The Night Shift

by hulettwyo

Inspired by Bed of Rose's by the Statler Brothers. If you're unfamiliar, it's about a homeless teenage boy who is taken in by the madam of a brothel. This started out as an only Spuffy story, and Spuffy is still the main ship, but since it takes place in a brothel staffed by vampires, it's pretty much turned into everybody shagging everybody.

9. Chapter 9 - Surprise Guest

Chapter Nine – Surprise Guest

Buffy met Jim at the top of the third-floor stairs. "When will we see you again?"

Jim looked back over his shoulder then shrugged. "When he's healed. Text me."

Buffy smiled. "He'll be able to take a lot more next time and you won't have to be so careful. We'll even add some other toys to his cabinet. Whips, belts, paddles, clamps, things like that. And we'll mount manacles on the ceiling so you can hang him up. I know you wanted to whip his cock. Now you'll be able to."

"You're turning him?"

"Yeah."

"It gonna cost more?"

"Yeah, but considering we won't be limited to three hour sessions because of the cock ring, we have to raise the price. You understand. Willow will calculate his new rates and send you an email."

"So I could have him for six hours? Or eight?"

"Yep. He'll be able to wear the ring for however long you want him to without worrying about his circulation. Speaking of which, I need to get in there and release him. We'll be in touch."

Jim nodded and headed down the stairs, already planning his next visit. He'd need at least six hours, maybe more. He smirked as he stepped off the stairs and started for the front door. This kid was going to cost him a fortune.

Buffy entered the room and sighed. Travis was a mess, covered in bruises and Jim's spend and bleeding from his ass and several lash marks on his back and legs. Where had Jim gotten a whip? That wasn't supposed to be one of the toys in the cabinet. Buffy walked over and shuffled through the items on the shelves, plucking out a short whip. It must have gotten mixed in from the basement playroom somehow when all the toys had been cleaned. She put it back and turned to Travis then knelt to release his ankles and remove the still vibrating plug. She moved around to his head and removed the gag then released his wrists and helped him stand up. He was crying silently as he stood swaying next to the bench. His cock was purple and weeping and he was going to come when the ring was released, but it probably wouldn't be pleasant.

"Hang on to me, Travis." When he'd reached up to grasp her shoulders, she reached down and gently flicked the catch open on the ring. His cock spasmed weakly and he clutched her shoulders tighter as he spent on floor between them with a pained groan. "Come lay down, Travis. I'm going to fix you up." She led him over to the bed and had him lie down on his side, since it would be too painful to lay on his back or stomach. She knelt on the floor near his head and brushed his hair away from his neck. "This might hurt a little, but not for very long. Just stay still." She leaned over him and sank her fangs into his neck, drawing his blood in long pulls. His cock tried to rise again but couldn't manage it. When his heart started to flutter, she released him and nicked her wrist with a fang then placed it against his lips. "Drink, Travis." He sucked at her wrist for a few moments then she pulled it away and bent to his neck again, drawing blood until his heart stopped. She sat back and wiped her mouth then reached out and brushed the hair back from his forehead. "I'll be back in a little while."

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Spike and Andrew finished cleaning each other then dried off and climbed back into bed. Spike picked up the remote and turned the TV on. "What do you want to watch?"

Andrew shrugged. "I don't really care. I'd rather make out."

Spike eyed him. "You want to what?"

"Make out with you. Kiss you, touch you, like that. Fuck if we can find the energy."

Spike considered for a moment then nodded as he turned the TV off and dropped the remote near the edge of the bed. "Yeah, okay."

Andrew got up and straddled Spike, their cocks brushing together. He leaned forward and gently kissed Spike then nibbled to his ear and down his neck while he flicked Spike's piercings with his thumbs. Spike moaned quietly and wrapped his arms around Andrew, sliding one hand down to squeeze his ass and the other up Andrew's back, tangling it into Andrew's hair as he sat up. He pulled Andrew's mouth to his own and kissed him deeply, leaving them both panting. Andrew whispered, "Lay back. Let me touch you."

Spike reclined against the pillows and Andrew leaned in for another kiss then licked and nibbled down his neck again. His hot mouth found one of Spike's nipples and he sucked hard, flicking the piercing with his tongue. Spike gasped and raised his hands to Andrew's head, moving him to the other nipple. Andrew repeated the action then bit down lightly, earning him a gasp of, "Christ!". When he sat up, Spike's eyes were glazed and he was panting. "I want to fuck you, Andy."

