Sorry this is taking so long! I just write a new chapter, then get a new idea, then write it, then post, then write, etc. I need to stop making more but I can't. I have about four-five fanfics that I haven't gotten far in, but here is another chapter. I OWN NOTHING. Enjoy!

Ivy finds herself storming off with no direction. Her brother was here… in Sunnydale. It would have been better he was dead.

Ivy Pratt had gotten her nickname from her brother. He called her 'Ivy' because she was able to climb better than anyone they knew. The two had always been close, so close. He'd give her the best gifts on her birthday. Everything had changed... She feels her mind being pulled back when-

Over a hundred years ago

"Will, I'm scared." They had just been forced to set their house on fire. Ivy was the vampire slayer, and she'd only let her brother know that. Vampires had killed their parents. She'd only been the Slayer for a few weeks, and she was scared out of her mind. They'd just burned down the only place they'd ever lived in to stop them.

"I know, Ivy, but we'll get out of this. You always do."

She noticed that he didn't say "we" the second time. "We'll both be fine."

He shook his head. "I'm not all super, remember? You'll make it. I don't know about me." She hugged him.

"Promise me that whatever happens, we'll stay together, yeah?"

"I promise."

"So do I. Come on, we don't have much time. Others are coming." He grabbed her hand, and they ran. He called out. She felt him being pulled away. She looked back at him to see that vampires had taken hold and are dragging him away.

"No! Will, no!"

"Ivy!" She tried to pull him back, desperation in her eyes, but it was no use. He'd already slipped from her grasp.

"Will!" She wanted to run forward, to save him, but there were too many. "No!"

"Go! Run!" He shouted to her before one of them, a man she recognized with black hair and dark eyes winked at her and bit her only brothers neck. Tears in her eyes, she screamed and ran away, tripping and stumbling. She finally falls to the ground, sobbing, coughing, covered in soot and ash. She'd kill him. She'd kill that vampire with the dark hair.

"Angelus." She hissed between her teeth. He'd pay. He'd pay for taking away the thing she most cared about forever.

Except he hadn't. Three years later, she'd gotten a visit from the person she'd least expected. It had started as an ordinary night. She'd staked some vampires, but then another had jumped out at her, and stopped. She looked at it and saw that it was Will.

"Will?"

"Ivy?"

"Are you a…" She trailed off, the smile slipping off her face.

"Yup. Couldn't feel better."

"Then you're not Will." He tilts his head to the side.

"I'm still the one who made the promise to stay together."

"No. That was Will. You? You're not him. You're…" She paused for a second. "You're William the Bloody."

"Huh. Has a nice ring to it. " He smirked. "You know, I've been looking for you."

"You have? Why?"

"To make good on my promise. Well, our promise. To stick together."

"Will…" She trailed off. What did he mean?

"There's only one way to do that. You're a Slayer. I'm a vampire. We don't mix."

She realized what he meant. "No." She began to back up.

"Yeah. I figured that the only way to keep the promise," He morphed into his vampire face, "is to turn you into something like me." He lunged forward, only for her to kick him back. He got back up, only to be flipped back over. She kicked at him, but he grabbed her foot and pulled her down. She had immediately flipped back up, stake in hand.

"Well, Sis, I must admit, you've gotten better."

"Oh, you're so sweet. You've gotten fairly good to. Only, I'm still better." She then launched herself forward, kicking him with every word. "You. Killed. My. BROTHER!" She knocked him down and straddled him. "So now you can die for him." She swung the stake down. It was about to connect with his chest, when a hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

The hand was pale, hard, and cold. It tightened its grip on her wrist and pulled her onto her feet, away from her would-be brother.

"You know, Spike, you said she was good, but I didn't think this good. She's feisty too." She recognized that voice.

"You." She whirled around, throwing a punch at his face. With reflexes as fast as a cat's, he grabbed her hand, still holding the other one.

"Now that doesn't mean she's not predictable. They're all trained the same." He examined her face. "She's pretty too, Spike. I remember that, but" She kicked out at his legs, sweeping them out from under him. He still was holding her hands, so she fell with him, kicking the whole time.

"Wouldn't it just be easier for you to die? It'll happen to you tonight, anyway."

"And come back." Will added in the background. They ignored him.

"Yeah? That doesn't mean I can't go down without fighting." She slammed her heal into his kneecap, buckling his legs out from under him. She twisted her wrists, jerking her hands away from his. He tried to grab her ankle, but she jumped. He sprang back up, grinning manically.

"Pretty good, Slayer. What was your name again? Oh, yeah, Ivy."

She was enraged. "No. To you, it's Evangeline." She elbowed him in the face and leaped back. "Since you two are obviously not going to leave me alone, I'll just have to leave."

"You can't hide."

"I know. So I think I'll go to some wonderful people. They're called the Gypsies." Will called out but she'd already run away.

Three weeks later, she had reached the nearest Gypsy camp.

"What is it you want?"

"My brother. He's a vampire." She looked at them, willing them to understand. They knew of Slayers. "I'm the Slayer."

"And?"

"He wants to turn me. I need a way to disappear."

They stared at her. "There is a spell that can make you disappear in time. You will appear in the future." They brought out a book flipped through the pages.

