**Part One**

Giles walked into the travel agency.  "Sir, may I help you?"  The
receptionist asked.

"I would like to plan a vacation for some friends and myself.  Could
you help me?"

"Well, I can't but I can get someone to help you."

"Would you, please?"  Giles requested.

The receptionist picked up her phone and dialed an extension.
"Yes, I have someone here who would like to plan a vacation
for some friends . . . okay . . . alright, I'll tell him."  She hung up the
phone.  "Just a few minutes.  She's with a customer at the
moment, but will be done in a few."  The receptionist went back to
filing papers and typing up lett
ers and invoices.

*****

"Hello.  My name is Paula Sanders.  I'm the travel agent here.  And you are?"  The woman asked.

Giles stood realizing that she was talking to him.  "Giles.  Rupert Giles."

"Like, Bond, James Bond?"  She asked with a giggle.  "Please follow me."

The woman led him into a medium sized office.  "Please take a seat."  After Giles was seated, she c
ontinued.  "Where would
you like to take a vacation to?"

"Some place very relaxing.  Some place to get out minds off sla . . . work.  A fantasy kind of plac
e."

"I have just the place for you."

The woman and Giles had a hushed conversation which ended in the woman writing out a quick note for
Giles to hand to the
receptionist.

Giles walked out of the Ms. Sanders' office, and handed the note to the receptionist.  "Oh, you're
in for the time of your life.
You will receive a notification in the mail within a few days.  Be sure to be on the plane, you don
't want to miss your flight.
There are no refunds.  Speaking of refunds, here's the bill.  You can make it in payments or all at
once.  I do need at least $100
down payment right now."

Giles was baffled at how much this girl could get out of her mouth in under a minute.  Nevertheless
, he reached into his pocket
and pulled out his money clip.  Taking 2 $50 bills, he paid the down payment.  "I just need the nam
es of the people who will be
accompanying you on the trip."

"Myself, Rupert Giles.  Buffy Summers.  Willow Rosenberg.  Alexander Harris.  Anya . . . uh . . .Ha
rris, and Spi . . . William . ..
er . . uh . . Chapman."

"Okay.  Rupert Giles.  Buffy Summers.  Willow Rosenberg.  Alexander and Anya Harris and William Cha
pman."

"Yes.  Do you believe you could make the flight an over night one?"

"I can do that.  Let me just right it down."  She jotted down the
quick note.  "Okay, just so you know, you still owe $2,356.28."

"Thank you for reminding me."  Giles walked out of the office
mumbling, "I don't know why I do this."

**Part Two**

"I don't care if you don't want Spike to go, Buffy.  Although he
makes it well known that he hates us all, and if he could, he'd kill
us, he still helps us.  Helps you.  He's going with.  Whether you
like it or not.  If you choose not to go because he's going, then
you can patrol."

"Fine." Buffy replied.

"Giles, where are we going?"  Willow asked.

"You'll see when we get there."  Giles said.

"And what name might you have given me?"  Spike asked.

"William Chapman."

"What did you use as Anya's last name?"  Xander asked.

"Harris."

"Oooh.  Xander, we get to be married."  Anya said.  "This could be
our honeymoon.  You know what people do on their
honeymoon.  They have sex.  Lots of it."  Anya scooted closer to Xander.

"Or you're brother and sister, and you believe in incest."  Spike added.  The couple gave him a dirty look.

"We don't even look alike."  Xander snapped.

"Giles, when do we leave?"  Willow asked, trying to get the trio to stop picking at each other.

"Tomorrow night.  That's what this letter says.  I asked for an overnight flight, so that Spike would be able to go."

"And we're landing during the day?"  Spike queried.

"Well, I don't know.  I don't how long it will take to get there."

"And where's there?"  Spike asked.

"Willow and I already covered that.  You'll find out when you get there.  Now, everyone go home and pack."

Within moments Giles' house was empty.  "Finally, peace and quiet."  Giles flicked on the TV just as the door opened again
and
Spike walked in.  "I thought I asked everyone to go home and pack."

