The music pounded through the Bronze as Faith made her way out of the dancing crowd, still swaying slightly to the music as she maneuvered her way to the bar, not looking where she was going. She bobbed her head slightly as she thought to herself. Being in Buffy's body was cool. Okay, so she didn't have the cleavage she once did and her body was kinda on the skinny side, but overall it was a pretty good deal.

She knew guys had always thought Buffy was a hottie, now she was experiencing it herself. Not only that, being in Buffy's body immediately made her a good guy. She snickered slightly. Okay, maybe a likes to do evil too kind of good guy, but the big plus about that was that there were no more cops on her tail. She sighed pleasurably as she bopped towards the archway. No more being chased by the snotty Council and those stupid wet Watchers either.

She was so caught up in the beat of the music and her own thoughts that she completely missed noticing the guy she bumped into. "Whoop." She made to move out of the way and keep walking when she was pulled up short.

"Oh. You." Spike regarded Faith in Buffy's body with disgust. He looked away again as he leveled a 'why me' expression at the wall next to him, his duster swinging slightly with the movement of his body.

Faith regarded the peroxide blonde man in front of her with slight confusion. She really hoped she didn't know him, but she had a feeling Buffy did. She strove for casual as she tossed out, "And you." She paused for a moment as she regarded him with careful eyes.

< Oh Faith, he is fiiiiine. >

She meticulously studied the cheekbones that slashed up the sides of his face and the well muscled body beneath the black jacket as he continued with his tirade.

"What, are you keeping tabs on me? You're gonna give me a hard time now?"

Confused again as to what this gorgeous specimen of male was talking about, she wondered for a moment if he and Buffy had ever....

< No. No way Faith. We're talking about little Miss Priss. No way was she boinking this guy. Now I on the other hand.... >

"Um, do I usually give you a hard time?"

Spike clenched his teeth in frustration. The little cow. "Very funny. Well, you don't have to worry about me drinking. Unless you're here to protect innocent beers." He waved a bottle in her face to demonstrate his point as he turned and proceeded to walk away.

Faith stared at him for a moment as he retreated, then it clicked. She smiled wickedly as she followed after him, utterly delighted as to where this little conversation was going.

< Let's see what member of the undead good old B's been rubbing shoulders with this time. >

She casually leaned against a post as she said, "You're a vampire."

Spike rolled his eyes at Buffy's magnificent observation as he turned back around again, only to find the little bitch half draped over a pole. Her behaviour struck him as odd considering he'd never seen the Slayer like this, and he'd seen her enough times.

< Too many bloody times. >

She seemed a little out of it too, as though she couldn't quite remember things. He wondered if she'd been hit over the head and quietly rejoiced.

"Was. And as soon as I get this chip out of my head, I'll be a vampire again. But until then, I'm just as helpless as a kitten up a tree. So why don't you sod off?"

He watched her as she stared at him, her eyes roving slightly over his body.

< She's checking me out! The Slayer's checking me out! Of all the nasty things the little chit could do.... >

"Ok."

Spike immediately grew angry. The stupid little bitch thought she could eye him and then dismiss him, like he wasn't once one of Europe's most feared vampires. Like he wasn't still a master vampire even now though he wasn't practicing. He shouted after her as she started to walk off. "Oh, fine! Throw it in my face! Spike's not a threat anymore. I'll turn my back. He can't hurt me."

Faith cocked her head slightly as she caught the name he threw at her.

< Spike. Where have I heard that name before. I know I have, it's in there somewhere. >

She turned back around again to face him as she regarded him a little more closely, trying to figure out who he was, because she was sure she knew.

"Spike?"

Then it came back to her. She remembered her old Watcher mentioning something about Spike in one of her earlier study sessions when she'd first been called, then she remembered Buffy and her sleazy undead beau going after a Spike a little over a year ago because he'd kidnapped Willow and Xander. She'd never actually met him though before now. She grinned as she eyed him.

"Spike. William the Bloody with a chip in his head. I kind of love this town."

She moseyed over to him as he watched her warily.

Spike stared at her as she slowly came closer. Whatever had hit her must have been pretty hard, because she was acting as though she'd never met him before in her life. And there was something else, but he couldn't figure it out quite yet.

"You know why I really hate you, Summers?"

Faith grinned. Here was her chance to really stick it to Buffy. "Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun?"

