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"Help, Spike. PLEASE!" Spike held on to her arm but he couldn't pull her up. "SPIKE, do something."
"God damnit! What the hell?" Buffy became heavier and heavier as he tried to pull her up.
"Spike, don't let me go! Please, Spike!" She begged as she felt something pull her legs downward.
Spike panicked as Buffy's hands became slippery from sweat. "Buffy, please just hold on. I won't let you go."
"Just please don't let me die like this." Buffy cried and she felt something yank on her ankle.
The next thing Spike knew, her hands had slipped from his. The sheer terror in her eyes tattooed itself on him, as her body disappeared into the ground.
After slipping from Spike's grasp, everything had gone black for a while. She wasn't sure if she'd passed out or not. The next thing she was aware of was that she was lying in a darkened alley. She lay there for a moment, allowing her head to clear before climbing to her feet.
She walked to the end of the alley and stopped. Now she was sure not only that she wasn't in Sunnydale, but that she wasn't in the right time period either. The people who were walking up and down the main street were dressed in clothes that Buffy had never seen before, except for the time she'd been dragged to the museum on a school field trip. The men were all wearing suits and top hats, while the women wore floor length dresses and bonnets.
Tucked in a corner of the library was a small table with several books piled up on top of it. Sitting at the table was a young man, his head resting on the table, sound asleep. There was a book in front of him and a pair of small glasses resting on top of it. Buffy took a moment to study his sleeping features. She couldn't help herself.
He really was quite handsome. He had beautifully sculpted cheekbones and his bottom lip was stuck out in a small pout. Realizing that she probably shouldn't be staring at some guy she didn't even know, she turned to leave only to hear him stir. She turned back to face him and saw his eyes flutter open. He focused on her blearily for a moment before sitting bolt upright.
"I do apologize." He said quickly, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I must have nodded off."
"That's OK." Buffy smiled. "Books tend to have that effect on me too."
William had to think. It had been so long since he'd danced with anyone that he could barely remember what to do. Plus he was so nervous, he could barely think straight. He glanced around him and saw that this dance was one of the first dances he had learned.
A little shakily at first he began to lead Buffy in the dance. She was a fast learner and soon picked up the steps. By the time the first one had finished they were in full flow. Halfway through the second dance the people around them began to whisper, asking each other who William's mysterious partner was. No one had seen her before or seemed to know where she came from. Buffy and William were completely oblivious to this, their eyes were fixed on each other and they continued to dance.
They spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, dancing and talking about everything and nothing. When the evening finally ended, they were both a little disappointed but knew there would be another like it soon.
Buffy grabbed the vampiress by the shoulders and hauled her off William.
He watched in amazement as she backhanded the raven-haired girl and then pulled a small vial out of her purse and splashed the vampire's face.
Drusilla screamed in agony as the holy water burned her skin. She jumped back yelling and screaming.
Buffy dropped the purse and hitched up her dress and gave the vampiress a scissor-kick to the face and then pulled out a stake strapped to her inner thigh.
William's eyes popped open at the sight as he sat back stunned, holding onto the slight scratches to his neck, which had already stopped bleeding. Dru pushed Buffy who narrowly dodged impaling herself on a pitchfork. William grabbed another bottle of the holy water from Buffy's purse and threw it onto the vampiress hitting her hands as she lunged for Buffy.