I was walking through the cemetery at night, holding a stake. I sensed someone approaching me from behind, turning around, lifting my stake.

Spike was there. 

I sighed, lowering my stake.

"Can we talk?" Spike asked.

"If you wanna help with patrol," I answered, turning around, continuing to walk.

Spike followed. "We... we kissed, Zoey, you and me. All 'Gone With the Wind', with the rising music, and the rising... music. And what was that, Zoey?"

"You told me to choose, so I chose," I answered.

Spike smirked. "So you're not going to leave me be, then."

I looked back at him as we continued to walk. "You're the one who's wanted to be with me for how long now?"

"Oh, I can't deny that I liked the game of cat and mouse for a little while," Spike told me. 

"Mm, let me guess," I told him sarcastically. "You're the mouse." 

Spike scoffed. "Hardly."

I stopped walking, turning to face him, looking behind him to see vampires and a demon about to shoot a stake toward Spike, grabbing him, pulling him to the ground. Spike landed on his back with me on top of him, looking down on him.

The stake landed in the tree where Spike had been.

Spike and I looked up.

The demon had a head of a shark, wearing a flamboyant suit. He looked at the two vampires behind him. "Easy, boys. No need to get physical-like." He chuckled. I pushed myself off of Spike, helping him up. "Is there, Mr. Spike?"

I looked at Spike. "You know this guy?"

"Yeah," Spike answered. He looked at the shark demon. "What do you want?"

The shark demon walked closer. "You know me, uh... there are a lot of things I would like, Mr. Spike." He pulled the stake out of the tree. "A house in Bel Air..." He walked closer. "With a generously sized swimming pool. And, of course, the 40 Siamese that you owe me."

The shark demon put his arm around Spike's neck, pulling him close to him.

"Take it easy," Spike told him. "You'll get your kittens."

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, I trust you, Mr. Spike," the shark demon, letting him go.

"Oh, God, what is it with you guys?" I asked. "Why kittens? Why can't you just use money like everybody else?"

The shark demon looked at Spike. "She's funny. I like funny in a girl."

"I just need a little more time," Spike told him.

"Time, time, time," the shark demon told him. "Is what turns kittens into cats. Look, I don't wanna see anyone get hurt." He turned away, looking at the vampires. "Boys."

The shark demon walked a few steps away.

The vampires smiled, walking toward Spike.

I leaped  up, grabbing a tree branch, kicking the first vampire with both feet, making him fall to the ground and land at the shark demon's feet. 

The shark demon turned to me.

I landed on the ground, shrugging. "Then you'd better close your eyes."

I punched the second vampire repeatedly, making him fall to the ground, crossing my arms across her chest.

"I said she was a Slayer, boss," Vampire 1 told him.

The shark demon looked at me. "Ah, good for you. A vampire Slayer. Have you ever given any thought to, uh, freelance work? A little debt collecting, perhaps?"

"No, thank you," I answered.

"Well, running in with a Slayer is what I get for socializing," the shark demon told me. He looked at Spike. "We'll locate you later, Mr. Spike, when you don't have your lady around to fight your battles." He adjusted his tie, turning to leave, turning back to me. "Oh. It was a genuine pleasure."

The shark demon and his vampires walked away, leaving.

I turned to give Spike a look.

Spike smirked sheepishly.

    ~~~~~~   

Buffy, Giles and I were talking in the back of the Magic Shop the next day.

Giles told us he was leaving to go back to England. "I have to."

I was sitting on the sofa in shock. "Uh-huh."

Buffy sat on a pile of exercise mats, frowning.

"You have to be strong," Giles told us. "I'm--I'm trying to--"

I stood angrily. "Trying to--to what? Desert us? Abandon us?"

"I don't want to leave," Giles told us quietly.

"So don't," Buffy told him. "Please don't. Giles, we can't do this without you."

"You can," Giles told us. "That's why I'm going. As long as I stay, you'll always turn to me if something comes up that you feel that you can't handle, and I'll step in, because--because..." He sighed. "Because I can't bear to see either of you suffer."

"Me, too," Buffy told him. "Hate suffering. Had about as much of it as I can take."

"Believe me, I loathe to cause you more, but this..." Giles trailed off. Buffy looked as if she was about to cry. "I've taught you all I can about being Slayers. And your mothers taught you both what you needed to know about life." Buffy looked away. "You... you're not gonna trust that until you're forced to stand alone."