Spike blinked as she came even closer, not expecting the reply she'd given him. "Well, yeah," he faltered momentarily as he thought over what she'd said. "That covers a lot of it."

He looked deeper into her eyes as she came even closer. So close that they were almost touching. There was something in her eyes. He'd gotten close to Buffy before, in fights and then in that disgusting spell when he'd thought he was in love with her, but he had not once ever seen the look in her eyes that she had now. He sniffed quickly to check for alcohol, but the only traces he found were on his own non existant breath.

He inhaled sharply as he figured out what it was.

Wildness.

Wickedness.

Fierce and untamed.

Erotically dangerous.

Faith's grin grew even wider as she watched him stare at her. This guy definitely didn't like Buffy, which was just fine with her, but he found her attractive at the same time, which she knew from experience always made for a frustrating situation. It was also so much more fun to tease people because of it. Which was what she proceeded to keep doing.

She smirked slightly as she stared up at him under her lashes, turning on the charm as she simpered, "Cause I could do anything I want and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of slayerness?"

Faith cocked her head slightly, "I mean, I could be rich, I could be famous, I could have anything." She inched forward again until their bodies were brushing ever so slightly, then she brought her hands up between them and lightly ran her fingers over his hard chest. She stared deep into his eyes as she delivered the final blow.

"Anyone. Even you, Spike."

Spike was caught up in the spell of her eyes. The mixture of wild and wicked had captured him so tightly it was all he could do to stay on his feet. He started to pant ever so slightly as he slowly tilted his head, unconsciously bringing his lips in line with hers. And all the time one thought ran through his mind over and over again.

< This is not the Slayer, this is not the Slayer, this is not the Slayer.... >

But if it wasn't Buffy, who was it? Who was the temptress with the magical eyes who currently inhabited her body? Who the hell was it who had put him so far under her spell he couldn't even swallow? He wanted to confront her, ask her, but he couldn't move.

Faith rubbed against him slightly as she continued with her little speech. "I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more."

Spike groaned quietly as he kept staring, his eyes continuously flicking from hers to her lips, then back to her eyes again. He shivered as he felt something snake down his spine, then his body jumped back into awareness again. He could feel his dead nerve endings tingling, the heat that radiated from her body, the pressure in his groin as his cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans, and the ache of his hardened nipples as her fingers continued to play lightly over his chest, making the cloth of his black tee rub slightly over them, making them ache.

He swallowed roughly as he frantically tried to think of what to do. If this wasn't the little chit of a Slayer, then who the hell was it? Who was wandering around in her body with wicked eyes and a wild spirit, tinged slightly with evilness that he wondered why he hadn't felt before when he first bumped into her. The feel of the power emanating off of her, both sexual and physical was overwhelming. He could smell her arousal even as he felt the power of her small fingertips as they still kept playing maddeningly over his chest.

Faith knew exactly the effect that she was having over Spike's body, and she smirked at the sea of lust that had overtaken him because of her words and actions. She was unaware however of the fact that he'd figured her out, so she calmly continued on, hoping to drive the final nail in his dignities coffin.

"And do you know why I don't?"

As suddenly as the spell started, it was broken. Spike stared at her, still fully aroused but now completely in control of his faculties. He blinked, then before she had the chance to answer her own question, he grabbed her by the arms and held her tight against him, careful not to squeeze her too much to stop the chip from going off.

As he held her, he felt her softness and warmth rub against him. Her eyes held no trace of the disgust the real Buffy would be feeling at being in his arms. Instead they held a mixture of wickedness and expectance. Curiosity at what he was up to. She was waiting for him to make the next move. He shuddered slightly again as a thought struck him.

Even though the person inside the body whom he was incredibly attracted to wasn't Buffy, this was still Buffy's body. And he hated her. He'd like nothing more than to reach inside her chest, grab hold of her spine, rip it out, and use it to pick his teeth clean after he'd eaten all of her little friends. But even more than that, stronger than the hatred, was the rampant lust, making him want to take this body that had defeated him so many times, which was currently the vessel for that wicked gleam and the expectant curl of that ripe, wet lip, and shag it silly. All because of the spirit inside.

It was driving him crazy. He had to know who it was.

He sneered even as he continued to pant slightly. "How about because you're not Buffy."

