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Chapter 1

"I can't believe we'll all be together again." Willow smiled as s= he
sat on the steps of the University Commons with Xander and Giles. "I
mean, it'll be like old times, meeting in the library, well, except
it won't be in the library it'll be in your office, or classroom?"

Giles chuckled at the girl's ramblings, "Yes, well, I'm only signed
up to instruct two classes Willow, so I don't think I'll actually get
my own office. But it will be beneficial to be on campus given all
the things that went on last year here."

"And don't forget," Xander added as he shook a piece of paper in = the
air, "I am officially a college guy."

"You'll finally get the attention of all the girls at the high school =
now Xander." Willow joked.

"Hey!"

Giles laughed at the two friends, happy to see them joking with each
other so easily again. He stood, not really wanting to break the
moment, "We'd better be heading in then, it's nearly sunset."

"And it is pizza night at the G-man's." Xander put his arm around=
Willow's shoulders.

"I'm assuming you will both need a ride to and from the restaurant?&qu= ot;
Giles asked as they walked to his car.

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Willow handed an empty plate to Xander and then passed it to Buffy
once the slice had been placed on it. Once served, the gang began
their newly found weekly ritual of pizza night on Tuesdays. Giles
gathered his prophecy books together and piled them on the coffee
table in preparation to go over the latest one he thought might be
oncoming. The group's laughter was interrupted when the door swung
open and Spike sauntered in, clearly agitated by the utter happiness
that gathered before him. "What? Nobody cared to invite me to your
little shindig?"

"Don't worry Junior," Xander plopped a cooling slice of pizza on a
plate and tossed it in front of the empty seat at the table. "We
saved you a slice or two. They ran out of blood toppings though so
you'll have to settle for meatballs."

Spike sighed for affect but was contented to see that they hadn't
completely forgotten about him. Unfortunately they were all he had in
this miserable existence he now led. He sat down next to Willow,
sensing the tension emanating from her at once. He didn't know why
she hated him so much.

Willow mentally groaned when the vampire settled into the chair
beside her; of course she had to have been the one sitting next to
the vacant seat. She ate in silence and was the first one to leave
the table and thumb through Giles' books. One by one the group joined
her on the couch and she finally felt some of the tension leave her
muscles. "So what's in store for the Hellmouth this week Giles?" = She
asked happily.

"Well, I'm not sure how serious of a threat this really is," He
flipped through some pages of an old text until he found what he was
looking for. "It's rather silly when you think about it really." He
handed the book to Willow and let her read it.

After a few moments she started to giggle, "You've GOT to be kidding."

Giles smiled, "Yes, well, as I said, I don't know just how seriously
we should take it."

"Don't leave us in suspense Wills." Xander piped, "What is i= t?"

Willow smiled a sigh and read from the passage. "On the day of the
12th quarter moon of the new age, Dionyses will reign for half a
fortnight cometh. Wanton chaos will flood the veins of true-hearted
beings, and their demons will rule their flesh."

"What?" Buffy asked confused.

Spike let out a bountiful laugh, doubling over where he still sat at
the dining table. "Well, good for the demons!" He laughed again.
"Not *the* demons, Spike, the true-hearted beings' demons. That
obviously counts *you* out." Willow spat.

"Wait a minute," Xander stood, "What does all that gibberish mean
anyhow?"

Giles spoke up, "Now, we don't really know if this is even going to
come to pass, I couldn't find mention of it in my other two books so
it is probably nothing at all."

"Giles," Buffy said, "Anything that says that demons will ru le sounds
worth looking into."

"Well, Buffy," Willow began, "I don't think it's real demons."

"Who's Dionyses?" Xander asked.

Spike looked over Willow's shoulder as he knelt behind the couch.
"Dionyses is the god of wine and party, sex and mayhem. Sounds like
my kind of god." He breathed into Willow's ear.

Gooseflesh covered her arms and she swung the book backwards into his
face. He caught it in time and chuckled at her efforts. She sighed
heavily and moved her position on the sofa so that he was no longer
behind her. She turned to Giles; "Hey, isn't the 12th quarter moon
tomorrow?"

"Yes." Giles couldn't help the smile reaching the corners of his
mouth. "It's only for a week, maybe we should simply try to stay away
from each other until it's all over with."