"Okay, but we're going to do it differently this time." He laid down on his back and lifted his legs. "Go in slow. I'm not stretched."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't if you go slow. Lube up."

Spike rolled over and grabbed the bottle of lube then liberally slicked himself. He propped himself up on his knees and one hand then lined himself up and started to push in. "Fuck, you're tight."

"I know. Just keep going."

Andrew moaned loudly as Spike pushed in until he was fully seated. He put his other hand down on the bed and Andrew wrapped his legs around Spike's waist. Spike looked down at him and asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah. Start out slow. I'll let you know when to go harder." Spike pulled back a little then thrust in, his strokes getting longer as Andrew loosened up. "Okay, Spike. Pound me."

Spike slipped his arms under Andrew's knees then braced his hands on the bed, nearly folding Andrew in half, and started hammering into him, grunting with each thrust.

The door opened and Buffy walked into the room. She stopped suddenly, her eyes widening, then she turned and quietly closed the door. She moved to the chair beside the door and sat down to watch the rest of the show.

Spike slowed and lifted himself up, bracing his hands on the backs of Andrew's legs, then he started rolling his hips in long, slow thrusts. "I'm close, and I want this to last a while."

"You keep doing that and I'm not gonna last much longer."

He wasn't lying. Andrew came several thrusts later, his cock spasming jets all over his belly and chest. Spike folded him up and started pounding into him again, arching back with a yell after a dozen or so thrusts. He let Andrew's legs fall to the bed then collapsed onto him. He lay there breathing hard for a few seconds then lifted up and kissed Andrew deeply before carefully sliding out of him and rolling to his side.

They both startled when Buffy spoke, "Nice show, boys. Kind of wish I'd been here for the start. That was hot." She stood up and walked over to the bed. "When you're able, go have another quick shower and then go get a snack. Definitely drink some orange juice. Looks like you both need to replenish your fluids."

"Are you angry that we didn't wait for you, Mistress?"

"No, Pet, I'm not. I just came to tell you that I'd finished with Travis and was going to sit with him until he woke up so you didn't wait up for me." She leaned down and kissed Spike then stood up. "I don't know how long I'll be with Travis, so if you two feel like fucking again later, have at it. Just make sure you get some sleep, Spike, because I'll be ready for your cock when you wake up."

"Yes, Mistress."

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Travis woke up about six hours after Buffy had killed him. He blinked slowly in the dim room then sat up, expecting pain from his ass and pretty much everywhere else, but there wasn't any. He looked down at himself then reached around and slid his fingers over the skin of his back. No lash marks.

He jumped when Buffy said, "You're a vampire now. If you concentrate, you'll be able to bring your demon forward. Try it."

Travis closed his eyes and his fangs dropped a few seconds later. He opened amber eyes and looked around in wonder at the now bright room.

"You can see everything now, can't you?"

He nodded then lisped around his fangs, "Yes, I can."

"Are you hungry?" He nodded and she stood up. "Okay. I'll release you to take you to the basement to eat, but if you pull any stupid shit, I'll stake you and have Xan vacuum you up. We clear?"

He nodded again and climbed off the bed then stood patiently while Buffy unlocked the manacle around his ankle. She stood and moved to the door. "Come on. Leave the rest of the boys alone. They're not food." She stepped into the hall and he followed her, flashing his new fangs at the other boys who were peeking out of the game room.

Buffy asked as they descended the stairs. "Do you know anything about vampires?"

"No, not really. I mean, I know they can't go out in the sun and they drink blood, but that's about it. Oh, and the stake thing, I guess."

"Not they. We. We can't go out in the sun." Buffy stopped and turned to face him, bringing her demon forward. "We're vampires, Travis. All of us. All the women who have prepped you since you got here are vampires."

"How old are you?"

"I was sired in 1734."

"Sired?"

"My sire drained me like I drained you, but he gave me about half his blood, making me family. I gave you just enough blood to make you a vampire. You're a minion, technically my get, but we don't have a strong enough blood bond to be considered family. I was sired, you were turned."

"Why did you do that?"

