LATER…

Angel returned after a futile round of hunting to find everyone else seated on a small set of bleachers. "When did this happen?" he asked after sitting down.

"We're not really sure," Anya chirped. "We were talking over there someplace, and we turned around and they were here. I think they just… found their way."

Jeff walked in and sat down in a chair. "Well, Provost tribe," he said grimly. "Grab a torch, light it, and take a seat again." Once everyone had complied, he cleared his throat. "How was your first three nights?"

"Weird," Riley said. "This island is freaking wrong. There are so many things that happen here that shouldn't."

"Like what?" Jeff asked, apparently concerned.

"Like I'm not a vampire," Angel provided. "I feel just like a human with a keen sense of smell and a smaller supply of food than the rest of them."

"And the fruit bite," Willow said, suddenly remembering that she had to give her research to Angel.

"Yeah," Cordelia proclaimed. "And Giles is always Mr. Stuffy, but now he's a real rebel. He's mean, and strong, and Angel thinks he's part demon."

Angel winced. Ripper exploded. "I bloody am not part demon!"

"Okay, okay. Settle down," Jeff said. "Willow, how did the reward feel?"

"Good, but… apparently I missed a lot."

"Did it change your perspective on what it's like back at your tribe?"

"That's a difficult question to answer, mostly because I haven't been back. I've only been there for one day. I'm well fed, and these guys aren't. I feel really badly about it, actually," she finished.

Jeff nodded. "Faith. What's it like to be a Slayer in the jungle?"

"Easier, I guess," she admitted. "People like Cordelia and Riley don't have it quite as good as me. I heal quick and I can go longer without food."

Jeff nodded. "All right, it's time to vote. You'll all go up to the podium and write down the person you want gone, and state your reasons. The person voted off will be jetted off the island as soon as the sun's up (if it's a vampire, don't worry; it'll be a dark jet) and brought back to America without the slightest recollection of this event."

"What?!" most of the tribe proclaimed.

"Well, I'm exaggerating. Your memories will be faded to the point where you won't be able to decipher the reality of your Survivor experience; you won't be able to tell if it happened, or if it was a dream. You'll most likely dismiss it as dream, actually; it'll be really fuzzy."

A new revelation hit Angel. He looked up at Ripper to see if he'd gotten it too, but he was too busy scowling at Jeff in extreme dislike to be paying attention to a single word he was saying.

"All right. Angel, you were team leader; why don't you go first."

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Anya, the last to vote, finally sat down. Jeff went to "tally the votes" and came back with an undecipherable facial expression.

He opened the strange container they'd put their papers in and drew out the first. He read it, turned it around dramatically and said, "First vote Drusilla.

"Second vote Drusilla.

"Third vote Ripper.

"Fourth vote Angel. That's two votes Drusilla, one vote Ripper and one vote Angel.

"Fifth vote Drusilla.

"Sixth vote Drusilla."

Jeff cleared his throat and stared at the seventh paper for a long time. "First person to be voted out of Nocturnal Survivor: BtVS… Drusilla."

Drusilla squealed and picked up her friend the beetle as freaky music filled the air. The entire tribe (except for Drusilla) looked around for the source of the music but didn't find it. Drusilla grabbed her torch and hopped her way over to Jeff. "Drusilla…" he said solemnly, "The tribe has spoken." He took a funny hat thing and put out her torch. When he took it away, Drusilla stared at the final embers of the flame until someone escorted her away.

Jeff turned to the rest. "All right, Provost tribe. It's been a long day and I bet you have some things to discuss amongst yourselves. Take your torches back to camp, and I'll see you in two days. Goodnight." He watched as they filed solemnly out, Willow and Angel lagging slightly behind as they wished to speak with one another. Finally they all left and Jeff grinned into the darkness: "Sleep well. You'll want to be rested for what I have coming."

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I'm voting for Drusilla because she wants to go, and because everyone else wants her gone. She's a pain in the ass, really, and hiding with her during the day was probably the equivalent to the fourth level of hell for me. I would vote for Ripper, but I think Riley has the right idea; we can deal with him a while longer. Besides, he deserves the money while Drusilla really doesn't.

Drusilla gets my vote, mostly because Angel told me to. You know, he might be a vampire who has the potential to go extremely evil and start slaughtering us at every turn, but he's a good leader. I remember back when I thought he was just soooo hot, but he kept going over to Buffy and I thought that maybe he was slow or something, but she turned out to be a Slayer and he turned out to be a vampire, so… no, actually, I can't think of a way to finish that sentence that would make any kind of sense to me.

Angel's a great ponce. He wanted to vote me off, so I'm voting him off. Burke.

I'm voting for Giles. I hate to do it, but the way I hear it, he's been kind of… cranky. I think he needs to go; I've heard the things he says and this island is doing him no good at all. I love Giles, but I don't love Ripper, and I think he probably needs to go home to be Giles.

Drusilla's gone. She whines and does nothing. What's the point of having her on the tribe if she's not gonna do anything? I'd rather stake her than send her home, but whatever. 'Slong as she's gone.

I'm sure Drusilla was a nice girl once, but now she's insane and not doing much. Faith and I discussed it at length while we were waiting for Giles to wake up, and she's right; no use having someone as strong as a vampire on the tribe if she doesn't do anything. Besides, Angel, despite the fact that I really don't like him, has a point. If she wants to go home, let's send her home. Everyone wins.

Miss Poodle wants to go home. The man said that we send who we want home, so I vote for Miss Poodle.

I agree with Angel, despite his unseemly brow and drooping hair. Drusilla needs to go home. She does a great deal of nothing. If I thought that was an option, I'd have done nothing a while ago. But I like money, and I intend to get money if I have to kill everyone else on both tribes. Well, except for Xander. He can have some of my money. Not a lot, though. Just some.