffy. He glanced towards the clubs entrance and saw Kendra leaving. He thought for a moment, before walking quickly through the crowd and out of the entrance. "Kendra!" He shouted, after the disappearing back. "Kendra!" He saw her turn around and frown at him.

"What do you want Riley?" She asked, in her Jamaican accent.

"It's Buffy," He replied. "She's in danger!"

Kendra's eyes widened. "How? Is there a demon?" She asked quickly.

Riley smiled slightly at her concern. "It's vampires." He said quietly. "Two vampires."

Kendra relaxed visibly and raised an eyebrow. "Two vampires?" She asked. "Buffy can handle two vampires!"

Riley scowled. "Not these vampires." He answered. "These vampires are seducing her."

Kendra blinked. "And your point is?" She asked.

Riley rolled his eyes. "And she's falling for one of them." He sighed.

"Oh." Kendra murmured, shrugging her shoulders. She stopped. "Wait! Some vampires are seducing the Slayer and she's falling for them? How?"

"They're dancing with her." Riley replied.

"They're dancing with her." Kendra repeated blankly.

Riley rolled his eyes again. "Yes, but-" He stopped and stared at her for a moment, before shaking his head. "You know what? Forget-"

He was cut off by a black figure flinging itself at him, from the top of a building, and knocking him to the ground.

"Be careful," The figure whispered. "There are dangerous creatures around here!"

Riley glared at the figure and spat dirt out of his mouth. "What? Like you?" He whispered sarcastically.

Kendra looked closely at the black figure. "Gunn?" She asked.

The black figure looked at her. "Kendra?"

Kendra smiled slightly and looked gravely at Riley. "You are in safe hands now Riley." She told him, before turning and marching back into the darkness.

Riley groaned, as another black figure landed on top of him and rolled to his side.

"Have you seen them yet?" The figure whispered dramatically.

"Fred! Shh!" The man, Gunn whispered.

They lay in silence, against the ground, as a blonde man and a tall, dark- haired man walked by.

"So!" The blonde man said, "That blonde girl you were dancing with was H-O- T!"

The dark man growled. "Spike!" He warned, "Lay off!"

The blonde man, Spike, smirked. "Why? Angelus, aren't you getting possessive! No, I might want a piece of her!"

Riley, Gunn and Fred watched, as they disappeared down the alley.

"They were vampires!" Fred whispered, getting up off the ground.

"Well done, genius!" Riley muttered sarcastically.

The girl smiled. "Thanks."

Gunn turned to Riley. "Who are you?" He demanded.

Riley studied him for a moment. "When was the last time you went into a Magic Box?"

Gunn raised an eyebrow. "Um, never." He admitted.

Riley nodded. "You need to come with me." He stated.

"Where to?" Gunn asked.

Riley smiled. "To the Magic Box." He announced.

Fred's eyes widened hopefully. "Do they sell Weed?"

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Giles glanced up at the door, as Riley, a black man and a thin brunette walked through. He exchanged a look with Wesley, who had just come through from the basement. "Riley!" Giles greeted, with fake happiness.

Riley nodded and turned to the two strangers. "Gunn, Fred, this is Mr. Rupert Giles and Mr. Wesley Wyndam-Price, two Watchers of the Watchers council."

Gunn smirked at Giles and Wesley's disgusted looks, as Riley turned round and closed the door. Gunn walked over to the table and sat down. "We have reason to believe that-"

"I'm sorry guys, but I've got to find Buffy!" Riley interrupted.

Wesley raised an eyebrow. "Why?" He asked coldly.

"She was dancing." Riley replied, before disappearing back out into the night.

Giles frowned. "I'm not going to ask." He muttered.

Fred smiled happily. "Do you sell Weed?" She asked hopefully.

Gunn sighed and pulled her onto his lap. "She's and addict." He explained to Giles and Wesley's confused faces.

They nodded and sat opposite him.

"So," Gunn said, after a few moments of awkward silence. "Buffy's still the Slayer?"

Wesley nodded. "The council has caught two vampires, actually, to help her with her training."

Fred raised her eyebrows. "Why? I thought she was doing really well with her training!"

