A/N: I own nothing of the Whedonverse nor any fairytales and I am not profiting from this work.

Chapter 5

Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer

The Slayer's a vampire!

Xander...you're hurting my feelings

If Buffy dusts it will be on the shoulders of one of the people she trusts most in the world

Buffy had almost made it to the manhole cover when she had to dive out of the way of a careening hell car. She hadn't even known Anya had a driver's license. But given what Buffy had just witnessed maybe she was driving without one. And parking right over the manhole cover.

"Open the back doors!" Buffy said just loud enough to be heard through the glass.

"Buffy? Why?" Anya stared out at the Slayer and couldn't help the thought that this girl could be really weird.

Buffy bit back a growl as she could feel her fingertips starting to sizzle in increasing intensity. "Just do it Anya!"

"Fine." Anya pressed the switch that unlocked the car doors and Buffy shot in. Throwing herself to the seat and out of the line of sight from the windows.

"Drive!"

"But I'm here to pick up Xander so we can go shopping." Buffy rolled her eyes. At least it had nothing to do with orgasms.

"We can go shopping!"

"Oh, bonding? All right." And with that Anya slammed on the gas causing Buffy to fall off the seat and onto the floor.

The drive to the mall was nerve wracking and had Buffy wondering how she got the rap for being the Scoobies worst driver. Is Anya part of the Scoobies? She was funny in an irreverent sort of way. Buffy liked her enough. As much as she could like Cordelia's bluntness, Faith's ease with the topic of sex, and some strange demon talk rolled up into one person. And Anya seemed to have some form of like for Xander. Yeah, Anya's part of the group. Huh. Whoda thunk?

Anya opened the door and stared down at the throw wrapped Slayer. "Are you taking a nap? I thought you wanted to shop?"

Buffy got up and out and after throwing her cover into the car followed Anya through the parking garage entrance into the mall. They were flicking through a rack of clearanced tops at Macy's when the silence was finally broken.

"So when did you get turned?"

"What?" Buffy's voice came out high and squeaky and she had to take a few breaths before she could try and fail at sounding nonchalant. "Ha, I mean, what do you mean?"

"Well, Willow and I certainly didn't perform any other spells together and you smell slightly of burning flesh. A scent I'm proud to say I am quite familiar with in my over one thousand years as a Vengeance demon. The only explanation I can find that adds up your strange behavior and high flammability is that at some point, since we last saw you, you've become a vampire." Anya smiled and went back to perusing the rack.

Buffy did a fine impersonation of a fish before she closed her mouth and clung to the piece of information that could really help her out. "You were a vengeance demon?"

Anya exhaled a pout. "Yes. You know this. Unless you are from another dimension. But either way you've ignored my question and I feel unheard and...hurt."

"Sorry," Buffy's face twisted a little in slight confusion at how she can find herself in these conversations. "It's just...yes. I am," she looked around making sure no one overheard and whispered, "a vampire. It's only temporary. But Anya. You were evil."

"And you want pointers?"

"No! Do you know a group called CHAOS?" Buffy clutched the glittery top in her hand in hope.

Anya shrugged. "I know of them. It's an offshoot of this evil law firm. They left to make their own mark across the dimensions. They don't deal in one side of the whole good versus evil thing. They're mavericks, they're rogues, they're…in business with you. Why?"

"You should know better than anyone."

The brunette smiled. "Ooh, they caught you in a verbal contract. They can be sneaky that way."

"Yeah." Buffy put the top back on the rack.

"Well, what's the out? There's always an out and it can be quite devious. It's airtight otherwise."

Buffy sighed as she started across the walkway toward the women's shoe section. "I was really hoping you wouldn't say that."

Anya followed Xander's friend with a slight bounce in her step. If she could get his friends to like her then he would be more likely to stay with her and continue giving her orgasms.