"I remembered that I don't have anything to pack.  No clothes.  All I need are some smokes."

"Then here."  Giles shoved money at him.  "Go buy enough for a week." Giles said turning his attention to the TV

"The vacation's a week?"

"Yes.  Now go."

"Where are we going?"  Spike asked seeing the watcher was into the program on the TV.  He hoped he'd be able to get it out
of him without Giles knowing.

"Fantasy Island.  Now I said GO!"

"Fine.  Don't have to tell me twice."  Spike walked out, and made his way to the nearest place he knew he could buy
cigarettes.

*****

"What should I pack?"  Buffy asked herself.  "I don't even know where I'm going.  Is it warm?  Is it cold?  Knowing Giles,
it's
probably some place with a huge library, and he didn't look at the type of weather the place gets."  She rummaged through
her
closet and drawers.  "Well, I just hope it's someplace warm."  Buffy began packing tanks, crops, skirts, shorts, and other
summertime clothes.

After two and a half hours, she was finally done.  There was almost nothing left in her closet or in her drawers, and she
had to
sit on her suitcase just to get it to zip closed.

*****

"Anya, don't pack everything you own.  That would be way too much."

"Well, I don't know where we're going, so I don't know if I should pack warm or cold."

"I think Giles would pick a place that was warm.  Don't ya think?"

"Well, I guess.  But if I pack for warm weather, that means that it'll be cold weather."

"Well, then I guess I'm just going to have to keep you warm."  Xander said, while he packed his things.

"Okay. Xander, get in my bag."

"Why?"

"Well, if you're keeping me warm, then you would be my clothes, and you told me to pack my clothes in my bag."

"You have to take at least some clothes."

"Fine.  But the less I take, the more you're on me."  Anya said.

*****

Spike had bought the cigarettes he would need for the week.  Then headed for Willow's house.  It was summer, and the dorms
were closed.  He was glad that Willow had given him her parents address.  Just in case of emergencies.

*****

Willow heard a faint tap on the french doors in her room.  She walked over, and pulled the curtains back a little, to see
Spike
standing there.  She opened the doors, and asked, "Spike, is something wrong?"

"No.  Just wanted to see if you needed help packing."

"Oh.  Uh. . . come in."  Willow inviting, returning to her packing.  "Shouldn't you be packing?"  She asked.

"Already have.  Got my bags right here."  He said holding up two cartons of cigarettes.

"Oh.  What about blood?"

"Where ever we're going, there has to be a butcher.  I'll buy it there."  Spike said, already knowing what his fantasy was
going
to be.  Well, actually he wasn't quite sure.  He had two things he really wanted.  He was still in the midst of deciding.

"Oh, okay.  Well, since you're here, you could help me decide what to take.  I'm not sure what to take really.  I mean, I
don't
know if I should dress for warm or cold weather."

"I would suggest warm."

"But what if Giles decided that he wants to take us to Alaska or something like that?"

"I have a feeling we're not going to Alaska."

"He told you."  Spike didn't reply.  "Spike, tell me where we're going?"

Spike was surprised that his Red actually took that tone of voice with him.  Maybe it was because he had the chip and she
knew he couldn't hurt her.  "I really shouldn't tell.  It would ruin the whole thing."

"Resolve face here.  There will be no arguing with me.  Now tell me where we're going!."  Willow surprised herself that she
was
yelling at William the Bloody, one of the most feared vampires ever.

"Fine.  We're going to Fantasy Island."  Spike said.

"Spike!  I said tell me where we're going!  Not lie!"

"I'm tellin' the bloody truth.  That's what the watcher told me.  He was sittin' there watchin' the telly when I asked.  I
only asked
because he was so focused on the screen that I didn't think he would even realize I was asking him.  Then he told me we
were
going to Fantasy Island, and told me to get my ass out of his flat!"

"Oh."  Willow blushed.  She didn't think Spike was telling the truth
at first, but she'd learned that when he babbles he's almost
always telling the truth.  "Sorry I didn't believe you."

"Sokay, Red.  You're allowed one mistake.  After that, we start
taking off limbs."

