In the first ending, Buffy and Spike were pulled home, and history played out much as before, with Nikki being done for a few days later and Spike not remembering Buffy, thanks to Dru. But suppose ‘our’ Buffy and Spike disappeared for some other reason…


Trapped by the experienced slayer, Spike did the only wise thing he could do. He broke a window and escaped into the tunnel before she could rip him to pieces. The blonde started to follow him through his impromptu escape hatch, and then it seemed like she just faded away. Could have been something in his dinner again though.

He sighed and then lit a cigarette as he trudged through the dark and then above ground. He'd wait a day or two and track down Ms. Wood again. It was a shame he was going to have to wait so long for the other.

After dinner he made his way back to the hotel. There were no lights burning in any of the rooms across the way. Given the noise coming from within his room, he gathered that Drusilla had returned. And brought a friend. Or dinner. Possibly both.

Spike wasn’t hungry. It was his turn for a walkabout.



Buffy dropped happily into their bed and sighed. Four days was long enough. She was officially over it. Clearly, she was going to have to learn to deal. All the others said so. If ‘grandmummy’ was going to come knocking once a year, she’d just have to work a little harder to remind him that she was his dark princess now. She should have known better than to pitch a fit and go stomping off just because he’d spent a night with his sire. And he was going to be really pissed about the dent in his stupid car. She was fairly sure she could make it all up to him though.

His peace offering squirmed and screamed into her gag. Slayer were strong, as she knew all too well. But Kendra was not getting out of those bonds. It had been a little harder putting down the children and the Watcher. They really had been nice to her before Spike had come along and liberated her from her dismal life of duty. But they had gotten in her way.

“What did you do to my car?”

Spike kicked the door shut behind him, all thunder faced and fierce looking. He stopped short when he saw the outfit. He was so easy, really. She sauntered over to him and put her hands or her hips. “You’ve been drinking.”

“You ran off,” he pouted at her. “You know what that does to me, love. And you’d no call. She’s my sire. Should teach you better manners.”

Buffy just pouted back at him. No matter what the other vampires said, she didn’t like it. Playing with his food was one thing, this was different. “If you’re mean to me, you don’t get your present.”

For the first time, he seemed to notice the squirming pile of dinner at the foot of their bed. “That can’t be…”

She preened. “I picked up your favorite, sweetie, fresh from Sunnydale.”

Spike pulled her in for a kiss and then tossed her onto the bed. Kendra’s body thumped against hers a moment later. Her sire took his place on the other side and grabbed the bound woman’s hair to bare her throat.

“You’re too good to me, pet,” he moaned, stroking the dark skin of the woman’s neck.

She licked her fangs. “Yes I am.”

“Look at you. Proud of you, my Buffy. Queen of my undead heart.”

Queen trumped princess any day. She beamed at him. “Don’t you want the first bite?”

He ripped aside part of the wide-eyed girl’s shirt. “Let’s do it together.”

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Please let me know what you think of this version! I just couldn't resist writing something a little more dire.