By Tara Summers, harmony910 on neopets:

Chapter 7: Milk, Clones, and Excitement in the Basement

(Spike's POV)

So apparently my name's not Randy; it's Spike. And I'm not the kid of that old librarian. Thank God. I certainly didn't want to go around being called Randy, kid of a librarian, always desperate for a shag.

Speaking of shag, that Buffy girl's my kinda girl. I saw how she looked at me. She and that poofy haired ponce probably had something at one time; I could almost sense it. He looked at her like he wanted to jump her bones.

I exhaled loudly through my mouth, heading off in search of a kitchen. My mouth felt kinda dry, so something wet could really hit the spot. I'm a vampire, though. Does that mean I have to drink blood? A bit of whiskey would be better. Hell, a whole bloody bottle would be better.

Looking in the fridge of Buffy's tells me that whiskey is out of the question. Anything with alcohol is out of the question. "Buncha dweebs. Don't even have anything good to drink," I muttered. With a sigh, I grabbed the carton of milk from the back and looked around. I didn't see any glasses, and I wasn't about to go looking through every cabinet for one. Shrugging, I took a swig from the carton. It tasted awful, but it quenched my thirst for a little bit.

"I may have amnesia, but I'm pretty sure that's not how you drink milk." I put down the carton to see Dawn standing in the doorway. She's a cute kid, long brown hair, nice looking face. "You're supposed to use a glass."

I shrugged once more. "Didn't feel like going through all the cabinets, Bit." She gave me a confused look. "What?"

(Dawn's POV)

Did he just call me "Bit?" Why does that sound so familiar? "What?" Spike asked. I shook my head.

"Nothing. Just, I was trying to think what makes me special. I mean, you're a vampire, Buffy's a Slayer, Willow and Tara are witches, and, well, I don't think Xander's anything. But I wanna be something special!"

He took another swig of the milk carton. Something in the back of my mind tells me that Buffy wouldn't like that. Another something tells me that she's probably done the same thing though. The sudden image of Buffy, blonde, petite Buffy chugging milk from a milk carton is enough to make me smile.

"I could always make you a vampire. Then you could be special too." I backed away suddenly. Maybe too suddenly. Spike laughed. "Don't worry, I wouldn't be able to. I don't know the first bloody thing about bein' a vampire!" Even so, I left the kitchen.

Angel and Buffy are in the front room, Buffy learning as much as she can from him. I don't really want to sit around, even though I would like to know more about me. It's funny to think of it like that: learning more about oneself. Like a clone learning about the original. That thought makes my eyes widen. What if we didn't really have amnesia? What if we were clones? Wait, clones don't have bellybuttons. Upon further inspection, I discover I have a bellybutton. Just in case, I go off in search of Tara and Willow, hoping that being witches would make them able to tell the difference between clones and the originals.

(Tara's POV)

Angel told us that we were witches, so that means we know magic. I was the one to come up with the idea of looking for a spell on how to get our memories back. Seeing Willow's approving smile made me blush and look away. He showed us where we kept our magic books, and Willow and I got to work.

Being this close to this girl made my heart pound. I had a strong feeling that I was gay, and that Willow and I were together. At least, I hoped we were. "T-this one's all in Latin. Apparently losing my memory doesn't mean losing foreign language skills," I said.

"Yeah, I was thinking that too," Willow admitted. We looked at each other. I felt my face starting to flush, and I had to look away. She did the same. "Uhm, so, have you found anything useful?" I shook my head and stifled a yawn.

"N-no, but I could use a nap." She nodded in agreement. "We could pick this up tomorrow, right?"

"The magic stuff, yeah. But we can't pick this up tomorrow." I looked at her, about to ask what, when she kissed my lips. It was quick, and a little sloppy, but it was enough to send shivers down my spine, making me yearn for more. Willow pulled back quickly, apologizing. "I-I'm sorry, I should've asked, but I just- I think I'm gay. And I think I like you. But I should've asked even so, I'm sorry?"

I stop her, placing my finger on her lips. "Shh, it's okay. I liked it. And I think I might be gay for you." We smile at each other.

Suddenly the door busted open, and in came Buffy's little sister, Dawn. "You guys are witches, so does that mean you can tell the difference between clones and non clones?" she asked, walking in front of us. The romantic moment has been ruined.

"We aren't clones, Dawn," Willow said, hoping to get rid of the girl.

"But how do you know? I mean, we could be clones, but we think we aren't. Isn't it possible?"

I shrugged. "Go ask Angel. He knows more about us than we do." That made her leave, thankfully. I turn back to Willow. "I-I guess we will have to pick this up tomorrow. But we should let them know that we'll continue looking in the morning, and that we're going to sleep now."

She looked at me. "So, do we sleep in the same bed? Or different beds?"

I don't even know the answer to that. "I guess in the same bed. B-but we'll wear clothes. Pajamas, rather. That way it's not too uncomfortable." I smiled. "Just think of it as a sleepover. But we're twenty instead of ten." Willow laughed. I like the sound of her laugh: melodic in its own way.

Together, we rose from the bed and headed for the door. She stood aside, letting me go first. "Thanks." Buffy, Angel, Dawn, and Spike were in the front room, talking about something, when we got to the bottom of the stairs. "Uhm, we just wanted to let you know that we're going to sleep now. We thought we'd finish searching for a spell tomorrow.?

"That's fine. I don't have to go back to Los Angeles just yet. And you guys do need some sleep. Giles, Anya, and Xander already headed off to bed," Angel answered. Willow and I go back upstairs and into our room. We started looking for pajamas, and once we were ready, got into bed. It was nice, laying next to her. I fell asleep quickly, feeling safe near her.

(Anya's POV)

I told everyone that Xander and I were going to bed, but I lied. Something was yearning for more inside of me. I believe it is called sex. Oh, yes. Sex, very much of it. That would be nice. With Xander, too. He's a guy; that's what he's made for.

I rose from my cot in the basement and went over to Xander's twin bed. I poked him in the ribs. "What?" he asked sleepily.

"Let's have sex!" I told him, excited. He sat up, suddenly very much awake.

"What?"

I gave him a frustrated look. "Let's..have..sex!" I said, slower in case he didn't catch it.

"I know what you said, I just- I don't think we should do that, Anya. I mean, I didn't even know who you were until just a little while ago. So, maybe we shouldn't." He started to lay back down, but I poked him again. "Stop poking me!"

"Then let's have sex."

He was silent for a moment. "You know, Angel did say we're going to be married soon. So I guess it's okay." I smile. I'm about to have sex.

Yay!

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Author's Note: I noticed that there wasn't that much Anya in here, so I just had to add her! That last little part was the most fun part of my chapter. Especially her little "Yay!" So Anya. Well, good luck to whoever is next! Ciao!