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Who was she kidding? Juliet wanted to get her groove on, have some stimulating conversation, do something. She picked herself up off of the bench and headed back towards the row of trailers. Someone was bound to be around. She was just about in the center, crossing in front of David and Nick's trailer, when someone jumped in front of her. Out of a tree, or the air?
"What do you want?" Juliet could hardly see him in the light, but he was a large fellow, rippling with muscles, numerous tattooes. She wanted to get a look at this punk's face but couldn't see it among the shadows.
"I have come to offer penance, mistress," he replied, sinking to a bow at her feet. "I had an initiate lined up, ready for the kill. But I lost her. I was a fool! I beg forgiveness, my queen."
Juliet put one hand on her hip. Was this some kind of joke? "Excuse me?"
"I know," the man continued, and was about to continue when Sarah Michelle Gellar ran up to them. The man promptly rose to his feet and growled at her, taking his head out of the shadows. "Grrrrrr ... Slayer meat!"
Juliet felt like fainting. She stumbled back against the side of the trailer, struggling to catch her breath. In the meantime, Sarah was beating up the ... thing. Juliet fell to the ground in shock and horror. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen.
"I need a stake!" Sarah was capable, she was even a brown belt, but she couldn't hold her own against a non-stunt vampire. Juliet took off around the other side of the trailer, hoping Sarah could hold off her attacker. She ran at the garden by Alyson and Charisma's area, pulling a wooden prong out of the ground and sprinting as fast as she could back to the spot of the fight.
"Here!" Juliet moved so quickly she couldn't even see who she was throwing the stake at. It was a couple of seconds before she realized she had handed the weapon to thin air. Sarah, and the "vampire", were gone.
"Oh my God." Juliet started to hyperventilate again. "Oh my God. OH MY GOD!"
"What are you talking about?" James probably thought she was insane. Hell, *she* would be thinking she was insane right now. But Aly was sure she'd just been bitten by a vampire.
"James, what do you think caused this?" Alyson pointed to the two bloody dots on her neck. "A barbecue fork? I don't believe it either, but it's true. We just saw a vampire. And he ran away because he thought ..." She didn't even want to entertain the thought.
"I was Spike." Suddenly, he looked like he was hit with the gravity of the situation. "Alyson, but ... but ... they're not real."
She stared at him, remembering the murderous rush of her blood into the veins of that THING. "We'd like to think so, wouldn't we?"
They stood, in the middle of the street, trying to absorb the surprise of the past minutes' events. But they barely had time to when a tall shadow came running down the street after them.
"Wait! Wait!" The man was coming closer.
"Who IS that?" Alyson whispered to James. Now his shadow was beginning to take shape. "Oh, it's David."
David Boreanaz came upon them and stopped suddenly, dumbfounded. "Wha - what - run, Willow!" And before Alyson could try and stop him, David started wailing on James. Harshly. Finally Aly succeeded in pulling him off the British actor, wincing at the blood welling up in his nose.
"What's WRONG with you, man!?" James sat on the concrete, reeling from David's punches. "Have you gone MAD?"
"Don't try that on me," he hissed. David lifted his arm again, ready to strike.
"Stop! Stop!" Aly raised her voice at them, which was enough to keep them quiet. "Now, David, are you all right? James wasn't hurting me, I swear. I'm okay now, really." She smiled. It was kind of nice that he cared that much.
"WHAT?" David turned on her now, frowning evilly.
"I said I'm okay. James saved me."
"Willow, what's gotten into you?"
The previously silent James now shot Alyson a look of disgust. She shrugged her shoulders back at him. "I'll try again. My name's not Willow, it's Alyson. I *play* Willow. And you're David. You do know this, right?"
"What do you mean, PLAY?" David looked thoroughly confused now. "You are Willow. And I'm Angel, and you're --" David's face morphed into something unspeakably horrible, something ugly and fearsome and EVIL and -- "you're consorting with the ENEMY!"
As the vampire growled at James and approached, he trembled in fear. "Angel"
came closer and closer to him. "Uh ... Alyson?" James tried to hide behind
her. "This is NOT David."