**Part Three**

"Flight tickets please Mr.?"

"Giles.  I'm Rupert Giles.  I was not given flight tickets, just this
letter that I received in the mail."

"That's the ticket."

"Oh, then here you are."  Giles handed the woman, who looked
strikingly familiar, the tickets.

"Okay.  Giles, Rupert.  Who's Summers, Buffy?"  Buffy raised her
hand.  "Rosenberg, Willow?"  Willow looked up at the
moment, taking note that she had seen her somewhere before.
"Harris, Alexander and Anya?"  The couple raised their hands.
"And Chapman, William?"  When Spike raised his hand, the
woman glanced at him, then did a double take.  "Spike?"

"Amelia?"  Spike asked.  After realizing it was who he thought it
was, he walked over, and gave her a hug.  "How are you?  I
heard your last flight didn't go all that well?"

"Just because I crashed doesn't mean anything.  I'm still a good
pilot.  Max was kind enough to let me fly his clients to the
island.  Who are your friends?"

"Well, you already know there names.  She's the Slayer."  Spike
said pointing at Buffy.

"Always hanging around Slayers.  You should have learned your
lesson with the last two.  Vampires are not supposed to hang
around Slayers."

"I thought we agreed to never bring that up again."  Spike growled.

"Sorry."  She said, airly.

"That's her watcher, Red's a witch, and the other two are human,
except she's an ex-demon."

"Oh.  It's nice to meet you all.  I'm Amelia Earhardt."  Four mouths
all dropped at once.

"It's nice to meet you too."  Anya, the only one that's mouth still
worked, said extending her hand.

"Well, we better get in the plane, before the sun comes up.  I don't
want my plane to be ashy."  Amelia said, boarding the small
charter plane.  The six people followed her up.

*****

Xander and Anya sat next to each other on the plane, as did
Willow and Buffy.  Spike sprawled out in the far back, covering
two seats, and Giles sat in the front, and talked with Amelia for the
entire flight.

*****

"So, Willow, where do you think we're going?"  Buffy asked.

"I don't know, but I hope it's warm.  I only packed shorts and stuff.
Nothing for cold weather."

"Yeah, me too.  Did you have to sit on your suitcase to get it
closed?"

"No.  Actually Spike closed it."

"Spike?  Spike was at your house?"

"Yeah.  He was already packed, and was wondering if I needed
help getting packed."

"Why do I find it odd that he would want to 'help' any of us?"

*****

"Anya, what do you want to do first?"

"Have sex."  She said casually.

"That's new."  Xander's comment was dripping with sarcasm.

"Hey, you made fun of me.  You're not supposed to make fun of
me."

"Anya, I was just joking.  You always want to have sex."

"Is that my fault?"

"Would you two stop bickering already?!?  You're giving me a
bloody headache?!?  I would rip both of your heads off, but that
would only make the headache worse!"  Spike yelled from his
seats.

*****

The plane had landed, and it was dark enough out that Spike could
make it to the building.  As he was running from the rising
sun, and into the building, he neglected to see the HUGE sign that
said "Welcome to Fantasy Island".

"We're on Fantasy Island?  I thought that was just a myth."  Buffy
said.

"Obviously it's not."  Willow said, not surprised due to the little
conversation she and Spike had the night before.

"You're not surprised.  Why is that?"  Anya asked.

"I already knew.  Spike tricked Giles into telling him where we were
going.  When he was at my house last night, he told me.
I've been thinking about my fantasy for about 24 hours now."

"Well it was nice of you to share this with us.  I could have been
thinking about my fantasy instead of making out with Anya."

"Hey!  You're making fun of my again."  Anya said, as they entered
the building.

"Oh bloody hell!  Would you stop 'making fun' of her already.  I had
to hear about half of the way here.  I don't want to hear
anymore!"  Spike said, stepping into the shadows as he realized
that the sun was coming in through the large windows.

"Good morning.  Maurice, would you please draw the curtains.  We
have a guest with some special needs."  The curtains were
drawn, and Spike walked back out, and joined the group.  But not
too much. Just enough that you knew he was with them.  He
didn't want to be too close to the whelp.