Willow giggled again. Buffy stood angrily, "Okay you two. What is
going on? You obviously know what the prophesy means, now spill!"

Willow gave Giles a sympathetic look and smiled, "You want me to
tell?"

He nodded, "Please do."

"Okay, let's take it line by line. The first one says when, the 12th
quarter moon, which starts tomorrow, assuming that the new age means
the millennium."

Buffy still stood above her friend, "Go on."

"Well, as Spike so lovingly put it, Dionyses is the god of wine, sex
 and party."

"Doesn't sound like such a bad guy." Xander offered.

"Well, it says that he will reign for half a fortnight, which is one
week."

"Okay, so I have to kill this Dionyses guy?" Buffy asked.

"No, I don't think so Buffy, I think his name is used here in a
symbolic way. Look, the next line is, wanton chaos will flood the
veins of true-hearted beings, and their demons will rule their flesh.
Wanton chaos? Their demons will rule their flesh? It sounds to me
that for a week we'll just have people going around fulfilling their
deepest, darkest fantasies, in a, y'know, sexual sorta way. I'm not
sure there's anything to really slay."

Buffy sank to her place in the armchair. "Deepest, darkest fantasies
huh?" She looked over at her former watcher.

"It does appear that way." He answered, taking off his specs and
wiping them clean. "I suggest that we all simply try to keep our
heads among us this week and see what happens."

"So when is this all supposed to happen?" Xander asked.

"Tomorrow some time." Willow answered.

Xander stood and walked to the door. "Well, I'm going to go make sure
Anya is locked up for the week. God only knows what kind of deep,
dark fantasies she keeps hidden." He smiled and waved at the group as
he left the apartment.

Buffy rose and followed him; "I'd... uh... better make sure
Xander gets
home safely. Yeah... ok... bye guys." She ran out of the door.

"That was odd." Giles mumbled.

"Yeah," Willow added, "What's gotten into her?"

"She's the slayer." Spike said, "That's got to count for any bizarre
behavior." He rose to his feet and took the book Willow was still
holding. "C'mon Red, I'll make sure you get home all safe and sound
since Slutty didn't wait for you."

"I can walk by myself y'know?" She stood.

"Giles, tell the silly chit to get off her high horse."

"Me? What makes you think I need you? What if a *human* mugger
attacks me? A lot of good you'll do me then, huh?"

Giles heard a low growl come from the vampire and chimed in. These
two were impossible lately. "Willow, perhaps Spike is right. This is
the hellmouth, there are more things out there than simple vampires."
"Hey!"

"Sorry Spike." Giles said, "Willow, please, I would feel better if
Spike walked you home. Your parents' house isn't too far so you
shouldn't have to put up with him too long."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence Watcher." Spike sneered and
followed Willow toward the door.

"Fine," Willow relented, "C'mon old man."

"Who you callin' *old* little girl?"

Giles locked the door behind them and said a silent prayer to
whatever god was listening that the prophecy was nothing but a crock
of shit. Somehow he doubted that and dreaded the possibilities the
morning brought with it. He climbed the stairs steadily and proceeded
to get ready for bed. Looking at himself in the mirror he smirked at
the thought of fantasies running rampant. For a moment he saw a
reflection of the man he used to be. "Ripper." He breathed. He smiled
somewhat evilly at himself before chuckling. "You still in there old
boy?"
 

Chapter 2

Rupert Giles rose out of bed close to noon the next day. He walked
into the bathroom and stripped. Stepping into the shower with the hot
water running down his body, he closed his eyes and allowed his
thoughts to wander to the dream he had been having, the one he had so
reluctantly awoken from. It had been so vivid that he had actually
thought the blonde had been in his bed. He found himself imagining
taking his dream lover right there in the shower. In some small
corner of his mind he thought of the prophecy of Dionyses but lost
all other thought as he stroked his hardening staff, murmuring the
name he fantasized about.