Faith's eyes widened as she stared at the fiery blue orbs of the vampire in front of her. How had he known? She swallowed heavily as she brought herself under control again, and easily breaking the grip his arms had on her, she took a step back. She stared at him in defiance.

"Yes. I. Am. Buffy."

Spike smirked slightly as he watched the temptress bring herself under control. She hadn't known he'd figured it out so he'd managed to catch her off guard. Now she was lying through her teeth.

"Oh no you're not, pet. You're not the Slayer. I don't know why I didn't pick it the second I bumped into you. I don't know what you're doing walking around in her body, but I know for a fact you aren't her."

Faith stared at the smirk that played over his full bottom lip. It was driving her to distraction. She tore her gaze away and brought it back up to his eyes, which frankly, weren't doing her much better. She planted her hands on her hips as she spoke.

"For a fact huh? Now how would you know that. You'd have to be paying a hell of a lot of attention to this body if you figured out something no one else could, which really doesn't need figuring out anyway, seeing as how I am Buffy. Face it Spike, you like me. You really like me."

Spike glared at her in anger, then reached out and snagged her upper arm in his grip. "Alright *Buffy*, since you keep insisting that's who you are, let me ask you something. I mean, if you are *Buffy* and all, you'll have no problems answering."

Faith didn't let the nervousness she was feeling escape from the pit of her stomach. Instead she arched her body against his as she whispered, "Try me."

< Don't call me on my bluff blondie. >

Spike reflexively swallowed when he saw the heat in her eyes, then quickly squashed the feelings they were producing. He had a point to prove. He knew damn well this wasn't the Slayer, and he wasn't going to let the little temptress in her body get away with trying to trick him.

"Who put the chip in my head?"

Faith blinked.

< FUCK! >

"Uh, bad guys?"

Spike sneered at her. "Could you be a little more specific, pet?"

"Really bad guys?"

"Bzzt, *wrong*." Spike paused for a moment. "Well actually, you're right, but you're still wrong because the real Buffy would have given me a name in a second. You can't do that though, because you aren't her."

< Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. >

This wasn't supposed to be happening. No one was supposed to figure it out. Faith was supposed to be living Buffy's perfect little life. It wasn't perfect if somebody knew the truth. How had she managed to convince all of B's dropkick friends with no problem, but somehow she hadn't managed to trick this gorgeous dead guy?

Then again, maybe it wasn't such a problem. After all, this guy hated Buffy. So what if he knew?

< It's not like he's gonna go running to tell the Scooby gang. Any money he hates them too. At most he'll blackmail me, which is cool cause by this time tomorrow, I'll be long gone anyway. >

Then again, she could always break a pool cue in two and stake him. The others would probably think he'd just left Sunnydale, not that he'd been dusted. That was the good thing about dead vamps. They left no evidence.

Just as she was gearing herself up to grab the cue off the wall behind him to do just that, a thought struck her. What had he been saying about the chip? That it made him as helpless as a kitten up a tree. She paused for a moment as delectable visuals started to assault her, then she mentally shook them away. Whatever this chip was, it obviously rendered him incapable of feeding, possibly even fighting.

If Buffy and the dumb squad had known about the chip, which they must since Spike expected her to know, then they would have obviously left him alive seeing as how he couldn't bite anymore. They always had been big on the 'don't kill something that's harmless' thing. If Spike was harmless because of this chip, then that meant he was nothing compared to Buffy. And Giles, stuffy as he was, probably wouldn't have allowed B to kill him.

Which meant that if Spike suddenly disappeared, the other's would probably worry and wonder where he'd gotten to. They'd probably even go searching for him, knowing just how drippy their nature was. Especially that pathetic excuse of a witch, Willow. And if they started asking around for clues, it could turn out that they'd find out she'd done it after all, and then she'd have to answer their questions.

She was supposed to be Buffy now. She couldn't be Faith. She couldn't kill anyone who got in her way, or the point of this whole body switch to get her out of the mess she'd created by helping the mayor would be for nothing. She'd just have to hear what Spike had to say and hope that he wouldn't ask for something right now, because she sure as hell wasn't intending on giving him anything, no matter how studly he was.

She pulled away from him again quickly as she backed up a step.

"Okay, you got me. I'm not your precious *Buffy*."

Spike grinned at her.

"I knew that all along, pet. Well, not all along, but most of the time."