"So you'd be able to handle rougher treatment from your clients and not bitch about it. You'll heal almost overnight from any damage a human can inflict, but if you keep up with your bullshit, I'll inflict some damage that you won't heal from for weeks. Holy water is not your friend, but if I burn your dick off with it, at least it'll grow back now. Eventually. Am I painting a clear enough picture for you here?"

"Yes. I'm here to get fucked and beaten and now probably whipped, too."

Buffy smirked. "Another perk of the vampire thing? You feel pain, but not as much as when you were human and quite a few of the things humans consider painful will be pleasurable for you. All the shit Jim did to you a few hours ago would barely even register as pain and most of it would feel pretty good. Vampires also have voracious sexual appetites. We can fuck or get fucked for days at a time. If you start working with us instead of against us and service your assigned clients without complaint, then when you're not working, I know most of the girls would probably fuck you six ways from Sunday. They'd love to have someone with a vampire's stamina. Also, Anya has already signed on to teach you everything she knows, which is a long list from what I've seen and heard about so far."

"So if I play ball, I won't have to be chained to my bed anymore?"

"No. You'll be allowed free run of the mansion, but I don't want you to leave it unless one of us is with you. You're too new and we'll need to train you up before you can be out on your own, but if you do decide to run, just know that there are nine vampires in the scourge who will hunt you down and leave you a pile of dust. All you have to do is service your clients and the rest of the time you'll be free to eat and sleep and fuck all you want, just like the rest of us. Now let's get you downstairs so I can teach you how to feed without killing the person you're feeding from."

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Travis had picked up feeding quickly and Buffy left him sleeping peacefully in his room, sans chain. She'd taken him around to all the girls, telling each of them to keep an eye out in case he decided to pull some bullshit, so he was fully aware of what the consequences of said bullshit would be. Anya had told him she'd wake him up in a few hours when she was done with Xan and get started on his instruction and he'd been looking forward to that, so Buffy didn't think he'd continue to be a problem. She'd check to see how he was handling things once the first night of the event was over, and if he was doing all right, she'd text Jim.

Buffy slipped into her room and slid out of the robe. Spike and Andrew were snuggled together in the middle of the bed and Buffy climbed in behind Spike and snuggled up to his back. He murmured something sleepily and she kissed the back of his neck and whispered, "Go back to sleep, Pet. It's not time to get up yet."

Buffy woke with a moan several hours later. She blinked her eyes open and looked down to see Spike's head between her legs. Andrew was still sleeping, curled on his side facing the bathroom. Buffy threaded her fingers into Spike's hair and opened her legs wider, giving him more room. "Good morning, Pet."

He lifted his head and smiled as he said, "Good morning, Mistress," then dropped his head and continued licking and sucking. He brought her off twice that way then crawled up the bed, slipping his arms under her knees to raise her legs before sliding into her with a groan. She pulled him down for a deep kiss as he thrust into her slowly, rolling his hips.

God, he was good at this. Buffy pressed her head into the pillow as waves of pleasure rolled through her. He changed the angle just a bit and started thrusting harder and Buffy lifted her hands to the headboard to brace herself as he pounded into her. She came with a scream and her arms flopped to the bed.

Spike was still thrusting slowly and he leaned down to nip at a breast. "Want to get one more out of you, Mistress." He slid out and sat up then guided her to straddle him. She sank down on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He wrapped his arms around her as he nuzzled and nipped at her neck, rolling his hips.

She drew him in for a kiss as she matched his motions and they rocked together slowly as Buffy climbed toward another climax. When she was close, she used a nail to slice a line up the side of her neck, then she pulled Spike's mouth to it. "Drink, my pet."

His lips closed on the cut and his tongue worked her blood out of it as he sucked. The sensation pushed her closer to the edge and she clutched his head tight. When he'd taken a mouthful or two, she pulled his mouth away and tilted his head then sank her fangs into his neck, taking one hard pull of his blood. He tensed beneath her and his arms tightened as he thrust up into her with a loud shout. She followed him seconds later, sliding her fangs out of him with a scream.

He was still clutching her tightly to him as he breathed hard and pressed his face to her neck. He licked at the cut and shivered as he got another taste of her blood. Buffy licked up the blood that had dripped out of the unsealed punctures, then sealed her bite and sat back with a smile. "Nice way to wake up, my pet." She looked over at a still sleeping Andrew then smirked at Spike, "Although we didn't wake him up. What did you do to him last night?"

