Angellufy: Thanks for reviewing every chapter and being my only reviewer on this story. It's nice to know somebody actually likes it. This story actually takes place in an almost identical universe to Buffy only because Buffy become a reality TV star it has a much different (and parody-like) storyline.

A/N: This story really is a satire so it doesn't have as strong a storyline and characterization as the majority of my stories but I personally think it's still it's pretty good. But if you want to see me real genius you should check out my other stories such as humanity. :D Now the only question is am I calling myself a genius ironically? :p

"So who am I going up against?" Buffy asked when she arrived at the cemetery.

"Some vamp named Spike," Willow said. Willow pointed at a bleach blond draped in a black leather duster.

"Their outfits just get more and more ridiculous," Buffy said. She watched as the vampire shared boozes with the producer. Buffy rolled her eyes. Sometimes she felt like the producer secretly wish a vampire would kill her. Actually, she felt like that most of the time. The producer obviously hated her. Still, it turned Buffy's stomach whenever he started getting buddy-buddy with the vampires. She used that disgust to fuel her fighting. Spike was going to die.

"Slayer and vampire to the set," the director said.

"Remember, Spikey-baby, kill the slayer and we'll have a TV contract for you," Buffy heard the producer say.

Spike didn't look back at the producer. He looked at Buffy, watching every inch of her body. The way his eyes were staring gave Buffy the creeps. She wanted to kill him even more. He smirked.

"Can we just get this over with already?" Buffy asked. The fight started but Spike didn't run forward to attack like most rash vampires. He continued looking. He took a couple steps forward and licked his lips.

"Gonna vamp out your face anytime soon?" Buffy asked. She knew the fans would love this. Her banter was always a crowd pleaser.

"What?" Spike said. "No dinner and a movie?"

Buffy rolled her eyes and raised her stake.

"Okay, dinner for one then." Spike finally vamped out his face. He charged forward.

Buffy lazily pushed her stake forward. Spike grabbed it with one hand and used his other to push against her chest, throwing her to the ground. Spike bent over Buffy, took the stake from her hand and tossed it aside. With her hand now free Buffy punched Spike in the head, throwing him off of her.

Spike landed on his back. Buffy rolled over, on top of him, and punched him a few more times. He grabbed both of her hands and tried to twist her wrist. Buffy lunged upwards onto her feet and kicked Spike in the side. He let go, laughing.

"You're a feisty one," he said.

He jumped up and wrapped a hand around her neck. Buffy karate chopped the inside of his elbow, grabbed him by the arm and flipped him over her head. He was on his back again, still laughing.

Buffy walked over to her stake and bent down. The cemetery became eerily silent. Spike's stopped laughing. Buffy turned around and stood up. Spike was right behind her. She raised her stake. He grabbed her wrist with one hand, breaking it. She screamed.

"Now, now luv. I'm not a big fan of pointy wooden object," Spike said. With his other hand he grabbed the stake and tossed it aside.

Spike spun her around and showed her to the camera. He held her by the neck. She knew he could snap it if she struggled. But what was the point? She was going to die anyway.

"This is but a teaser, my fans. The big bad will be back." Spike squeezed Buffy's neck softly. She whined. Spike showed the camera her veins. "And when I returned I'll drink my wine." He softly kissed Buffy's neck then threw her off of him. She landed on the ground and by the time she looked up he was gone. He was probably stopped by security while sneaking off, but they would let him go for making such a great show. Buffy was scared. He might actually be the vampire to kill her. And that would be horrible. Because if Spike killed the slayer then the worst thing Buffy could possibly imagine would be thrust upon the world. He would get his own reality TV show.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review.