Faith sighed. "So what are you gonna do? Run to Giles? Tell him his little Slayer is no more? Huh? What are you gonna do."

Spike considered her momentarily as he remembered the wickedness in her eyes, which for the moment, had disappeared. He could still see traces of the untamed spirit though, glaring out at him defiantly from the hazel eyes that weren't really hers. He wondered again just exactly who she was, because whoever the spirit belonged to, they were dangerous. *Very* dangerous.

"Well first of all, you could tell me who the bloody hell you are." He brought the long forgotten beer he still held in his hand to his lips, and took a big gulp as he waited for her to reply.

"The name's Faith."

Spike almost dropped the bottle as he tried not to choke.

"You're Faith?!"

Faith stared at him strangely. Had this guy heard of her? "Yeah..."

No wonder the little whelp and the Watcher had been so intent on finding this girl. What was it they'd said about her?

*Rogue slayer, dark hair, yay tall, name of Faith. Criminally insane.*

They had every right to be so scared of her and what she could do. She was dangerous alright. She didn't magickally transport herself into somebody else's body without some serious connections, as well as being in possession of a pretty powerful spirit, otherwise she wouldn't have stood a chance of surviving the switch. If that was even what it was. Was the Slayer running around in this girl's body while Faith ran around in hers? As well as that, this girl was a Slayer also. And one who'd turned evil. There was no telling what she could do if it pleased her or if she was pushed. The power he could feel emanating off of her wasn't just remnants of Buffy's like he'd thought. It was her own power. And it was overwhelming.

He was suddenly struck with a feeling of completely out of character thankfulness. If this had been the second Slayer when he and Dru had first come to Sunnydale, he had a niggling feeling that he would have been dust long ago. Say right back when he was doing the ritual with Angel to bring Dru back to strength. If it had been her who'd come kicking in with the Summers girl, he got the distinct impression from what he was feeling now that he would have gladly thrown himself on her stake if only to please her. Which wasn't a good thing. His mind whirled frantically.

< This girl has to be the one called after Dru bagged the other one. >

She had a feeling of intense power surrounding her that a newly called or more inexperienced Slayer wouldn't have. But this girl had it. She'd been around the block a number of times, and it seemed she'd come out on top.

< And here I was going out to find this girl to send her the way of the other Slayer. Seems she got to her already, just not in the way the little Scooby gang expected. >

That thought seemed so hilarious to Spike that he started to chuckle. The chuckling turned into an insane giggling fit, which soon broke out into all out laughter. He had to bend over slightly and rest an arm on his thigh as he struggled to get himself back under control.

Thinking Spike was laughing at her, Faith smoldered angrily, her hands itching to grab him by the lapels of his sexy leather duster, slam him into the wall behind them, and repeatedly bash his beautiful face. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. And people were starting to stare at the sight of the handsome blonde man, almost doubled over with insane laughter as he still clutched desperately at his beer.

"What the hell is so funny blondie?"

Her snappy comment made Spike raise his head as he fought to bring himself back under control, firmly pursuing his lips together as he started to push himself back onto his feet. The look in her eyes made him hop to it even faster. They were spitting fire. At that moment, Spike knew the only thing that kept her from staking him was the fact that they were in a public place and people were watching them.

He cleared his throat slightly as he unconsciously slapped down the urge to beg for her forgiveness. Upon suddenly realising what the urge it had just squashed was, the demon inside grew disgusted as it wondered just where in the hell that particular urge had appeared from. But Spike ignored the goings on in his body. He was too busy figuring out a way of getting out of this indiscretion with his unlife intact.

"I wasn't laughing at you."

Faith glared at him as she crossed her arms under her breasts.

"Sure you weren't, Spike."

"I wasn't."

Indignace rang in his tone.

"The whelp and the Watcher found me earlier tonight and told me about you. Said to keep me eyes peeled or some other rot. I told them I would, and when I found you, I'd send you their way and watch as you killed them."

Faith raised an eyebrow as she realised her assumptions were correct. Maybe she didn't have to worry about someone knowing after all.

"You hate them do you?"

Spike growled quietly.

"Bloody hell. Like you wouldn't believe. Everytime I wanted to have some fun, there was Saint Slayer putting a dampener on it. With all her cronies running along behind her like lapdogs. Got nothing better to do with their time, do they."