"I'm to see that Amelia didn't crash the plane.  She's been doing
quite well since her last little incident."  He paused.  "I am Max,
and I will be granting your fantasies.  In a few minutes I will take
each one of you individually into my office.  There you will tell
me what you want.  Once everyone has gone, I will show you all to
your rooms.  And by later tonight, you will begin your
fantasies.  Any questions?"

"Are there any limitations as to what we can have?  I mean my
being a vampire.  Are there certain things I can't do?"

"I can make anything happen."  Max replied.  "Now that we have all
your questions answered, would Mr. Giles please follow
me."  Giles followed Max into the office.  "I hope you had a good
flight?"

"Yes.  Ms. Earhardt was kind enough to let me ask her a few
questions."

"She's a very nice person."  Max got down to business.  "Now, Mr.
Giles, what is it that you want?"

"I have been thinking about it, and there are many things I would
like.  But the one that sticks out most in my mind is, well, I
would like to do research for the week."

"For the entire week?"

"Yes.  But only if I would be able to keep what I have found.  Not
like you make the notes disappear at the end of the week."

"Granted.  I have the perfect place.  That is if you like the beach."

"Beach?  How am I to do research on the beach?"

"I guess you will just have to see."

Max walked Giles out of the office.  "Ms. Summers, you're next."
Buffy walked into the office.  "What is it that you would
like?"

"I want to be normal.  I don't want to be the Slayer.  I just want to
be average."

"Simple enough."

*****

"Mr. Harris, your fantasy?"

"I'd really like to kill Deadboy, but I've decided that instead, I wanna
be a vampire."

"Okay."

*****

"Mrs. Harris?"

"Oh no.  I'm Anya.  You don't need all the formal stuff."

"Okay, Anya, what is your fantasy?"

"To be Anyanka again."

"Okay."  As Anya was walking out, he mumbled, "This should be
interesting."

*****

"Ms. Rosenberg.  How are you today?"

"Good.  You?"

"Just fine.  What is it that you want?  What life do you want to live
an entire week?"

"Well, I thought about it, and I decided that I like being me."

"So you don't have a fantasy?  What a pity.  I was looking forward
to working with you."

"No, I have one."

"Oh really?  Let's hear it?"

"I just want to be with Spik . . . er . . . William, for the week."

"Well, that's not what I expected."

"Does that mean I don't get it?"

"No, it means that I didn't expect it.  Granted."

"Oh, thank you."  Willow said, throwing her arms around Max.

*****

"Well, Mr. Chapman.  What do you want?"

"You couldn't by any chance do two things for me could you?"

"Well, it would depend on what they are."

"I want to be with Willow, but not as me."

"What do you mean, not as you?"

"I want . . . I want . . . uh . . . I want to be human."

"Well, that is an odd request.  I think I can arrange something."

"You're not going to give a fake Willow.  Something that just looks
and acts like her, but isn't really her, are you?"

"I would never do such a thing.  To let you in on a little secret, Ms.
Rosenberg's fantasy was just to be with you."

"Oh.  So it'll really be her?"

"Yes."

**Part Four**

"Well, does anyone mind sharing a room?  The schedule I have infront of me says that Ms. Summers and Ms. Rosenberg will
be sharing a room.  Mr.  Harris and Mrs. . . . uh. . . and Anya will be sharing a room and Mr. Giles and Mr. Chapman will
each
have a room of their own."

"Actually, I would like a room of my own."  Xander and Anya said together.  Then looked at each other oddly.

"That's fine.  I'm happy the both of you agree."  Max said.

"Yeah, I second that mate.  I didn't want to hear another bloody arguement.  The headache's bad enough already."  Spike
chimed.

"Maurice, please show the ladies to their rooms.  Due to the change in plans, Ms. Anya will be staying in the room adjacent
to
Ms. Summers and Ms. Rosenberg."  Max said in a hushed tone.

"You got it."  Maurice replied.

