A/N: Hi! Sorry, it took so long because I had to rewrite this thing like 6 times. Btw I think I really butchered some British slang here so ... apologies if your English..


Chapter 17 - We Aren't in Sunnydale Anymore


"You want my teeth to sink into you. You want your skin to break and have your blood run free. Don't you?"

The first thing Buffy noticed when she came to, was a foul odour that reminded her of wet and rotting garbage that usually comes through the window when a neighbour has his own composter. Her muddled vision and sense of feel slowly started to come back. She noticed that her leg was propped up against a man and her chest leaned tightly against his. As soon as her eyes registered seeing Spike's shameless smile, Buffy gasped and pushed herself away. Something was very wrong since her body refused to do either. She yelled but nothing happened. The muscles around her mouth were tight and hot as if they were getting ready to do something very naughty.

"You always know what I want." His grin receded in anticipation and he bit his lip.

She tried resisting her intense gaze into Spike's eyes, but she couldn't break away. What the freaking hell is happening? It suddenly hit Buffy that there was something very off about the way Spike looked. For one, his hair came down to his shoulders in a ponytail, and two, the colour wasn't a beach blonde but a light brown. He was also wearing a very old fashioned buttoned shirt and an earthy vest. All quite disturbing, but not as disturbing as feeling her chest and thighs move over Spike's hard body like a frisky serpent.

She felt her tongue lick her lips.

"Should I have you here?" Buffy's hand seemed to move on its own and laid directly on Spike's left chest muscle. She noticed her hand was gloved with a netted black lace. "Or..." Her hand slid down below his waist. Buffy wanted to shut her eyes and yell "Oh God!" at the top of her lungs, but she was helpless.

Soft footsteps came from behind and her eyes automatically moved away from Spike very slowly and deviously. As her head turned to face whoever was approaching, Buffy could only feel relief wash over her.

"What ever happened to your great conquest William?" Angel asked cheerfully but with an undertone of resentment. Buffy was surprised to hear an accent.

"Angelous." Buffy felt Spike's hands massage her soldiers from behind. "I could kill her now, I could kill her tomorrow. I'll do it whenever I bloody well feel like it. The Slayer isn't going anywhere."

Buffy had no idea if they were referring to her. Angel seemed to be fashioned in the same era as Spike, and the blonde lady wearing a bird feathered hat could be no one else but Darla. Buffy's mind began racing back trying to remember what had happened before she found herself mounting Spike. Willow... she was... She did a spell. Something went wrong. Something went very planet of the apes wrong. The setting around her must have been a hundred years old. We must be in England. No wait a sec. The familiar faces around her were certainly dressed like they were from England, but the strangely shaped roof tops and dilapidated stick buildings looked more oriental than European. She noticed a pile of rotting vegetables overflowing from a wooden cart. So that's where it's coming from!

She had an inkling that she was still in Drusilla's body. But this was the real Drusilla. The whole creepy deal. Which means they must be talking about the Chinese Slayer Spike killed during the Boxer Rebellion. Why the hell would Willow's spell send me to the past? Wonky magic or not, it makes no sense.

Unwillingly, Buffy's hand reached back and teasingly cupped Spike's chin. "I think my doggy is scratching for a play date. Woof. Woof. The time is right, don't you think my pet?" Buffy caught a bemused expression from Darla.

"Yeah," he admitted as he glared at Angel. "I'm in the mood for some fun."

Gunfire crackled in the distance signalling the start of another scrap between the alliance military and the Chinese rebels. Shouts of bravery seemed to come from every direction. Buffy was more worried about how she was going to get out of Drusilla's head and where the rest of the gang was. Then a dreadful thought crossed her mind. If they were thrown into the past with me, they might be stuck in the bodies of people from this time too.

Drusilla faced Spike and ran a palm down his cheek. Buffy gazed into his dark eyes and wondered if the future Spike was in there trying to figure out what the hell was going on too. He's probably enjoying having Drusilla all over him like a stripper on a dance pole. Buffy wanted to reach out and give him a good smack on the head. She had to admit though. It was a bit amusing seeing what Spike looked like a century ago. She was curious if stories of the deadly William the Bloody were as exaggerated as he made them out to be.

Other than observing, she couldn't do much in the way of trying to get out of her predicament. She might have been in a magical dream world or stuck in a vision of the past. If she could somehow influence Drusilla's actions in any way, it would definitely answer a few questions. Keeping her grabby hands to herself would be a start.

. . .

Spike wanted nothing more than to kick that high and mighty expression on the blighter's face. Reliving his glory days was one thing, having to be reminded of Angel's insufferable existence was another. At least with a soul, he kept most of the snickering to himself. It wasn't so bad for Spike's younger self. He was less concerned about Angel and more interested in torturing his human food until they screamed for mercy. Oh life was good then wasn't it mate?

So Red pulls another spell from her ass. I warned them but instead we all hold hands and pretend we don't see the screeching, demon possessed witch practically shooting death balls from her mouth. Score one for me Buffy, I told you so.

Drusilla pressed her back against his chest and Spike felt his hands glide from her shoulders and down her arms. He remembered yearning to feel her touch again. She had a power over him. It made him feel invincible, a never ending fuel to his fire. A part of him felt bitter, knowing that the dark web they were once entwined in was no more. As he stared at her seductiveness, he could only feel as though it was all an act, like she was cruelly teasing him.

"I think I'm in the mood for a boy in uniform," Drusilla said thoughtfully. "Those fancy buttons ... and big tall boots ... get me all wriggly." Her hands came over her breasts and down her waist. She raised an eyebrow and glided towards Angel. "You." She slid a finger down his chest. "Would look dashing in a uniform." Angel gazed at her with a smirk.