"So you said you'd send me their way. Then what?" Faith made a prompting gesture with one hand as she leaned against the pillar behind her back.

"So they had their weapons with them and the whelp was blabbing about how you were this big danger with a yen to hurt their precious Buffy, and they're out in force wanting to protect the little chit. But the thing is you've done something worse than they could have imagined, and they can't even tell that something's wrong."

Spike was practically crowing by the time he finished his little speech and started chuckling again even as he tried not to, still not sure of the attitude of the dangerous Slayer standing in front of him.

He needn't have worried though.

Faith's lips twitched as she realised Spike was right. B's friends couldn't even tell the difference, and with Buffy now off to face the Watcher's council and possible termination, that meant she would win and the sappy gang wouldn't even realise. They'd be told that her body with Buffy in it had been killed or punished, and they'd probably be happy. Faith broke into a grin as she realised they'd be happy at the news that their bestest buddy Buffy had been punished, while unknowingly, the big danger Faith sat in Giles' living room having tea with them, still very much alive and kicking.

That was when she started laughing hysterically, unconsciously moving closer to Spike as she stretched out and gripped his arms, staring into his face as her laughter rolled out of her, seemingly unable to stop.

Upon seeing Faith so pleased, Spike started laughing hysterically again himself, giving in to the need to rejoice at the apparent demise of his number one enemy, and second most hated person. Only the second most hated. Angel still held that top position quite firmly, having about 120 years up on the Slayer in the annoyance department.

Faith eventually started to calm down, resting her cheek on Spike's own still shaking shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath. She grinned to herself.

< There's just something about being bad babe. Go with it. >

But there was one thing to be taken care of first.

Pushing herself up off Spike's chest, Faith held onto his upper arms as she directed her face to look at his. She smiled wickedly.

"So Spikey, you gonna dob me in?"

Staring into those wicked eyes again, Spike felt himself being pulled in once more. He cleared his throat awkwardly as his mouth opened into an 'o' shape. His still aroused body which had been pushed to the back seat before, suddenly leapt to the front, eager to drive. He felt his cock throb painfully as Faith's warm body pushed against his and her fingers kneaded his biceps. She batted her eyelashes at him coyly.

"Well?"

He was floundering.

< Get some control you miserable soddin demon! >

Well, maybe not.

Snaking his arms behind her, he wrapped them around her waist, pulling her sharply up against him. Her eyes fluttered closed slightly as he pushed his pelvis against hers, and she moaned quietly as she felt his hardness brush against her belly. While she still had her eyes half closed, he felt suddenly compelled to bend down and capture her mouth with his, so he did.

He moved his lips softly against hers as her mouth parted slightly, inviting him in to play. His tongue darted out to lick around the outside of her pouty mouth, then slid inside, stroking the moist roof before retreating back into his own mouth, closely followed by Faith's own tongue. He drew it further into his mouth as he sucked on it passionately, scraping his blunt teeth over the velvet length as she moaned quietly, then pulled her tongue back into her own mouth to begin the game again.

Their lips twisted together sensuously as a rumble started deep in the chest of the blonde vampire. Upon hearing it, Faith pulled him even closer to her, rubbing her body up against his as her hands ran up his biceps, over his shoulders, until they finally gripped the back of his head tightly, her fingers sliding through the soft peroxide locks as he growled into her mouth. His arms lowered from their position wrapped tightly around her waist until they rested on her tight backside, and firmly gripping her small, muscular globes in his large hands, he pulled her sharply up against him, lifting her onto her toes slightly as he backed them up against the wall, their bodies straining against each other, mouths dancing passionately, tongues dueling furiously.

After what seemed like forever, Spike finally broke the kiss even as he groaned at the loss, but Faith needed air. She gasped for breath as she struggled to regain her equilibrium. Spike moved his hands from her backside and brought them back up around her waist again, as Faith lowered her arms from the back of his head and brought them down to rest on his shoulders. Her feet touched the floor again as her head dropped down, resting on his chest.