Spike smiled shyly. "We shagged again." He nodded to the chair by the door. "He wanted me to take him like I had the first time, so we used that chair to get the right angle, and since I know more about how to shag a bloke now, I made him come so hard he passed out." Spike chuckled. "He's heavier than he looks. Had to carry him to the bed after."

Buffy laughed, "We'll leave him alone. Go get some food into you while I check on Travis, even though I'm sure he's balls deep in Anya by now, and you should probably check on Xan. Make sure Anya didn't fuck him to death."

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Spike wiped up the last bit of egg with his toast and popped the bite into his mouth then drained his orange juice and stood up to put his dishes in the sink. He set up the coffee maker to brew then went to check on Xander.

Xander was sprawled face down across the bed, snoring lightly. He had several scratches down his back and what looked like punctures in his buttocks along with half a dozen bites scattered around that Spike could see. Looked like she'd used him hard. Spike smirked and left him to sleep.

He returned to the kitchen and started preparing food for the food. Faith walked in when he was preparing the tray to take downstairs. "Morning, Miss Faith. I've made your coffee, but I don't think Xan will be awake for a while yet."

Faith waved a hand. "I didn't really expect him to be. Anya had him up there for hours. Where's Andrew? Why are you down here by yourself?"

Spike blushed. "He's sleeping as well. In Mistress's bed. He and I, um… we…"

"You fucked him into ground, didn't you?" Spike nodded and Faith laughed.

Spike felt himself blush deeper and wondered why he was embarrassed, considering where he lived and what was usually happening here. He looked down at the tray and said quietly, "We've all gotten a late start today. It's already time to feed the food and we haven't done any of the chores and clients will start showing up in a few hours for the event."

"I wouldn't worry about it. You three keep up with things well enough that missing one day of cleaning isn't going to make a difference." She smirked at the still blushing Spike. "So how did you like it when Andrew fucked you?"

Spike smiled. "I liked it quite a lot, Miss, and Mistress said I could let the boys shag me as much as I want, as long as I'm still available for her to use."

Faith laughed again. "So if the servant's quarters are a rockin', we shouldn't come a knockin', right?"

Spike's blush deepened even more and he nodded. "Um… I guess so, Miss."

She motioned toward the tray, still chuckling. "Is that ready?"

Spike nodded. "Yes, Miss."

"I'll take it. You don't need to go down there."

"I'll be fine, Miss. I've done it before, but I don't usually do their breakfast. Xan does, but I don't know what he does for their maintenance."

"Don't care about their maintenance. How long has it been since you've been down there?"

Spike thought about it. "About a week, I guess."

"Then yeah, you don't need to go down there. The playthings are fully aware of why they're chained in our basement, so if they see you, it won't be fun."

"Aren't they in the playroom?"

"Not at the moment. We had to move them out to clean up the mess from the first one to die. They're both chained in Boy's old spot, and they're in bad shape. Buffy told me to keep you out of the basement until they're back in the playroom, which probably won't happen until after the event."

"All right, Miss." He lifted the tray and handed it across the counter. "I'll prepare your coffee and have it ready for you."

Faith took the tray and said, "Thanks. I'll be back in a few."

Spike nodded and turned toward the coffee maker, pulling Faith's cup out of the cupboard. He doctored it the way she liked and was just putting it down on the table when a loud crack of thunder startled him. He walked over to the sink and pulled back the curtain then looked out the window to see a dark sky roiling with storm clouds. Looked like the event clients would be braving a thunderstorm to get their wicks wet. He turned from the window and looked toward the foyer when he heard the front door open.

He walked through the dining room and poked his head out the door to see a tall man standing just outside the parlor. He had dark hair that sort of stood straight up off his head and was looking around in interest. It was a bit early for an event client, but maybe he was eager to get started. Spike stepped into the foyer and walked over to the man. "May I help you, sir?"

The man looked him over, his eyes pausing briefly on Spike's collar and tattoo and then a bit further south and Spike blushed slightly, realizing he'd forgotten he was starkers. The man's eyes returned to Spike's face and he smirked. "You're a pretty pet. So which one is your Mistress? Buffy or Faith?"

"I belong to Mistress Buffy, sir."

The man's eyes dropped again and he chuckled. "Yeah, I can see why she chose you. Where's the other two?"

"Sir?"

"The other two boys."

"Sleeping, sir."

"You probably won't go get them and bring them here for me, will you?"