"I would have to agree," Darla said spicily as she hugged Angel's arm.

Spike sighed impatiently. "I, disagree." Like vixens, both women turned to him and smiled.

It was Dru's nature to be promiscuous with every strapping man that crossed her path. Spike assumed it pleased her to see him jealous now and again, but it was maddening when it came to Angel.

"Oooh," Drusilla cooed. She gave him a reassuring look and placed her hands on his chest. Her expression suddenly turned troubled. "Bad, bad, bad bad bad." She pulled her hands away looking offended about something.

Everyone looked at her strangely.

She made a high pitched cry and started to moan. "Something here. Something digging, gnawing..." She tapped her head with a fist.

I don't remember this happening. "Dru? What is it? What's wrong?"

Darla looked away uninterested. "Do we really need to ask?"

The snide remark went ignored. Spike gently ran his fingers through her black her. She looked terrified. Angel stepped forward to offer some kind of support causing Spike to instinctively want to tell him to piss off.

"I got it mate," he said coolly. "I think you just need a bit of rest huh love?"

She moaned wearily as Spike lifted her from the ground in his arms.

The both of them entered a small house where an old Chinese couple appeared to be preparing their dinner.

"Go on then, get lost."

When the couple merely exchanged puzzled glances with each other, Spike changed into his demon face. It certainly did the trick as the couple gasped in horror and ran as best they could out the door.

Spike gently laid her down on a bed. He realized he did the action willingly, like his mind gave the order to his body instead of his younger self. Taking this is as a good sign, he decided to see if he could get himself to say what he wanted to say.

"I shagged a pikey trollop."

Drusilla drearily looked up at him. "Hmm?"

He smiled. "Nothing love." He leaned over her and pressed his lips against hers.

She started squirming under him making short gasps of distraught.

"Off Spike! Off!" She pushed him away and stood very disoriented on the other side of the bed. "God! Do you two ever take a break from each other? It's suffocating!"

Spike was very confused. The Drusilla before him appeared more exasperated than she was mentally insane.

"What's the matter with you?"

It looked like a burst of realization hit her. "Did I just- I did!" She started patting her body like it wasn't her own. Her head snapped to Spike, eyes gleaming at him as she slowly made her way around the bed. "Spike? Spike if you're in there," - she was almost shouting - "you have to try and take control of your body!" She grabbed him firmly by the shoulders and started shaking him wildly.

"Stop. D-Dru- Stop it!" He tried to jump back, but her grip was too strong. Moving well beyond feeling aggravated, he took her by the shoulders and used some of his demon strength to push her away. "I am in control."

"Wha?" Drusilla looked at him stupidly."Spike, it's me. Buffy."

"Buffy?" It didn't seem to register.

"Yes. BUFFY."

Spike gazed at her like there was something on her face. "So you were in Drusilla when she was..."

"Making out with you in the middle of the road? Yeah," she said with cheerful resentment.

"Oh," he said plainly. "That must have been uncomfortable for you..."

"That's understating it." Buffy took a breath of relief and looked around the room. Her eyes came back to him in soft curiosity. "When exactly did you gain control of yourself?"

"Just about the same time you did."

Spike noticed Drusilla cross her arms and shifted her weight to one side much like how Buffy would do it. Her eyes scanned the house again. She frowned as she sniffed the air.

"I felt like my head was going to explode just trying to take control of my hands," she said. "When you were ... kissing her ... it was like all of my senses snapped into place and I finally had my will power back."

"Really? It sort of just hit me without really trying." He could tell his response annoyed her a little. He shrugged. "Must have been easier for me since it was my body to begin with."

"Is something burning?"

Spike turned around. His eyes widened to a roast duck in flames. He quickly took the sheet from the bed and tossed it over the duck dousing the fire into billowing puffs of smoke.

"Bloody Chinese."

They left the smoggy house and started walking down the dirt road. People were scurrying by them. Some holding personal belongings, others carried children. Desperation and fear plastered their faces.

"Any guesses on how we're getting out of this?" Buffy asked despairingly.

A young man ran by them, appearing to be a European soldier. Spike shot his fist out and connected with the soldier's jaw. As the man reeled sideways in a daze, Spike grabbed his rifle.

"What the hell are you doing?" Buffy was almost screeching.

"Seeing if my chip is working."

She stared in bewilderment. "Obviously not since you don't get it for another hundred years."

Spike knew that of course. He really just felt like hitting something, and knocking that soldier out proved to be very satisfying.

"We have to find the others," Buffy said.

"What others?"

She shot him a severe look. "The others Spike."

"Oh right," he said with phony concern. "Might be a bit tough though. Other than Anya, none of them have their own bodies to go to. They could be anywhere, in anyone."

Buffy sighed. "True. But I have a feeling they're in this city. They might inhabit the bodies of people who lived similar lives as them. Like a librarian or a witch. There were witches in China right?"

"Teh. Yeah. A dangerous group that lot is."

"Ookaay," she said sounding like she'd rather avoid them. "Maybe we should split up and cover more ground." She paused. "Hold on. If we're living in the past then..."

Spike seemed to read her mind. "Things we do here might end up changing the future." He snorted and shook his head. "Bollocks. You know, I think I'm supposed to be killing that Chinese Slayer right about now. If she doesn't die, wouldn't that totally ball up the whole Slayer line deal? You might not even become the Slayer in the future."

The thought seemed to ruffle her. "Can't worry about that now."

It certainly was a disturbing thought to Spike. A world without Buffy the vampire slayer. Going through immortal life without ever having known her. It saddened his still heart more than he could bear.