Pulling back slightly, he let her catch her breath as he forced himself to calm down and think about what he was doing. Evil Slayer or not, the key word in the equation was still SLAYER. Nothing good could come of this. But the odds were stacked against him. Her panting little breaths on his neck were distracting, as was the way her powerful fingers kept flexing on his arms. Then there was the feel of her warm body rubbing slightly against his and the effect it was having, his body screaming for the release that he sought to deny it. And to only add fuel to the inferno, there was the memory of her speech about the muscles he'd never even dreamed of, and the overpowering scent of her arousal which was surrounding him like a heavy blanket of nectar, just waiting to be devoured.

Faith opened her eyes slowly as she continued to pant softly.

< Man, can this guy kiss... >

She stared at his chest for a moment as it heaved unnecessarily. A corner of her mouth turned up slightly at the sight of it. < I made him breathe. Cool. >

She tore her gaze away from his muscled chest and finally looked up at his eyes again. The deep blue had melted into a molten pool of sapphire, tinged slightly with yellow. Desire shone brightly as his gaze kept flickering between her eyes and her lips, and on one occasion, she saw them stray down to her neck. But it didn't worry her.

Spike cleared his throat slightly as he wondered what to say.

"So..."

Faith nodded as she let out a breath she'd been holding.

"Yeah. So..."

Spike finally came to a decision in his mind. Slayer or not, he wanted this girl, and he knew she wanted him. What was the harm in one night? It wasn't like there were feelings involved. It wasn't like their little rendezvous was going to evolve into the twisted love affair of all time, a la his prick of a Sire and the other Slayer. What was one night? He squashed his doubts in an instant.

He tilted his head towards the door. "Do you wanna--"

"Yes."

Spike grinned slightly and nodded his head. "Okay."

He pulled away slowly and held up his beer. "Just let me go and drop this at the--"

Faith nodded her head as she tried to restrain herself from jumping him right here and now. "Go ahead. I'll be waiting." Her words were followed by a slow, wicked smile, and to Spike's dismay, he felt his canine's elongate slightly as he growled swiftly.

"I'll be right back." Then he took off.

Faith grinned to herself. She'd never felt like this before. Sex with guys had never been like that before.

< And that wasn't even sex! >

She felt excited. Every nerve ending in her body tingled on red alert. Her lips were swollen and throbbed where he'd nipped and licked and kissed them, and her panties were drenched. Electricity ran through every pore of her body, sparking furiously as she watched him bound towards the bar. Her heart was pounding out a rhythm that she hadn't felt for a long time, and she knew she'd never been as turned on as this before in her life.

But that made her feel nervous. If it had never been like this with any other guy, why was it like this with him? He was a vampire, it shouldn't be anything with him. Or it at least shouldn't be anything like this. He shouldn't be capable of making her feel this way, like the most wanted person in the world. Like the most desirable woman on the face of the earth. Like a doe eyed virgin who'd never gotten busy with a penis before. Like somebody he had to have even if it was impossible, even if it was dangerous, even if it was downright stupid.

Then she felt scared. What if one night turned into more? Somehow, the peroxide vampire had crept up on her and dug his claws into her with just one kiss. What if after tonight, she couldn't let him go? Couldn't leave the way she planned? He'd make her weak. She couldn't chance becoming attached to anyone. It was too dangerous for her. It would get too complicated.

She wanted to deny the attraction she felt for him. Place it back in the plain lust pile he'd been sitting in when she'd first laid eyes on him, along with all the other guys she came across that she wouldn't mind getting down with, but he wasn't there anymore. And she couldn't move him. He'd moved into a pile that had no specification, but was a lot more than lust. There was passion there too, and as much as she wanted to deny it, emotion.

His cool lips and hands had set an inferno raging inside her. After all the shit she'd taken in her life, couldn't she have one night for just her? Something that made her feel real? Vibrant? Special? Alive in every possible sense of the word? Because she knew it would. She knew without a doubt that if she went back with Spike, he'd make her feel better than she had in....she closed her eyes....forever.

Her grin that had slowly faded, bloomed again as she decided she'd do it. To hell with the consequences or repercussions or whatever. She was going to do it. And it would feel good, and wonderful, and amazing, and so fucking fantastic that she'd wake up the next morning still writhing in ecstasy. And then she'd get up and leave this shit town, never breaking because she'd felt how good it could be, and no one could take that feeling away from her. No one could take the memory out of her mind. No Council, no Watchers, no cops, no demons, no nothing.

She felt ecstatic. She felt like she was floating. She felt like--

She felt like whirling around and punching a hole in the wall.

"Buffy!"