Spike backed up a step and stammered, "Um… I need to ask Mistress…"

"Yeah, I didn't think so. Go tell Buffy I want to see her."

"I'll inform Mistress of your arrival, sir. May I have your name?"

"Angelus."

Spike gulped and turned for the stairs, hurrying up them. Angelus was in the mansion. He burst into Buffy's room, but she wasn't there, so he turned and headed for the stairs to the third floor. He'd only been up there a handful of times since the boys had been moved in and he didn't know which room belonged to Travis.

He met Buffy on the landing and stammered, "He's here, Mistress. Angelus is here."

Buffy blinked. "What?"

"A man in the foyer, Mistress. He said his name is Angelus. Tall, broad shoulders, dark spiky hair. He knew I was a pet and your and Miss Faith's names. He also wanted me to bring Xan and Andy to him."

Buffy's face melted into her demon and she snarled, "Where is Faith?"

"She took the food's food downstairs. She should be back in the kitchen soon."

Buffy started down the stairs. "Go get Xander then go to my room and stay there, no matter what you hear. Tell Faith to meet me on the second floor. I'm going to gather the scourge."

"Yes, Mistress."

He followed her back to the second floor then took the servant's stairs down to the kitchen while she went to her room to put on some clothes. Miss Faith had just sat down at the table when he stepped off the stairs. She noticed his frantic demeanor and asked, "What's going on?"

"Angelus was in the foyer, Miss. Didn't you see him when you came up from the basement? I left him standing just outside the parlor."

Faith shook her head. "No. There wasn't anybody out there." She snarled. "The son of a bitch probably went outside to get the rest of his scourge."

Spike swallowed hard. "Mistress is gathering our scourge. She wants you to meet her on the second floor."

Faith's demon came forward and she stood then stalked to the stairs Spike had just stepped off and disappeared up them.

Spike hurried into the quarters and shook Xander. "Xan, wake up!"

Xander rolled over and groggily asked, "What?"

"No time to explain. Get up and come with me. Hurry!"

Xander rolled off the bed and stood up, picking up on Spike's anxiousness and fear. "What happened?"

Spike took his arm and pulled him toward the door. "Just shift your arse."

They hurried up the stairs and slipped around the corner into Buffy's room then closed the door most of the way so they could peek out. Spike whispered, "Angelus was in the foyer."

Xander squeaked, "What? He's here?"

"Yes. Mistress is gathering the scourge." He nodded toward the top of the stairs where all the vampires except Anya, Harmony, and Faith were gathered. Faith stepped out of her room, still buttoning her jeans, and joined the group. As one, they turned and faced the foyer.

Buffy looked toward her room and said, "Stay there, my pet. This shouldn't take long," then she started down the stairs.

Spike and Xander startled when Andrew asked, "What are you guys doing?"

Xander waved him over. "Angelus is here. The scourge just went down to meet him."

Andrew scrambled off the bed and joined them at the door. "Was he alone?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah, it was just him in the foyer, but Miss Faith thinks he has other vampires outside. I don't know. He wanted me to fetch the pair of you and bring you to him." Andrew pulled the door open and slipped around Spike then crept across to the balcony railing. Spike hissed, "We're supposed to stay in here!"

Andrew waved them forward. "We'll be able to get back in if something happens. Come look."

Spike and Xander crept up behind Andrew and peeked over the railing. The foyer was full of vampires. Angelus had four males with him, and the two groups stood glaring each other down.

Buffy was the first to break the tense silence. "What do you want, Angelus?"

He shrugged, "Nothing, really. Just heard you were here and stopped by to say hello."

Buffy waved at his group. "So you brought most of your scourge with you to say hi?" She pointed at the swords and axes his group was carrying. "You need weapons to have a friendly chat?"

Angelus smirked, "Considering what happened the last time we 'chatted,' I wanted to be prepared."

"You deserved every bit of that and you're lucky I didn't dust you."

He shrugged again. "Maybe. And maybe I do want something." He nodded toward the second floor. "I want your pets. All three of them."

Buffy glanced over her shoulder, scowling at the three boys watching the scene over the balcony railing, then turned back to face Angelus. "That's not going to happen. Get out."