"Jennings, please show the gentlemen to their rooms.  Mr. Harris will be in the room adjacent to Mr. Chapman.  Just incase
he
has any questions."  Max said in the same hushed tone.

"I'm on it, sir."  Jennings replied.

*****

"Well, Willow, what's your fantasy?"  Buffy asked on the way to their room.

"I'm not telling.  You'll just have to find out."

"Fine.  Then I'm not telling you mine."

"Ladies, there is a letter on each of your beds.  Please only open the letter addressed to you. We've had problems in the
past.
It will tell you what you want to know about your vacation." Maurice dropped their bags in their rooms, and scurried out
the
door.

*****

"Gentlemen, please open the letter that is placed on your bed.  The bathrooms are on the right, and the I'm sure you will
be able
to find anything you could want in the kitchens."

"What's in the letter?"  Spike asked.

"Details to your vacation."

"Thanks."  Spike replied.

"If you need anything, just give us a ring downstairs."  Jennings
said, walking away from the trio.  "I hate my job."

"So, Spike, what are you doing this week?" Xander asked.

"None of your bleeding business.  See ya later, Rupert."  Spike
said walking into his room.

*****

Dear Mr. Giles,
    Your request to do research has been granted.  Tomorrow
morning, you are to report to the beach behind the hotel.
There you will find many ladies that will supply you with any books
you need, and will be serving you your drinks.
Beachside.  I hope you enjoy your stay.  And may your fantasy be
all you wished it would be.

Sincerely,
    Max

*****

Dear Ms. Summers,
    Your request to be "normal" has been granted.  You will notice
that you will just like an average 20 year-old lady by
morning.  You will not of your strength.  You will be as plain as the
day you were born.  I hope you enjoy your stay.
And may your fantasy be all you wished it would be.

Sincerely,
    Max

*****

Dear Ms. Rosenberg,
    Your request to be with Mr. Chapman has been granted.
Tomorrow morning, you will join him for breakfast in the
great hall, located downstairs.  If you are unable to find it, please
just ring downstairs, and someone will escort you.
Mr. Chapman will be expecting your company, on time.  Breakfast
is served at 7a.m.  I hope you enjoy your stay.  And
may your fantasy be all you wished it would be.

Sincerely,
    Max

*****

Dear Mr. Harris,
    Your request to be a vampire has been granted, and will begin
tomorrow at sunrise.  I suggest you make sure you
drapes are pulled before you go to sleep tonight.  Your refrigerator
has been well stocked with blood.  You ARE NOT to
attack any of the guests on Fantasy Island, and you may only feed
from them if they GIVE you their consent.  I hope
you enjoy your stay.  And may your fantasy be all you wished it
would be.

Sincerely,
    Max

*****

Dear Ms. Anya,
    Your request to be Anyanka has been granted.  You will be free
to roam through all the fantasies taking place at the
moment.  You may do as you wish.  Just remember, the young
lady must wish for something to happen.  You can't do
anything, unless there is a wish.  This is my only restraint on you.
I hope you enjoy your stay.  And may your fantasy be
all you wished it would be.

Sincerely,
    Max

*****

Dear Mr. Chapman,
    Your request to be human has been granted.  Tomorrow at
sunrise, you will be human.  I suggest that you leave the
drapes open tonight, so that you may feel the sun on your face in
the morning.  Ms. Rosenberg will be expecting your
company for breakfast.  Breakfast will be served at 7 a.m. in the
great hall.  If you are unable to find the hall, just ring
downstairs, and someone will escort you.  I hope you enjoy your
stay.  And may your fantasy be all you wished it would
be.

Sincerely,
    Max

**Part Five**

"OOWWWWWW!"  He screamed at the top of his lungs, jumping
out of the bed.  The next thing he heard, was pounding on
the wall from next door.

"Would you shut the HELL up!!  I'm trying to rest over here!!!"  *It's
just that stupid english vampire.  Wait, vampire.  He could
me!*

Xander ran out into the hall, and banged on Spike's room door.
"Spike!  Open up!  I need help."