Giles sighed and nodded. "She was." He answered. "But the council decided she needed to be better, so they captured two of the most dangerous vampires round, sent them to us and now we're stuck with two wild vampires to help train our Slayer!"

Gunn smiled slightly. "I'm sure Buffy will accept them. Physically and mentally."

Wesley smirked and glanced at Giles. "From what the vampires say; she already has."

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"Oh come on Angelus!" Spike snapped. "You've always shared!"

"No, Spike, you've always taken!" Angelus growled.

"What?" Spike shouted.

Angelus scowled at him. "Anyway, the chances of me meeting that blonde girl again are less than zero, so what makes you so sure that I'll share? Even if I do get into her pants?"

"Because you're my mate?" spike asked hopefully.

Angelus chuckled. "150 years old, Spike, but you're still an amateur! Vampires don't have mates! They have enemies though, Spike, are you my enemy?" He hissed, letting his demon visage through, as he came right up against the bars.

Spike narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

Angelus smirked. "Good. Now if we go along with this plan, then we can get the Slayer on her own and I'll kill her!"

Spike blinked. "Not we?" He asked.

Angelus glanced at him, through narrowed eyes. "Not unless you have a death wish?"

"No." Spike answered. He smirked. "Can we shag the Slayer, before you kill her?"

Angelus smiled. "Why not?"

Spike smiled back, but then started frowning. "What happened to the spell which stopped the demon coming through?"

Angelus shrugged. "Must have worn off."

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"Is it done?"

Doyle clamped a hand over her mouth, while watching Lorne mix the final potions together.

Lorne looked up and grinned. "All done Anya." He replied.

Anya pried Doyle's hand away and grinned. "Good." She said happily, before turning and picking up a few pieces of paper from a crate.

Doyle sighed and exchanged a look with Lorne. "Anya," He started, as she turned to face them, "I don't suppose you remember why we're doing this?"

Anya bit her lip. "What? Why we're stuck in an old factory and we're breaking a spell?"

Doyle nodded. "Yep. That would be it."

"Oh." Anya paused. "Nope. No idea."

Doyle smiled at her and collapsed in a chair, while Lorne sighed, took Anya by the arm and led her to the broken window.

"Anya, honey," He purred. "What do you see?"

Anya looked through the broken window, with narrowed eyes. "A wall." She stated firmly, looking back at him.

Lorne shook his head. "No," He corrected. "Don't you see all the different colors from the bricks and cement and moss?"

Anya frowned at him and stared through the window. After a couple of minutes, she looked back at him. "Yeah," She replied nodding, but obviously not knowing what he was on about. "I see them."

Lorne raised an eyebrow. "Good. And do you know what they mean?"

Anya frowned and shook her head. "No, what?"

"Absolutely nothing." He replied.

She stared at him.

"Which is exactly like your aura!" He continued. "You have no aura, baby!" He stopped. "Or none that I can see." He muttered to himself.

"There is a free mental clinic down the road!" Anya whispered, leaning forward.

He leaned back and raised his eyebrows. "And you'd know that, wouldn't you?"

Anya stood tall. "Yeah, I would." She admitted, nodding. "The lady next door goes every Saturday. I follow her."

Lorne turned to Doyle. "I can't do this!" He cried. "I've tried, but I can't get through to her!"

Doyle smiled sympathetically. "Now, now Lorne." He soothed gently, while standing up to go to the other side of Anya. "All you need to do is talk to her."

"Talk to her?" Lorne repeated, raising his eyebrows. "Talk to her!" He repeated again, nodding his head. "Ok, ok! Talk to her!" He cried, placing himself into the now un-occupied chair. "I am so going to need therapy after this!" He muttered sourly.

Doyle rolled his eyes and focused on the confused Anya. "Now Anya. We are taking off a spell, which the Watcher's council placed on two vampires. This spell stopped the vampires from going into their natural face." He held up a hand, as Anya opened her mouth to interrupt. "We are helping these vampires, because these particular vampires killed a nasty demon, which was planning to kill my whole race! And I faithfully promised these two vampires that if anything happened to them, which I could prevent, I would." He turned to Lorne. "See," He said satisfied. "All we had to do was talk to her."

Anya frowned. "So, why have we taken off the spell?"

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