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Willow walked down the stairs of her parents' house groggily, her
eyes widening when she saw the time. "Well, I guess I'll be having
lunch instead of breakfast." She grumbled and put on a small pot of
coffee. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept so late.
<Why is it you are always more tired when you get an extra hour of
sleep?> She wondered. Okay, so this was more like an extra 4 hours,
but still. Maybe it was the crazy dream she had had the night before.
She was Vampire Willow and was replaying all the events that had
happened when Vamp Willow had been brought to this dimension. Except,
in her dream, *she* was actually Vampire Willow. It had seemed so
real that she was still a little elated from the sensation of control
and power her dream self had held. And damn, she looked *good* in
leather! She got up and poured herself a mug of coffee and sat
pensively at the kitchen table. She did have access to one of her
mother's credit cards… maybe it was time she went on a little
shopping spree. The redhead smiled at the thought and sipped at her
steamy drink.

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Buffy paced the floors in her mother's house, thankful for once that
Joyce was on an extended vacation to her sister's place in New York.
It was nearly 1:00 in the afternoon and she was already nervous about
going out of her house. Afraid that she may find herself going to
him, her deepest, darkest fantasy guy. The best thing for her to do
was to simply stay in doors until the week was over. But then what
about patrolling? She stopped her pacing for a moment and mentally
decided on a plan of action and returned to walking the floors. Okay,
she would go out to patrol only, if she was out there fighting evil
and whatnot, then she wouldn't be thinking about him. Therefore, she
wouldn't go to him and do something that she knew she would regret
for the rest of her life. Buffy plopped down on the couch and turned
on the television. She channel surfed until she came to a movie on
cable starring Hugh Grant. She took a deep breath and closed her
eyes, concentrating on the British accent. God, it always turned her
on when she heard an Englishman speak. So caught up in listening to
the movie, she hadn't really noticed that her own hand had found its
way down to between her legs.

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Xander fell onto the bed exhausted. Anya collapsed on top of him, a
satisfied grin on her face. She rolled off of him, trying to catch
her breath. "So…" She panted, "This new prophecy… it's all
about…
deep, dark fantasies?" She asked between breaths.

Xander nodded, "Yep. All those hidden desires that everyone is afraid
to show will come out."

She looked at him, curiosity in her eyes, "So what's yours?"

Xander let out an uncharacteristic laugh, "Don't you wish you knew."

"Yeah, I do."

"Well," Xander propped his head up on his hand and stared intently at
his girlfriend. A strange feeling had taken hold of him, making him
feel none of the nervous shyness that had previously controlled him.
"There is this one thing that I've always wanted to do."

Anya smiled desirably at the lustful gaze she was receiving.

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Spike turned on the tele and sighed at the annoying sunlight outside
his shaded windows. He was so bored! There were still 4 hours left
until he could go out. He sighed heavily and gulped his mug of pig's
blood.
 

Chapter 3

Buffy packed up Mr. Pointy and headed out for patrol shortly after
sunset, hoping for some action to relieve some of the sudden sexual
tension she felt. <Damn prophecy> she thought. She headed straight
for one of the cemeteries in search of vampires to dust.

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Pulling on an old pair of worn denim jeans, Rupert Giles prepared for
a night on the town. He stuffed a large roll of cash in his pocket
and left his apartment, grabbing his duffel bag as he did so. He
groaned inwardly at the sick looking car he owned and spit on it as
he passed. Not a block away he passed a parked silver convertible
Prowler. Satisfied that no one was watching, he hopped into the front
seat and slid down under the dash, ripping off the bottom of the
steering column on his way down. In one swift motion he hot-wired the
car and the engine roared to life. Ripper sped down the road in
search for some fun.

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"Are you sure?" Anya asked, surprised at her boyfriend's request.

Xander nodded, heat spreading throughout his body at the thoughts
pulsing through his mind. He pointed to his dresser. "It's in there,
in the top drawer, in the back. Go put it on." He commanded.

Not used to hearing such blatant authority coming from him, Anya went
into the drawer and gave one last glance toward her lover and headed
for the bathroom.

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Willow grabbed her mother's visa card and trotted out the door and
into the Jeep her parents had left behind. She started it up and
rushed to the Sunnydale mall. <Time for a bit of shopping> she
thought with a grin. Once at her destination, she looked through the
mall's directory. "Here's a store I would never normally shop in."
She said to herself and headed down the corresponding corridor.