'They actually have a spell for that?' she thought.

"We must warn you of the price. Once you reach this new time, you will not remember your past. If you discover, you will remember. The two who seek you will either be slayed or still alive. If they are alive, they will only come back for you. Are you sure you still want this?"

"Yes." The Gypsies joined hands around her and began to chant. Mist swirled around them, and Ivy took one last look at her time, then her vision went black.

Present Day

She sighs. She isn't fully sure why, but she finds herself with a sense of rage. Not at Angel. No, he was forgiven. Spike, however, was a different story. He was determined to change her. "I guess we did say we'd stick together." She mutters to herself. She walks to the cheap motel and closes the door without a backward glance.

Spike stalks back to the factory. He needs to convince, or force, Ivy to change. He knows that if he can find a way to corner her, he could. One problem is that there's never been a Slayer turned into a vampire. It could be unpredictable. Hopefully, she would either be a normal vampire or a super one. Maybe she'd die. He doesn't know, but it is something he wants to find out. He comes in to find Drusilla waiting for him.

"Hey Dru."

"Spikey, what happened?"

"My sister's back." She is up and next to him in an instant.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna turn her. That's what I'm gonna do."

"Isn't she a Slayer?"

He grins at her, looping an arm around her waist. "Yes she is." He picks her up, laughing. "And once she's turned," He swings her in a circle, "It'll be one, big family reunion." He let's her down gently. She smiles back at him.

"Sounds like a party."

The next day at school, she walked into the library to find them all staring at her. "I guess Buffy told you, then" she says. Willow rushes up and hugs her.

"Umm…" Ivy had never been a people person, so when Willow hugs her, it hugs her definitely confuses her.

"Right. Sorry." Ivy smiles.

"No, it's fine." Jenny walks in. The two see each other and their eyes widen.

"Ivy?"

"Are you a Gypsy?"

"Yes. Are you Ivy Pratt?"

"Yes. Why are you here?"

"You're a Gypsy?" Xander asks. They ignore him.

"I work here."

"Oh."

"Do you remember?"

"Yes."

"Did you just get here?"

"Two weeks ago."

"Oh." They continue to stare at one another.

"Well, I hate to break up this fascinating conversation, but there is another thing." Giles says uncomfortably.

"What?"

"We have reason to believe that Spike and Drusilla are planning something."

"What kind of something?"

"Something that will restore Drusilla's strength."

"I know it." Ivy says. "It requires them to drain the blood of the sire into Drusilla."

"Do you know who the sire is?"

"Angel."

"Wait," Xander says, "What's a sire?"

"It's the vampire that turns them."

"Oh. That's not good."

"No, it's not."

"Ivy," Giles asks, "How do you know so much about the ritual?"

"I once had to try and stop one. Didn't work out so well, but hey, I learned about it."

"Right."

She can tell he's worried, but there's nothing she can do about it. "And Ivy?"

"Yes?"

"I've called the Watcher's Council. They'll be sending you a Watcher soon."

"Oh, joy." She says unenthusiastically, "That always works out for me."

He raises an eyebrow.

"My last Watcher got killed. The one before him died. Shall I go on?" He shakes his head. "And they'll all be jumping at the chance to train me because of my little mystery."

"Of course."

Xander looks between them, confused. "What?"

"I disappeared from time. Don't you think they find that puzzling even if they know how."

"Oh." He was obviously still confused, but she was too tired to explain. With the day drawing to a close, she decided to head home. "Home" being used loosely. More like way-to-cheap hotel. Motel, actually. 'Stop thinking,' she thinks. "That didn't work." She mutters. She runs, faster than Slayer-ly possible, to the edge of town where the motel lies. The sun is setting, and to a passerby, she is barely a blur in the scenery.

She wonders vaguely how she got so fast. It isn't right. She stops about fifty feet away from the motel, laughing hard.

She'd never experienced such an adrenaline rush in her life. Still laughing manically, she makes her way to the motel.

She was woken by a call at midnight. "What is it?" She asks, fumbling with the phone.

"Ivy, it's me." Giles voice comes to her.

"How did you call me?"

"I called the front desk. They passed it on."

"Oh."

"It's happening now."

"The ceremony?"

"Yes." She swears under her breath.

"I'm coming."

She slides out of bed, glad she slept fully clothed. She hurries there.

She bursts through the doors. "How did you get here so fast?" She raises an eyebrow. "Right. We were going to scope out, to search. Any ideas?"

"They'll be going for an abandoned church, on the outskirts. Since they like night, it'll probably be to the west."

"Okay." They are all slightly surprised, but the follow her out.

Angel'd never thought that this stupid ceremony would be so painful. He just wants it to end. He barely registers anything. He hears a crash and realizes there's a battle. There's a fire. "Buffy?" He tries to say.

"I'll get angel, you deal with Spike and Drusilla!" He hears someone shout before somebody's arms are around him and carry him to a doorframe, gently setting him down.

"Buffy?"

"Think again." Ivy. A sharp pain shoots through his gut. He realizes his guilt.

"Ivy-" He reaches out for her, but she's already gone to the fight.

He passes out.