Buffy looked at Giles. "But why now? Now that you know where Zoey's been, what she's going through?"

I turned away, not wanting to talk about what I told them.

"Now more than ever," Giles told us. He looked at me. "Zoey, the temptation to give up is gonna be overwhelming, and I can't--"

I turned back to them. "So I won't! No giving up. You can be here, and we can still be strong."

There was a moment of silence.

Buffy and I looked at Giles anxiously.

"I've thought this over... and over," Giles told us. "I believe it's the right thing to do."

I shook my head. "You're wrong."

I walked out, leaving.

      ~~~~~~   

Buffy, Dawn, Giles, Anya, Tara and I were in the Magic Box.

Giles, Anya and Tara were sitting at the table.

Anya and Tara were thumb-wrestling.

Buffy was standing nearby.

I was sitting on the stairs leading to the loft.

Dawn was sitting by the counter. "So, what do we got?"

"Sorry?" Giles asked.

"What kind of oogly-boogleys?" Dawn asked. "Lizardy types, or, um, zombies, or--or vampires, or what?"

Giles took off his glasses, cleaning them. "There are no oogly-boogleys, Dawn."

Xander and Willow walked in.

Willow was wearing Xander's jacket. "Thanks for the jacket. It's cold out there."

"Not a problem," Xander told her. "The cold only makes me stronger and more macho-like."

They walked over to join us.

Giles stood. "I'm glad you're here. Um..." The others looked at Giles expectantly. Buffy looked at him sadly. I couldn't look at them, looking down. "I have something I really have to tell you all. Um... I know it feels like we've been through this before."

"Why don't you just jump to the chase?" I asked, standing. "Tell them that you're--"

Spike ran inside, sizzling slightly from the sunlight. He was wearing an old-fashioned brown suit with a bow tie, and a padded hat with earflaps.

"Spike?" Giles asked.

"Holy moly," Anya told him. 

"You need to give me asylum," Spike told us.

"I'll say," Xander told him.

"No need to get cute," Spike told him, taking off his hat, tossing it down. "It's a disguise. Happens, there's a bloke I'd rather not see just now." He walked further into the store. The others watched in amusement. Spike hopped up to sit on the counter beside the cash register, looking at me. "You met him, I believe. Toothy bloke with the baby-seal breath?" I rolled my eyes. "Nasty fellow, him. And ugly, too." Willow looked down. "He's got a mouthful of choppers just waiting to be yanked out and worn as necklaces."

"Well, now that we've recovered from Spike's... sartorial human..." Giles trailed off, looking at me, sighing. "I'm jump to the chase." He looked at the others. "Um, I'm headed back to England." Dawn looked surprised. "And I plan to stay... indefinitely."

Giles sat beside Anya.

Everyone looked surprised.

"Now?" Xander asked. "Not now. I mean, not after... everything."

"Yes, now," Giles answered.

"For real this time?" Anya asked. "'Cause honest to Pete, a young shopkeeper's heart can only take so much... I mean, not that I want you to go."

I shook my head. "I can't do this." I walked quickly past them, up the steps toward the door. "I just... I don't think..."

"Zoey, listen," Buffy told me. I stopped, turning back. "I know this must be awful for you, and I--I'm sorry. I... I'm so sorry for..."

I nodded impatiently. "Sorry. Everybody's sorry. I know that you guys are just trying to help. But it's just--it's too much. And--and I--I can't take it any more." I had tears in my eyes. "If you guys... if you guys understood how it felt... how it feels. It's like I'm dying. It..."

I felt really lightheaded and weak, falling unconscious.

      ~~~~~~   

I started to wake up, in the floor of a shop at night. I didn't remember anything. I sat up, looking around in confusion. "Huh?"

I stood, frowning, walking toward a light switch on the wall, turning the light on.

An older man in a suit and glasses was asleep at a table with a woman with shady brown, or dirty blonde hair.

Another woman with dark blonde hair was asleep by herself in a chair.

A woman with light blonde hair was asleep nearby the table.

A brunette girl was asleep nearby the counter.

A redheaded woman and a black-haired man were asleep on the floor together.

A blonde man in a suit was asleep on the counter.

They all started to wake up when the light woke them up.

The redheaded woman saw she was snuggled with the black-haired man, gasping, pulling away.

The black-haired man saw her, gasping.

They looked at each other.

The black-haired smiled a cheesy, seductive grin. "Hey."

The redheaded woman was uncertain. "Hey?"