"Oh, it's gonna happen. I'm gonna fuck the tattooed one, Dante and Alex are gonna fuck the little blond one, and Brandon and Harry will fuck the brunette. Then we'll pass them around until we've all had a turn. And when we're done with them, maybe we'll start fucking our way through your whores…" he nodded at Harmony's alcove, "starting with that one. That's what this place is for, right?"

Faith snarled, "You take one step towards those boys and we'll end you."

Angelus took one step forward, bringing his demon to the fore, and snarled, "Come get some," and the fight was on.

It was almost two to one in favor of the mansion scourge, but they hadn't brought any weapons with them. Willow and Amy dropped back to the stairs and turned to face each other, holding hands and chanting. The air turned electric as their magic built and lightning bolts started flinging themselves at the enemy vampires. One was struck in the chest and he burst into a cloud of dust, his sword clattering to the ground. The other three sprang forward, swinging battle axes at Vi, Darla, Fred, and Amanda, the bolts missing them by the barest of margins and instead exploding against the parlor door, the floor, and a hapless chair sitting near the front door. Angelus advanced on Buffy and Faith, swinging his sword.

Bodies were twirling, swinging, jumping, and dropping in a frenzy of motion that the boys were having a hard time keeping up with. Amanda went down with an axe buried in her middle and she shrieked when it was pulled free. Darla exploded into a cloud of dust when the stake on the end of one of the axes was buried in her chest. Vi and Fred were holding off one vampire as the one who'd staked Darla barreled into Willow and Amy, knocking both of them flat so the third vampire could head up the stairs. Amy was knocked cold by the flat of his axe blade and slumped down, pinning Willow to the floor as the vampire advanced on her with the stake end of his axe. She got one arm free and threw force at him, sending him flying up and over the stair railing to crash into the floor on the other side. Buffy and Faith had pushed Angelus back into the hallway leading to the basement and had somehow relieved him of his sword. It lay glinting on the foyer floor just outside the dining room. Snarls, growls, and loud crashes could be heard from down the hall as fists and feet landed blows and bodies were thrown into walls.

Willow pushed Amy off her then leaned up on one arm and threw a fireball at the vampire bounding up the stairs. It exploded against the newel post as the vampire rounded the corner onto the second floor. He sprinted toward the boys who were scrambling to get back to Buffy's room, managing to snag Spike's arm before he could get through the door. He pulled Spike in front of him, sliding his fingers under Spike's collar to hold him in place while he pressed the stake end of his axe against Spike's back. He shouted, "I've got one!" and started pushing Spike toward the stairs.

Vi and Fred had managed to dispatch their vampire, wresting his axe from his hands and using it to decapitate him. Willow threw another fireball at the vampire she'd tossed over the railing as he advanced on her again and he burst into flame, screaming as he crumbled to dust. The crashes and snarls from down the hallway had stopped and Buffy and Faith walked back into the foyer, dragging an unconscious Angelus behind them. They left him in the middle of the floor and Buffy pointed at Vi who was still holding the axe. "Watch him. Stake him if he moves." Vi nodded and moved to stand over Angelus while Fred darted over to snag the sword Angelus had dropped.

Willow climbed to her feet and turned to face the vampire forcing Spike to walk down the stairs in front of him. Buffy stepped up beside her on the left and Faith stepped up on the right. Buffy snarled, "Let him go."

The vampire snarled back, "No, I don't think I will. You're gonna let me walk out of here with him, or I'll skewer him right here."

Faith laughed and waved a hand at the room. "Look around. You're the only one left. You're not getting through that door."

"I will if you want to keep this one alive."

They stepped off to the side as the vampire reached the bottom of the stairs with his hostage then turned around to keep Spike between him and the three vampires snarling at him. He started backing toward the front door, pulling against Spike's collar hard enough to make him start choking and gasping for air. Buffy was about to spring forward when she noticed movement in the dining room doorway. Anya had come down the servant's stairs and was sneaking up behind the vampire holding Spike. She froze about eight feet behind him and raised a stake, waiting for him to get closer. When he was within striking distance, she buried the stake in his heart and he exploded into dust. Spike stumbled backwards when the hand pulling on his collar suddenly disappeared, and Anya caught him before he hit the floor. She set him back on his feet then turned to Buffy. "If you try to punish me for touching him just now, I'm out of here." She looked around at the bleeding and unconscious vampires surrounded by piles of dust. "What the hell happened down here?" She pointed at Angelus. "Who the hell is that?"