I grinned at Willow, trying to get her to loosen up. She really hadn't thought of coming across the two bastard vampires. Unfortunately, that's *all* I had been thinking about. With my track record, I knew that it was bound to happen.

She squeezed my hand with a painful grip. "Dear God, Wills! You are squeezing the hell out of my hand! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Holy shit," she whispered.

"Wills, you never cuss. What's wrong with you?" Ok, this wasn't good, whatever it was that scared her. She just doesn't cuss unless there was something direly wrong, such as. . .we were about to die. That would make Willow cuss.

"Maybe *we* are, mate," a very familiar voice with cool breath caressed my ear. I closed my eyes and froze.

"Please let him have blonde hair, please let him have blonde hair." I turned slowly, not letting go of Willow's hand. I paled, fear flooding every nerve and vein of my body. < Anya, I love you, > I thought, starting my last thoughts. < Willow, you are my best friend, I'm glad we had a chance to be close to each other. Giles, I always thought of you as my father. Buffy, you kick ass, girl. >

Spike and Angelus stood there, grinning like Cheshire cats. There was no game face, but they were still terrifying. Both had long brown hair, tied at the nape of the neck. Both had hungry looks in their eyes. They looked like they were ready to devour us.

I fidgeted nervously. "Holy shit," I swore. "Wills, um. . .what do you know about Angelus and Spike?"

"I know that we are going to die now," Willow said softly. I squeezed her hand.

Spike frowned. "You know who we are?" he asked. He grinned at Angelus. "We really are bloody known around here, ducks!"

Angelus' grin grew. "No, they seem as if they know us as more than the Scourge."

I always had a problem of speaking before I thought. "Deadboy," I said automatically, nodding my head at Angelus. I was standing in front of Willow now, trying to protect her from the vampires. Like I could have stopped them if they decided they wanted her. "I know you as Deadboy. And Spike. . .you are Fangless, or Deadboy Jr."

Spike frowned. "Fangless? What the hell do you mean by Fangless?" He truly looked upset.

Willow stepped forward. She gulped, trying to gather a bit of bravery. "It was all the Commandos' fault. They did it. They put the chip in that took your bite away."

Spike growled at that news. "When?" His fists clenched. It was obvious that his emotions now were just as hard to control as they were back in the future. . .or. . .ok. That made no sense really. But I'm sure you know what I mean.

"Should we really be telling them stuff, Wills? We could entirely change the course of time," I asked softly, not taking my eyes off the vampires. "I've seen Star Trek. I know what can happen if you ruin history like that."

I frowned. There was something. . .odd about the way Spike was watching me. His hair wasn't very long, not like Angelus' was. He had his ponytail in his hands and was twirling it around his fingers, almost. . .seductively. And I could swear his eyes were darkening. They were actually becoming almost midnight blue. It almost looked as if Spike were *interested* in me.

And the even scarier thing than that was that I found myself staring into those eyes and imagining. . .well, I was imagining things that I only imagined about the blond Spike, late at night when I knew no one was around for miles. I could feel my cheeks starting to turn a slight red. I squeezed Willow's hand again, praying for death. This was humiliating. Two violent vampires were about to kill us, and all I could imagine was Spike pushing me over the back of a chair and pounding into me, thoughts I don't normally have.

A slow grin spread over his features and he nodded slightly, licking his lips. I got hard, watching that tongue slide over those oh so kissable lips. . .

Great. I was aroused, and he knew! To top it off, he was teasing me! I never knew our Spike to be this. . .sexual. I mean, he looks good, and radiates sexuality, but I've never, in the entire time I've known him, seen him watch me with those midnight blue eyes and lick those lips and pretty much tell me I was his.

"Wills," I whispered. "Things are about to spiral *way* out of control." I tugged on my jacket and shifted my body, trying to hide my obvious arousal.

"I think they already are," she whispered back, her eyes still on Angelus' face. I glanced at the older vampire. Hmm. That was kind of funny. He was watching her the same way Spike was watching me.

I wonder how much we've changed history now?

When Angel finds us in Sunnydale in '96, will he still love Buffy? Or will he be drawn to Willow? And what about Spike? Will he decide to love me instead of try to kill me? My memories are still the same, so I'm not too sure. . .but then, I hadn't ever gone back in time before, so I wasn't too sure how the travelers were affected.