The dirty blonde woman woke, yawning.

The older man with the glasses's head was on her shoulder. He woke, lifting his head, seeing that he drooled on her, wiping at her shoulder with his hand.

The dark blonde woman woke, looking around in confusion.

The dirty blonde woman looked at the older man in confusion.

"Hello?" the older man asked.

The light blonde haired girl woke, looking around, standing.

The blonde man rolled over, falling of the counter with a crashing noise, nearby the girl.

The girl woke up, gasping. 

The blonde man stood, looking around in confusion.

The girl looked around in confusion. "Who--who are you people?"

I knelt beside the girl. "Don't worry."

The girl cringed back, sliding back. "Please don't hurt me."

"No, it's okay," I told her. "I don't know anyone here, either."

"Yeah?" the girl asked nervously. "Who are you?"

I was confused, trying to remember. "I, uh..."

The black-haired man stood. "Okay, who are you freaks?"

The redheaded woman stood. "You don't know me?"

"Not a clue," the black-haired man answered.

"But you were just all like..." the redheaded woman trailed off, imitating him. "Oh, hey."

"Yeah, 'cause I thought you were a girl and I'd remember, but..." the black-haired man trailed off.

The redheaded woman grabbed her breasts. "Well, I am a girl. I'm... not sure who I am exactly, but..."

The girl and I stood.

"Okay, why was I on the ground?" the black-haired man asked. "And why are you all staring at me? Is this some kind of psych test? Am I getting paid for this?"

The older man stood. "It's not just you. Does anyone remember anything?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Nope," the blonde man answered.

The older man smiled. "Well, maybe we all got... terribly drunk and this is some sort of, uh, blackout."

"I don't think I drink," the girl told us uncertainly.

"I--I don't see any booze," the dirty blonde girl told us. "I don't feel any head bumps." She looked around. "I don't see Allen Funt."

"Who?" the older man asked.

The black-haired man was panicking. "Okay. I'm not panicking. I'm not. I'm not." Everyone looked at him. "Stop looking at me like I'm panicking."

"Hey, hey, take it easy, guy," the light blonde woman told him. "Okay, no one's hurt, right? And--and none of us look at hatchety-murdery, so... we're probably safe here. Wherever here is."

The redheaded woman looked around. "Look at this stuff on these shelves. Weird jars of weird stuff." She walked toward the counter, looking at the jars behind the blonde man. "Weird books with weird covers, like..." She picked up a book from the counter. "'Magic for Beginners. Oh!"

The dark blonde woman stood. "This is a magic shop. A--a--a real magic shop."

"Well, maybe that's it," the light blonde woman told us. "Maybe something magic happened."

The older man scoffed. "Magic? Magic's all balderdash and chicanery. I'm afraid we don't know a bloody thing." Everyone looked at him. "Except I seem to be British, don't I? Uh, and a man. With... glasses." The older man took off his glasses. "Well, that narrows it down considerably."

The girl looked at me. "I don't like this."

"It's okay," I told her. "Don't worry. We'll take care of each other."

I brushed hair back from the girl's face.

The girl smiled a small smile.

"We'll all get our memory back, and it'll all be right as rain," the older man told us.

"Oh, listen to Mary Poppins," the blonde man told us. "He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent." Everyone looked at him, because he had a similar accent. "You Englishmen are always so..." The blonde man paused. "Bloody hell." He ticked off on his fingers. "Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks. Oh, God. I'm English."

The older man put his glasses on. "Welcome to the nancy tribe."

"You don't suppose you and I..." the blonde man trailed off. "We're not related, are we?"

"There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance," the dirty blonde woman told them.

The older man looked at the dirty blonde woman with pleasure. He looked at the blonde man. "And you do inspire a, um, particular feeling of... familiarity and... disappointment." The blonde man walked up to him, scowling. "Older brother?"

The blonde man scoffed. "Father." The older man looked surprised. "Oh, God, how I must hate you."

"What did I do?" the older man asked.

"There's always something," the blonde man told him. He gestured to the dirty blonde woman. "And what's with the trollop?"

"Hey!" the dirty blonde woman told him.

"Her?" the older man asked.

"I saw you sleeping together," the blonde man told them.

"Resting together," the older man corrected.

"Look," the dirty blonde woman told him, holding up her hand with an engagement ring. "It's okay. We're engaged." 

The older man smiled. "Oh."

"It's a lovely ring," the dirty blonde woman told him.

