I don't know what happened. One minute, the Master is a fraction of a second away from snapping my neck, the next? All I see is a bright light, and I fall from what I assume would be a portal.

They couldn't at least put a mattress under the portal, could they?

I landed on the corner of a metal garbage can in the middle of an alley, my ribs bruising on contact, if not breaking. Coughing, I let myself fall to the ground. The cool concrete against my skin clued me into my nudity. Rolling onto my hands and knees, I pushed myself up to my feet. One arm curled around my bruised rips as the other brushed my blond hair back out of my face.

I had to figure out what was going on...and get clothes.

(open to VampWillow)

Damn, that just hit by a truck feeling was something I was starting to get used to around here. First meetin the other me and now getting all possessed by some super-skank vamp. Yeah, I'd definatly be lookin her up sometime soon.

Right after I deal with the herd of evil goats.

Shook my head, tryin to get Dru outta my head. Ok, sinister goats, no big right? "So, was there a meeting I missed about goats, cause I'm a little lost here guys. Guy?"

(open to Cordy and Angel)

Vampire Will stood among a scene of carnage. This was her world, in all it's glory. She smirked as she watched a fire burn in a nearby barrel.

Suddenly the light of the fire began to grow brighter and spread. It overcame her quickly, allowing only the exclamation, "Oh sh" to escape her.

The next thing that Vamp Will knew, she was laying on the pavement in an alley. She felt minor pain, and smelled her own blood. Lifting her hand up, she touched her forehead, and when she brought it back down in front of her face she saw blood. Must have fallen from up high, she thought to herself.

Next, she felt was a cold sensation all over. For the first time she noticed that her leather clothes were missing. In fact, she was completely nude.

Vamp Will stood up, slightly less cocky than usual. She said, "Well, isn't this interesting."

((Open to anyone.))

Tara believed she was speeding.
She knew she was.
She could feel it.

Oh, yes, there she was. Eighty-five in a fifty-five mile-an-hour zone.

"I gotta slow down..."
As she did, her headlights passed an alleyway, where she saw a shape she thought she recognized...

Looking back, the shape was gone. But it was also night in Sunnydale.

She pulled into Giles' driveway, hoping to Goddess, they were alright.

((Open to Giles, Willow, Anya, Xander, Jenny, Buffy and Dawn))

Dru paced around the streets of Sunnydale, heading no where in particular. She was frustrated, and angry, but she wasn't entirely sure why. Also, she wasn't exactly interested in eating. Everyone she passed by she just smiled pleasantly at, and continued on her way. She was itching, however. Itching for something to take her frustration out on. And these weakling people passing her and eyeing her didn't seem like enough. She wanted Daddy, Grandmum, and Spike for her games, but right now...they were too distant for her.

So instead of searching for something, instead of seaking something out, Dru wandered and wandered, wishing something would come along.

[[Open for anyone!]]

So yeah, me and the other me had a little quality time. Least I know she ain't no robot or nothin now. Better safe than sorry or whatever it is good kids like B say.

Anyway, had my fun. Left the other me snorin into her pillow as I snatched the better lookin of her clothes and hit the road. Not like I need to worry about her understandin the need to bounce. Besides, time to check out SunnyD number 2.

'Yah, whatever. Are we there yet?'
"Yes," Tara said as she pulled up to the door to Xander and Anya's apartment.
"We're here." Finally, Blessed Goddess. Finally.

Tara got out of the car, and walked to the door.
Knocking, she hoped they were home.

((Open to Xander, Anya, Willow and Dawn!))

'Last stop..'
Tara turned down a street, looking down the left side, noticing something.
She heard a voice, calling her name, not really noticing until it was too late.
She slammed on the brakes when she saw the animal, not quite noticing what it was.

"Is everyone okay?" she said, whipping her head around to the back, checking on Willow and Dawn. No one seemed to be injured...
Not waiting for a response, she bolted from the car, checking on the thing she hit.

"Oh no...Oh no..."
It looked like a goat, poor thing.

There were grill marks in its coat, the hair. And some of it was very bloody.
Not looking good, Tara hoped the Goddess eased its suffering, if there was any.

And the grill marks disappeared.
The blood was still dried on the hair of the creature, but it opened its eyes, looked at Tara, and got up and walked away.

Tara got up slowly, and walked her way to the car.
Opening the door, she got inside and shut the door behind her.
Only half-realzing she left the car on, she started on the way to Xander and Anya's as if nothing had happened...

((Open to Dawn or Willow))

'The Slayers kept us from it...being free....'
Freedom. Eating, playing, whenever we chose...within limits of course. All fun stops when the sun comes up...
At least fun outside...

But the Slayers kept us from it.
Hunted us. Caged us.

Angelus remembered a time, before Dru died, before Darla died, before the Master was staked by his own kind...
By Angelus. His dearest son.

The Slayers had wounded him, the Master. Used holy water and crosses...
Some said that the Slayers were more demonic than the Vampires, or even the demons themselves.

They killed us for sport. For play.

We had fed, and played, that night the Slayers took Darla from us.
Burned at least ten of us, in the fire that night.
Darla was lost in the flames, trying to save the newest to our numbers.

He remembered a girl...one, with auburn hair...not very different from Willow's...

As Angelus came back from the memory, he realized the girl he remembered..was the one he was holding.

He snapped the girls neck and dropped her body, calling to Dru, roughly.

"I'm done, Dru. Let's go."

((Open to Dru!))

Anya sat down in front of the television flipping through the channels. She checked her watch for the fiftieth time. “Where’s Tara… for that matter, where’s Xander?”
She got up and began pacing around the room. “Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.”
Just then the door opened. Xander stood in the doorway, lumpy plastic bags, one in each hand, chocolate on the corners of his mouth.
“Xander! Where have you been all this time?”
He looked at her like a deer caught in headlights. This wasn’t the first time Xander had disappeared to go n one of his ice-cream binges. Bringing back half empty cartons for later.
“Ugh, Xander, not again,” she sighed, “c’mere baby, we gotta get you ready, Tara’s coming by too take us to a Scooby meeting.
“Do you have bubblegum in there?”