Well, I confused at least one person. Okay, to clarify the parallel universe thing I have here a little paragraph someone wrote in response to a book called The Subtle Knife by Phillip Pullman.

Xelnaga, boy, age 15, from North East, United Kingdom, on 20th July 2005.

It is entirely posssibly that what Phillip Pullman describes is true. Each parallel reality would theoretically come into existence at the moment of a decision, where each reality takes a choice different to the other, there for, you could find a reality completely different to our own, where say life was never created, or where the only difference is 1 decision made by some one. That one decision how ever could have lasting repercussions, such as say some one never being born, or someone never inventing something, this would drastically alter the time line in the afore mentioned parallel reality.

And if one choice changes something, that would effect other people’s choices as well because of their reaction to it. Understand?
If you don’t get how there are two Buffies even though Buffy wants to go into a future without herself, that is going to be explained later on. There is a reason why another Buffy exists when she shouldn’t.

Warning- Oh, this is where it gets dark and the NC17 starts. But if you know me at all you’ll know that I always have a Spuffy fluffy ending.
Okay, onward with the story . . .

Chapter Five

Two Months Ago

One minute she was being illuminated by black and white candles, the next something massive gagged her. She tried to push away but hands gripped her head to keep her in position. In the distance she heard a deep moan. Her mouth filled with saltiness. Realization came and she promptly chomped down.

“Argh, Bitch!”

Buffy scrambled up from her knees, breaking free. Her stomach heaved. She doubled over and spilled the contents of her dinner. When she turned to face the horror she was met by one greater than she expected. A vampire glared at her with golden eyes, ridges rich on his facial features. He was completely naked, legs widely apart. She gulped as she took in the thing between them. More than eight inches, flaccid now, but she still remembered the way it violated her mouth with its hardness. Oh God, I’ll never be able to get the taste out, Buffy thought.

“I didn’t pay for this kind of treatment. Now get back down here and do it right, wench!”

Buffy took a step back. Her back hit something. She glanced behind to discover it was a desk. Wads of cash littered its surface. A chair accompanied it.

Before she knew what was coming her body was whipped around. Cold, rancid breath hit her straight in the face. She was slammed into the wall. The impact to the back of her head made her squeak. The vampire took hold of the ties that bound her red robe. He undid them. Rough fingertips graced across her belly.

When did I put on a robe? This isn’t right. No!

She raised her knee and slammed it into his crotch. He instantly backed away with a growl.

Buffy dashed back over to the desk. She grabbed the chair and flipped it over. The vampire got a hold of her again, pinning her to the floor. She struggled and spit in his face. He dove to slice her neck but she smashed her forehead into his. This allowed her to buck him away. She did a somersault back over to the chair. She snapped off the leg. The end didn’t turn out sharp enough. She tossed it aside and tried again. This time it was extra sharp and splintered. She sprung up and impaled it into her opponent’s heart. A cloud of dust fell over her.

She panted for a moment and then combed her fingers through her hair, shaking out the ash. She spotted a pile of clothing that looked her size near the bed. She snatched them up and quickly covered herself. The entire outfit was black and extremely tight. It reminded her of something Faith would pick out.

For the first time she took in her surroundings. The room was colorless, dingy, and smelled of sweat. She craned her neck and saw that the ceiling was covered in a mirror. Kinky . . . way disgusting. She stared at herself for a moment. Something white on her right wrist caught her eye. She glanced down and discovered it was a bracelet that resembled those distributed by the hospital. Instead of information such as name it had a zebra-striped barcode. She made a disgusted face and tore it off.

Okay, what first? She had to process her situation. She was in the future- over one-hundred years if Willow’s calculations were correct. She was in another dimension that should have had their Buffy dead. She should have popped in from nowhere in the place her apartment stood parallel in her world. She shouldn’t have been giving some sleaze-ball vamp a blow job!

What did that mean? Did she enter someone else’s body? No. She looked up again into the mirror. Same old her. The vamp would have noticed if his sex toy changed identity, wouldn’t he? Which meant she must have switched places with herself. So, either Willow got the time line wrong or she was really old.

Buffy went over to the desk, searching for clues. Along with the money was a crinkled piece of paper. On it was a list of names and times. I’m a hooker, Buffy thought. And who the hell is Francis? That better be a man with a very feminine sounding name.

Pounding erupted from the other side of the door. Buffy let go of the paper and spun around. She picked up her made stake. Her fingers clamped down hard around the wood.

“Your eleven o’clock is here! Finish him off already!”

Buffy didn’t like the sound of the voice. He sounded as if he had ownership over her. She didn’t respond, only prepared herself for the confrontation.

“You hear me in there!?”

The door burst open. A large vampire, close to seven feet, stomped in. He grimly scanned the room, starting on the disheveled bed and ending directly on her. His eyes flashed when he saw the stake.

“You never gave me any trouble before. Remember our agreement? I’ll turn you in if I have to.” He hungrily swept his gaze over her, licking his lips. Ewww, gross.

No trouble? Who the hell was this other her? A Faith double? And agreement? What agreement?

“This little robot is about ready to grow a personality. Ever seen I-Robot? Short Circuit?” Buffy asked, waving her stake.

The vampire snarled.

“No? Well, I’m about ready to create more trouble than they ever did.”

She rushed forward. He made an attempt to punch her but she ducked. She jumped back up and her stake met its mark. He exploded. She smiled in satisfaction. She went over and stuffed some of the money into her bra since she had no pockets. It might come in handy later.

Buffy cautiously exited the room and into a long hallway. Girls peeked out from open doors. Some seemed frightened while others were curious. All of them were in some sort of lingerie.

“Do you have any respect? Did you ever see Pretty Woman?” What was it with movies today?

They only eyed her with confusion. “Do they have television here?” she mumbled.

“Anyone want to break out of this joint, follow me,” Buffy said. No one moved. She sighed. Fine then. She moved to leave.

“Hurry up, she’s getting away!” one of the girls shouted.

Heavy footsteps thumped up from the wooden stairs. A vampire appeared. He wore a blue uniform, which was really weird for the undead. He was only a few inches taller than her and was actually pretty scrawny. She almost laughed. But then others followed behind, all wearing the strange uniform. They crowded around her. Buffy turned in circles.

She backhanded one, kicked another. She searched for an opening where she could slip past. There was none. They closed in on her. Her stake was ripped from her grasp. Strong hands dug into her shoulders from behind. She squirmed, almost breaking free. Another set of hands accompanied the first.

“She’s a strong one,” someone commented.

“Break out the tranquilizer, Merve.”

Buffy’s right arm was straightened. She felt a slight sting at the bend of her elbow. She fought the drowsiness that swept over her. She continued to thrash, but her muscles just didn’t have the strength they had a few moments ago. She refused to give up.

“Another one, Merve.”

“Another?”

“Yeah. Crazy.”

She jerked her arm away, but they got ahold of it anyway. Another needle penetrated the skin. Her legs gave out and she sagged to the floor. Through the fog she was aware of a vamp shaking his head.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was a slayer.”

“Can’t be. The line was snuffed out years ago.”

Buffy fell forward, her face meeting the floorboards.

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This dimension is pretty angsty, guys. Just be prepared. I promise Spuffy sweetness with our favorite couple later, though. Just hang in there.