"Oh, great," the blonde man told them sarcastically. "A tarty stepmom who's half old daddy's age."

"Tarty?" the dirty blonde woman repeated.

"Old?" the older man repeated. "You little twerp, I'm young enough to still get carded."

"Carded," I told them. "Driver's licenses."

Everyone reached into their pockets and bags to pull out ID.

The black-haired man looked at his wallet. "It's me. 'Alexander Harris'. Cute picture." He showed us. "Hey, I'm Alex."

"I'm Willow Rosenberg," the redheaded woman told us. She looked at Alex. "Heh, Willow. Funny name."

"I think it's pretty," the dark blonde woman told her.

Willow looked at the dark blonde woman, smiling. "What do you got?"

The dark blonde woman held up her ID. "Tara. And look, I'm a student at UC Sunnydale."

"Me, too," Willow told her. "Hey, maybe we're study buddies."

Tara smiled.

The girl looked at me. "I don't have a wallet."

"Don't worry," I told her. "Me, neither." I pulled a piece of my hair behind my ear, seeing a bracelet on my wrist. I held the pendant with a name. "But look. I'm Zoey."

"I have one, too," the girl told me, showing me her bracelet, holding the pendant. "I'm Dawn." She looked at me. "The bracelets match."

I nodded, smiling. "Yeah, they do."

"Come here," Dawn told me, holding my hand, pulling me toward a mirror on the wall. We looked into the mirrors to see our reflections of two burnettes that looked a lot alike. Dawn looked at me, smiling. "Do you think we're--"

"Sisters?" I finished.

We smiled, hugging.

The blonde man looked at the older man. "You never showed me affection like that." The older man looked confused, pulling out his ID. "I'd wager."

"I'm, uh, called Rupert Giles," the older man told us.

The dirty blonde woman smiled fondly. "Rupert."

The blonde man laughed. "Rupert."

"You're not too old to put across my knee, you know... sonny," Rupert told him. The blonde man was still laughing. "Anyway, what do I call you?"

The blonde man examined his clothing, finding a label on the inside of his suit jacket. "Um, 'Made with care for Randy'." He looked at Rupert angrily. "Randy Giles? Why not just call me 'Horny Giles' or 'Desperate for a Shag Giles'? I knew there was a reason I hated you."

"Randy's... a family name, undoubtedly," Rupert told us.

The dirty blonde woman felt something around her neck, walking around the counter.

Willow took off her jacket. "Oh, hey, I have a name on my jacket. Harris."

"Harris?" Alex repeated. "That's my last name. Maybe I have a brother and you go out with him." Willow looked uncertain. "Or maybe you go out with me."

"Well, we did wake up all snuggly-wuggly," Willow told him, walking closer. "Maybe you're my boyfriend."

"Either that, or I got one pissed-off brother out there somewhere," Alex told her.

They smiled.

"I'm Anya," the dirty blonde woman told us. We looked toward her by the cash register. "Um, this key fits this lock. And, uh, the forms... next to the cash register say that, uh, Rupert and--and Anya own the shop together."

"This is our magic shop?" Rupert asked, walking over to Anya. "Uh, well, that's very, uh, uh, progressive of me."

I looked at the light blonde woman. "So you don't have a name?"

"Of course I do," the light blonde woman answered. "I just don't happen to know it. I think I can name myself." She thought for a moment. "I'll call me... Joan. We need to figure out what's going on. We need to get help."

"Looks like Joan fancies herself the boss," Randy told us.

"We have a kid here," Joan told us.

"A teenager," Dawn corrected.

Joan nodded. "A teenager. And we have no idea what's wrong with us. I think a hospital's our best bet."

Anya was fiddling with Rupert's clothing.

"Uh, yes, let's, um, let's head out," Rupert told us.

We all started to walk toward the door.

Alex offered Willow his arm.

Willow took it.

"Any suggestions on how we're gonna get there?" I asked.

"Dad can drive," Randy told us. "He's bound to have some classic midlife-crisis transport." He put an arm around Rupert's shoulders. "Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis."

Tara, Dawn, Randy, Joan, Alex, Anya, Giles, Willow and I got to the front door, with me and Joan leading the way. 

Two men were outside. They had pronounced brow ridges, golden/yellow eyes, disappearance of eyebrows, elongated upper canines, and pointed upper incisors. They snarled at all of us.

Everyone screamed.

I closed the door.