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Spike strode through the streets of downtown Sunnydale, bored. <Where
is everyone?> He thought. He couldn't find any of the scooby gang.
Well, he knew Xander would be boffing his demon by now so he didn't
bother with him. The watcher was out and he couldn't find Red
anywhere either. He could sense the slayer as he neared one of the
cemeteries but could tell she wasn't even in a fight yet so what was
the point of even making himself known to her. He stopped dead in his
tracks, "What the--?" He said as a small blonde haired girl of about
20 ran by him completely naked. Spike watched in shocked confusion as
a dark-haired guy ran after her, also naked, both of them laughing.
He heard the girl shriek the name "Michael" and shook his head.
"Stupid humans." He grumbled as he continued his walk toward the
Bronze. He figured someone would eventually show up there before the
night was through.
 

Chapter 4

Ripper lit a cigarette and stalked quietly through the trees,
stopping to watch as a small group of vampires attacked the girl. She
put up a pretty good fight but he could tell that the demons were
young yet. He inhaled deeply and dropped his black leather bag to his
feet and leaned against a tree. The last of the three vampires turned
to dust and Ripper strode out from his spot, clapping slowly.

Buffy whirled around at the sound of someone clapping. Her mouth
dropped when she saw Giles dressed in faded denim and smoking a
cigarette. "Giles! Um... hi."

"Ripper's the name, girl." He inhaled on his cigarette
and studied
her through squinted eyes.

Buffy shifted her weight from foot to foot, suddenly uncomfortable in
the presence of her watcher. <Ripper? Did he say his name was Ripper?
> She asked herself. "So... um... I really dusted those vamps,
huh?"

The older man dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with
the heel of his black boot. He walked up to her and blew smoke in her
face, causing her to cough. "Yes, well, those vampires were
barely
fledglings." He turned and opened his duffel bag, taking out two
swords. "Let's see how you do against a real opponent."
He tossed her
a weapon.

The slayer caught the blade expertly. "Um, Giles... I mean
Ripper...
I don't think this is such a good idea. I mean you were the one
who
taught me how to fight, remember?"

Ripper chuckled wickedly, "Believe me girl, *I* did not teach you
how
to fight. Now, arm yourself." He advanced on her quickly with
some
fakes of his sword, watching her as she moved carefully out of his
way.

Buffy dodged Ripper's attempted strikes, trying to keep a safe
distance between them at the same time trying to ignore the exciting
feelings growing inside her. She had never truly seen such a
dangerous side to Giles, not even when he ate that candy. She blocked
a high strike and jumped back out of range.

Ripper's anger was growing, "Come on girl! Fight!"

"Giles, I'm not going to fight you!" She responded.

He advanced on her forcefully, dealing blow after blow. She blocked
every one of them but he succeeded in pushing her back against the
stone wall of a mausoleum. He blocked a strong strike from the blonde
and circled their blades, throwing hers out of her hands. He brought
the sharp edge of the sword to her throat and his face up to her
own. "I win." He said huskily, delighting in her apparent
apprehension and fear. He felt her squirm under his strong hold and
smiled wickedly. Buffy attempted to bring her knee up into his groin
but he blocked it with his leg. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, no manners, girl.
What would your watcher say?"

"You... you *are* my watcher."

Ripper laughed again. "You silly chit, *I* am not your watcher at
all."

"But..."

He sighed dramatically, "What do I have to do to get through that
thick head of yours?" He pulled her head back by her hair and let
his
blade drop to the ground. He looked her up and down. "Mmmm... so
young."

Buffy inhaled sharply when he gripped her by the hair. She knew she
could easily throw him off of her but something inside of her told
her not to. Something inside of her stirred pleasurably at his
dangerous tone and forcefulness. Images from hundreds of fantasies
flooded her mind. She struggled to keep hold of her sanity, knowing
that it was the prophecy that was causing all of this. "Giles...
please..."

Ripper pressed his body against hers and tightened his hold on her
hair. "Who?"

She closed her eyes briefly at the feel of his erection against her
pelvis. She felt the last of her resolve melt away and she opened her
eyes filled with lust and desire. "Ripper." She smiled.

He bent down and ravished her lips, dueling his tongue with hers for
domination.

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Anya stepped out of Xander's bathroom dressed in the leather
bodice
and fishnet stockings. She tapped the small rider's crop in the
palm
of her hands and smiled at her lover.

Xander swallowed hard at the sight of his leather-clad girlfriend and
waited for her demand.
 

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