"What?  Zipping your fly?"  Spike mumbled as he got up, and
walked past the window.  He didn't even realize the sun on his
skin, or his heart beating.  "What?!?"  Spike snapped out as he
opened the door."

"Spike, I need your help."

"How am I supposed to help you?"

"I'm a vampire."

"You're joking."

It was then that Xander realized something.  He hears Spike's
heartbeat.  Without a second thought, Xander's face shifted, and
the demon came out.  "You are a vampire."

"And you could be dinner."  Xander replied.  "Spike, why do you
have a heartbeat?"

"Because..I forgot.  I'm human!!"  He yelled, then realized that Xander was a VAMPIRE.  "You get away from me.  I am not
DINNER!"

"Spike, I'll make a deal.  You teach me how to be, well, you.  And I'll teach you how to be . . . me."

"I don't want to be you."  Spike said.

"I mean human."  Xander said, the demon calming, and his human mask slipped back on.

"Fine.  Come in.  Why were yelling?"

"Drapes.  I didn't think it would hurt that much."

"If it didn't hurt that much, don't you think vampires would be running around during the day?"

"I didn't think about that."

"First off, you should really take that off."  Spike said snatching the gold cross from around Xander's neck.  "It's real
easy to
burn yourself.  And burning is not fun."

"I've already learned that rule."

"Next, when you're hungry, well, if you feed once a day, you shouldn't be hungry.  Easy rule to follow.  One bag of blood a
day
keeps the demon away.  Unless you want to go around scaring the wits out of people."  Xander nodded.  "Didn't think so.
One
more thing you really shouldn't forget.  Invites.  Don't try walking into a room without one.  Invisible barriers hurt when
you run
into them.  Basically, if you stay away from the sun, fire, the Slayer, and anything sharp and pointy like a stake, and you
feed
once a day, you're fine.  Now tell me how to be human."

"Okay, well, for starters, if you get a burning feeling-"

"In your stomach?  Yeah what's that.  I have that right now."

"-in your stomach, you have to go to the bathroom."

"I haven't used the loo in over 100 years."  Spike stood and walked into the bathroom.

He looked in the mirror, after going to the bathroom, and was astonished to see himself.  "I guess if I'm human I should
get used
to this.  I haven't seen you in awhile.  It's nice to see you again."  Spike said to the mirror, then walked back out to
Xander.
"How do I know-"  Spike stopped talking, because no one was in the room.  "Where did that bloody nancyboy get to?"  Then
Spike realized his front door was open.  He walked out, and over to Xander's room.  "You were hungry weren't you?  I told
you the demon needs blood."

Xander was vamped out, and guzzling a bag of blood.  "I never knew the taste of blood was so...so...so..uh...I dunno.
Good?"

Spike rolled his eyes.  "Is there anything I should know, or can I leave you to get to know your inner demon better?"

"Just make sure you go to the bathroom, and eat.  Eat lots of food."

"Before I go, don't eat too much.  If you feed too often, the demon will never go away.  I don't want to find any dead
bod--wait, scratch that.  Feed all you want.  Leave as many dead bodies hangin' around.  And if you're into torture, call
me
first.  I can give you a few pointers.  Plus, I would like to at least watch."  Spike smiled, and walked out of the room,
and
headed for the great hall after getting dressed.

*****

"Willow, where are you going so early in the morning?"  Buffy mumbled from her bed.

"I have breakfast plans with Spike."

"Oh, okay.  Have fun."  Buffy said before falling back asleep, and then jumping back up.  "What?!?  You have what with
Spike?"

"Breakfast plans.  It was in my letter.  I have to meet him for breakfast in the great hall."

"Willow, you can't go to breakfast with Spike."

"Why not?"

"Well, for starters, he doesn't eat.  Food I am. He's a blood sucker, remember?  Vampire?"

"Buffy, it's just breakfast.  I'll be back in a little bit."  Willow said, exiting the room.

*****

"Morning, Red."  Spike said, standing up, and pulling Willow's chair out for her.

"Thank you.  Wow."

"What, pet?"

"Manners."  Spike gave her a puzzled look.  "You have them now.  What was your fantasy?"