We all huddled on the floor under the window.

"Did you guys see that?" I asked.

"Vampires," Spike told us.

"Maybe it's Halloween," Tara told us.

"It doesn't feel like Halloween," Dawn told us.

"Even if it is, those guys are definitely not kids, and those are definitely not costumes," Alex told us. "Randy's right. Looks like we have vampires."

They were banging on the door. "Slayers!" 

"They're definitely not knocking for candy," Alex told us.

"Okay, doors," Willow told us. "We need to check to see if there's other doors, a--and make sure they're locked and put large objects in front of them. Come on."

Willow and Alex went off toward the back.

"Monsters are real," Joan told us. "Did we know this?"

"I don't know, but we n--need our memories back," I told them. "We have to get to a hospital."

Joan nodded.

"As, uh, proprietor of a magic shop, I propose we fight them," Rupert told us. Joan and I shook our heads. "We can use things here in the shop you know, magic... tricks or whatever."

The vampires continued banging.

A vampire was standing outside the window. "Send out Spike!"

"They seem to want spikes," Rupert told us.

Randy walked off, coming back with a handful of stakes. "Let's give them these."

"Well done," Rupert told him.

We all picked up the stakes, examining them.

"But wait, what are they going to do with them?" Dawn asked.

"Slayers, come out and play!" a vampire called.

"'Slay hers', that's just what they said before," Tara told us. She became horrified. "The--the--they're gonna use the spikes to--"

"To slay people?" I asked. "Female people." 

Rupert looked horrified. 

"Who do these jerks think they are?" Joan asked.

"Bloodsuckers," Anya answered. "They kill by sucking blood. Take it easy, Joan."

Willow and Alex ran toward us.

"You guys," Willow told us.

"Trap door in the basement, it seems to lead to the sewer," Alex told us.

"Let's go," Anya told us.

We all stood, huddled in a mass together, hurrying toward the back.

The front window busted in.

A vampire jumped in through the broken window.

We screamed, running for the back.

The back door bursted open, revealing the other vampire.

We screamed, backing away.

Alex fell to his knees, clasping his hands, looking up. "Now I'm not sure what I am, so bear with me here." A vampire grabbed Joan. Joan screamed. "Now I lay me down to sleep, uh, shabat Israel, uh, om, om..."

The second vampire grabbed Randy, pushing him against a bookcase. "You owe us!"

"Fine, take your damn spikes," Randy told them, pulling the stakes from his jacket, tossing them at the vamp.

The clattered to the floor.

Randy tried to go past.

Vampire 2 stopped him. "Don't be stupid."

Joan struggled against Vampire 1. "Get your hands off me!"

Vampire 1 put his hand over Joan's mouth.

Vampire 2 looked at Randy. "I said you owe us."

"Who, me?" Randy asked.

"You've got the boss' kittens," Vampire 2 told him.

"Kittens?" Randy repeated incredulously.

Joan broke free, kneeing Vampire 1 in the groin, punching him in the face.

We watched in amazement.

Vampire 2 pushed Randy against the wall.

I ran over, pulling him away. "Hey! Stay away from Randy!"

I picked up a stake, staking him in the heart.

The vampire fell into dust.

I watched in wide-eyed amazement.

The others looked at me in shock.

"Whoa!" Dawn told me.

"What did you just do?" Willow asked.

The other vampire ran toward the door.

I turned to face them. "Uh... I... I don't know." I slowly started to smile. "But it was cool."

The others slowly started to smile.

"The boss ain't gonna like this," the vampire told us. "I'll be back, and I won't be alone."

The vampire ran out, leaving.

Randy closed the front door, locking it, pulling a metal security gate down over the broken window.

Joan stepped closer to me in amazement. "You saw the way I took on that vamp, and we all saw what you did." I nodded. "We're like superheroes or something."

Joan and I looked at each other in shock.

Alex fell to the floor in a faint.

      ~~~~~~   

I looked out of the window to see more vampires and a demon with the head of a shark. I turned to face the others. "Okay, I've got a plan."

"I'm all ears," Alex told us.

"They seem to want Randy," I told them. "And Joan and I seem to be pretty strong. Wicked strong. So, you guys go through the sewers to get to the hospital, and Randy, Joan and I'll give the monsters a run for their money."

"That's your plan?" Randy asked.

"Yes," I answered.

Joan nodded. "I like it."

Randy sighed. "Right."

"I'm not leaving the shop," Anya told us. "I have to protect the cash register, and... do some spells."

"Oh, well, magic might help, yes," Rupert told us. "It's worth a shot."

"All right," Joan told them. "You work on that, then? We need to go. Ready, Randy? Ready, Zoey?"

"Ready, Joan," I answered.

Joan and I walked toward the door.

Randy started to follow.

"Um, son?" Rupert asked. Randy stopped. "Come here. Um, please."

Randy stepped closer. "Um..."

"Yes, um..." Rupert trailed off.

They hugged awkwardly, pulling away.

"Right," Randy told him.

"Good, then," Rupert told him.

Willow, Alex, Tara and Dawn walked out the back.

Rupert and Anya stayed in the shop.

Randy, Joan and I walked outside, seeing a couple of vampires standing by the front door, talking.

Joan and I pushed the vampires aside.

Randy, Joan and I began to run down the street.

The vampires ran after us.

A vampire grabbed Randy by the shoulder, turning him around.

Randy punched him in the face, sending him flying.

Joan and I stopped running, looking back.

"Randy!" I told him.

Randy turned toward us. "Hey, I'm a superhero, too."

Randy's face was like the vampires.

Joan and I were horrified, turning around, screaming, running away, leaving.

      ~~~~~~   

Joan and I were still running.

Vampires stood in front of us.

We came to a stop.

"Split up," Joan told me.

"You sure that's a good idea?" I asked.

"Go, Zo!" Joan told me, running down the right side of the street.

I ran down the left side of the street.

The vampires separated to follow us.

      ~~~~~~   

I had lost the vampires, walking down the street.

Randy ran up to me. "Wait up!" He grabbed my arm. I turned to face him, grabbing his arm with my other hand, flipping him over onto the ground, kneeling, straddling him to the ground, holding him down. "Bloody hell, what are you doing?"

I looked at him, realizing. "You don't know who you are."

"Right, none of us do," Randy told me. "And we're being chased by--"

"You're a vampire," I told him.

Randy was shocked. "How can you say... I, me, a vampire? No."

"Check the lumpies," I told him. "And the teeth." Randy put him his hand up to his face, feeling his forehead and his teeth. I sat up, but remained straddling him. Randy lifted his head to look at me. "I kill your kind."

"And I bite yours," Randy told me. He lowered his hand. "So how come I don't wanna bite you?" I frowned in confusion. "And why am I fighting other vampires?" He had a look of revelation, propping himself up onto his elbows. "I must be a noble vampire." I looked at him dubiously. "A good guy. On a mission of redemption. I help the hopeless." Randy chuckled. "I'm a vampire with a soul."

I frowned. "A vampire with a soul? Oh, my God, how lame is that?"

      ~~~~~~   

We were standing now.

Randy was pacing. "I'm a hero, really." I crossed my arms over my chest, rolling my eyes. "I mean, to be cast such an ugly lot in life, and then to rise above it. To seek out better, nobler things. It's inspirational, isn't it? And the two of us..." Randy gestured between us. "Natural enemies, thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness. Utter trust. No thought of me biting you, no thought of you staking me."

"Depends on how long you keep on yapping," I told him.

We heard the sound of growling, turning to see four vampires walking toward us, moving closer to each other, watching in alarm.

      ~~~~~~   

We were fighting the vampires.

Vampire 1 punched me in the face, making me back away, walking closer, trying to punch me again. I deflected the blow, kicking him in the stomach, making him double over in pain.  Vampire 1 walked closer to fight. I punched him repeatedly, kicking him away. Vampire 1 spun to kick me in the face, making me fall. 

I stood, kicking him away. "Note to self: learn to duck."

Vampire 3 was restraining Randy from behind. Vampire 4 was punching him, kicking him in the face, making him fall.

The shark demon was standing nearby.

Randy stood, punching Vampire 3, making him fall. Vampire 4 tried to punch him. Randy ducked, kicking him in the stomach, making him fall. Vampire 3 stood. Randy walked closer, grabbing him by his head, headbutting him, making him fall, taking a stake, staking him in the heart, making him fall into ash.

I kicked at a wooden pole for a mailbox, breaking it, breaking off a piece of the wooden pole to use as a makeshift stake, picking it up. Vampire 1 ran toward me. I used the makeshift stake to stake him, making him explode into ash. Vampire 2 ran toward me, kicking the stake out of my hands, trying to punch me repeatedly. I used either hand to block the blows, punching him in the face twice, kicking him in the stomach. Vampire 2 backhand punched me in the face. I tried to kick him. Vampire 2 caught my foot, using it to flip me back through the air. I landed on my feet, shocked. Vampire 2 tried to kick me. I ducked, spinning to kick him in the face, making him stumble back toward Randy.