"I've always had them."  He said, walking into the sunlight.

"Spike!"  Willow yelled.  He gave her that same puzzled look.  "Why aren't you burning up?"

Spike looked around, and then noticed the sunlight.  "Oh, I'm human."

"Human?"

"Yeah.  That was my request.  I wanted to be human for the week."

"Oh." Willow replied.  "Probably, so you could go out on the beach,
and have all the women gawk at you."  She mumbled.

"What, luv?"

"Oh, nothing.  Let's eat.  I'm starved."

*****

"Why, thank you.  I do appreciate you all helping me.  Find books
that is."  Giles said to the array of beautiful young women.

"Whatever you want, you just let one of us know, and we'll get right
on it."  One of the tall blondes said.

"Thank you, uh..I apologize, I forget your name."

"It's okay.  I'm Candy."

"I won't forget next time."  Giles said, going back to the book
Candy had gotten him.  He had been out on the beach for close
to two hours and had barely gotten any research done.  The
women kept on distracting him.  "I'm fine now.  If I need you, I'll
call."  Giles said and Candy walked away.  *Finally, I can
concentrate.*

"Mr. Giles, would you like a back rub?"  A brunette asked.

With a sigh, Giles replied, "Actually, no, I would like to get some
research done, thank you."

"Okay."  The woman pouted.

*****

*It feels great to have my powers back.  Maybe when we get back,
I'll have to try to get them back permanently.  Let's see
what I can at this here resort.  There has to be a woman
somewhere angry with a cheating husband, or angry that her
fantasy
didn't pan out, and she wants revenge on Max.  Now that would be
interesting.*

"Miss Anya."

"Max.  I was just thinking about you."

"I hope good things.  I just dropped by to let you know that if you
are looking for some women who may need your assistance,
there will be a few over in the night club later this evening."

"Thanks, but I think I'll wander around first."

"As you wish."

*****

There was a gentle knock on the door.  Buffy put the pillow over her
head.  The knocking continued, this time a little louder.
"Go away!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Summers, but I would like to speak with you."

"Fine."  Buffy got up, rubbing her eyes.  She glanced at the clock.
"11 o'clock.  Didn't know it was that early."  She walked
over, and opened the door.  "What?"

"Miss Summers, I just wanted to let you know that there have been
a few requests for you."

"Requests?"

"Yes.  Some gentlemen have requested you accompany them
tonights gala.  I have put together a list of all the gentlemen, and a
picture of each one.  When you have made your decision, let me
know, and I will let the lucky gentleman know he has been
chosen."

"Thanks.  I think."  Buffy grabbed the clip board, and closed the
door.  She dropped the clip board on the ground, and fell back
on the bed.

Another knock came to the door.  "Buffy?  Willow?  Guys, let me
in."

"Xander, what do you want?"  Buffy yelled getting off the bed.  She
tossed the clip board on her bed, and opened the door.
"Xander, you look pale.  Maybe you should eat something."

"My thoughts exactly."  Xander said, vamping out.

"Ah!  Xander, why are you a vampire?!?"

"My fantasy."  His human mask was back in place.  "Sorry.  I just
wanted to scare you.  I see your fantasy was to not be the
Slayer."

"What?  How?"

"Vampires can sense Slayers.  At least Spike told me that once.
You seem like every other person I've met today, so I'm
guessing that you're not the Slayer."

"No.  I wanted to be normal."

"You wanted to be normal.  Spike wanted to be normal.  And here I
wanted to go and be a vampire."

"Wait, what do you mean, 'Spike wanted to be normal'?"

"He's human.  Not bitey.  I had to teach him a few things.  He
taught me a few.  We had a little learning session.  Damn it!"

"What's wrong?"

"I was hoping I'd be able to spar with you.  I mean I want to see
what it's like to really be a vampire.  The whole strength thing."

"Sorry.  Maybe there's another vampire around.  Why don't you go
look?  I want to sleep a little more."

"Are you sure you're not a vampire, because I thought people were
supposed to be awake during the day?"

"I'm sure."
 

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