Randy punched Vampire 2 in the face, making him fall to the ground. He was fighting Vampire 4. holding him by his arm, kicking him in the back, making him fall to the ground.

      ~~~~~~   

Randy was restraining Vampire 2 from behind.

I kicked him in the stomach, punching him in the face. 

Randy let him go, letting him fall to the ground.

I smiled. "Don't mess with Zoey of..." 

I froze, starting to remember everything in large, overwhelming flashes. 

Randy was Spike.

Alex was Xander.

Joan was Buffy.

Rupert was Giles.

Anya and Giles weren't engaged, Xander and Anya were. 

Willow wasn't with Xander, she was with Tara.

Willow.

I didn't know how, but I knew this was because of her.

Giles was leaving.

Heaven... 

I was too lost in thought to see Vampire 4 before he kicked me in the face, making me fall.

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I tried to get up, breathing heavily.

Vampire 4 kicked me in the stomach twice, making me groan in pain.

Spike remembered everything. "Zoey! Zo--"

Vampire 2 picked Spike in the face. Spike backhand punched him in the face. 

      ~~~~~~   

I was still on the ground, breathing heavily in pain.

Spike was fighting the last two vampires, taking out a stake. "From dust." He staked Vampire 2, killing him, making him explode into dust. "To dust."

Spike staked Vampire 4, killing him, making him fall into ash.

The shark demon walked closer. "You're an odd duck, Mr. Spike. Fighting your own kind, palling around with a Slayer. And, oh, that suit." Spike turned to face him. "Chutzpah must be your middle name. Uh, hey, look, uh, about our little debt problem, it's okay. I don't need the kittens."

Spike grabbed the jacket of his suit. "You'll get paid. I'm no welcher."

The shark demon chuckled nervously. "Right. Sure." Spike let him go. "You're good for it. I know that. I'm just going to, uh... yeah."

The shark demon cleared his throat, walking away, leaving.

Spike sighed, walking toward me, holding his hand toward me. "You all right?"

I took his hand, letting him help me up. I didn't know what to do, or how to react, walking away, leaving.

      ~~~~~~   

Tara broke up with Willow and moved out because of what Willow had did.

Willow had done the spell to make Tara forget about a fight and make me forget about my 'afterlife experience'. Obviously, it had gotten out of hand.

Giles was still leaving, and we didn't know if he was coming back. 

I was in the Bronze, sitting at the bar, staring vacantly in front of me, on the verge of tears, listening to Michelle Branch perform 'Goodbye to You.' "Of all the thins I believed in / I just wanna get it over with / Tears form behind my eyes / But I do not cry / Counting the days that pass me by / I've been searching deep down in my soul / Words that I'm hearing / Are starting to get old / Feels like I'm starting all over again / The last three years were just pretend / And I said / Goodbye to you / Goodbye to everything that I knew / You were the one I loved / The one thing that I tried to hold on to / I used to get lost in your eyes / And it seems that I can't live a day without you / Closing my eyes, you chase my thoughts away / To a place where I am blinded by the light / But it's not right / Goodbye to you / Goodbye to everything that I knew / You were the one I loved / The one thing that I tried to hold on to." Spike walked toward me. I looked at him. Spike looked at me questioningly. I looked at him, breathing deeply, trying to hold back tears. "And it hurts to want everything / And nothing at the same time / I want what's yours and I want what's mine." The song paused for a moment, resuming. "I want you / But I'm not giving in this time / Goodbye to you / Goodbye to everything that I knew / You were the one I loved / The one thing that I tried to hold on to / The one thing that I tried to hold on to." Spike walked over to the stairs. I watched him go, standing, following him. "Goodbye to you." Spike stopped underneath the stairs, turning to face me, looking at me questioningly. I only looked at him. Spike put a hand on my cheek to wipe a tear away. We looked at each other for a moment. Spike kissed me slowly. "Goodbye to everything that I knew." I pulled away, looking at Spike for a moment, kissing him more deeply than before. It continued to build in tension, heat and passion. "You were the one I loved / The one thing that I tried to hold on to / And when the stars fall / I will lie awake / You're my shooting star."