Displaced ↠ BTVS [1]

ten; mr. tall, dark, and handsome

"All around me are familiar faces,Worn out places, worn out faces. When people run in circles it's a very very, mad world." - "Mad World," Micheal Andrews/Gary Jules

Paige's POV

Do you like special guest stars? I do too. Well, most of the time...

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"Paige?" Giles asked me a couple days after I had interviewed Tara, "Who else do you need to talk to?"

"Let's see, Xander, Spike, and -" I stopped immediately.

I clapped my hand over my eyes. "Anya! I forgot my plan about Anya! Stupid, stupid!.."

"Now, Paige, don't be too hard on yourself-"

"Giles!" I yelled, exasperated, "You don't understand!" "Anya might be my only ticket home!"

He looked at me in a way that I couldn't interpret, and took his glasses off and cleaned them; the way he does when he's frustrated or is trying to solve a problem.

"How about this: talk to Anya last. That way, your wish of getting to know your friends a little better can come true."

I had initially started doing these "interviews" because I thought I needed to befriend my family members and get them together in order to reverse the wish, when, in reality, all I needed to do was find the vengeance demon who granted the wish and make them undo it. That was why I needed to find Anya.

Even though I didn't really need to interview anyone, I had made a vow to myself: I was going to make these peoples' lives a little brighter before I left.

Opposite personalities or not, these people were family.

My family.

"Alright Giles. You have yourself deal."

"I need to find Xander."

"Where do you think he would be?" Giles asked.

"Hmm, well...in this universe, he would probably be a loser, and where would a loser work?"

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I was almost to the Doublemeat Palace when he appeared.

When they appeared.

"Here's a good one."

The voice sounded eerily familiar.

"SPIKE?!"

"I prefer William The Bloody."

I scrunched up my eyebrows. "William The Bloody, where have I heard that before?..."

"Wait a second, it's the middle of the day, how on earth are you not a pile of dust?"

I answered the question myself when I saw the Gem Of Amara on his finger. The ring makes vampire un-venerable to its normal weaknesses, such as being able to be out in the daylight.

"Ohhh...."

The next set of words came out of someone else's mouth, and they sent a chill down my spin.

"Can't we play yet?"

She appeared out of nowhere. And even though I had never met her, I knew exactly who she was.

Drusilla stepped out into the harsh daylight (okay, that was an exaggeration,) exactly like she had been described; another Gem Of Amara glistening on her ring finger.

"Not yet, love, not yet." He smirked.

"Wait a second! Drusilla? William The Bloody? That means..."

"You're EVIL?" I threw my arms up, "Fan-FREAKING-tastic!"

It was right then and there that their faces changed into the not-so-friendly vampire expressions.

They started to walk forward towards me. I tried to keep my feet glued to the ground, but I started to wobble backwards, taking little steps.

In my universe: Spike was alive, and a lot less evil than now. Drusilla, his insane, creepy, girlfriend, (Angelus made her, Spike was her boyfriend, they had this horrible three-way love triangle going on while Angel was evil,) was long dead.

In this universe: Since the Scooby Gang had never killed off Drusilla, Spike was still as evil as ever and they were still together, probably wreaking havoc in Sunnydale.

"You know, y-you aren't gonna take me out. I know the slayer!"

That only made Spike smirk harder.

"I'm gonna kill a little friend of the slayer. Can't wait to tell my friends."

I rolled my eyes, but then started to frantically run down the sidewalk.

"Where are the 'good timing squads' when you need them?!" I mumbled, running.

That is, until I ran into Mr. tall, dark, and handsome.

"Sorry, I-" I trailed off as soon as I saw who it was.

I let out a gasp. "Angel!" I immediately jumped up and wrapped my arms around him.

But I quickly uncoiled. "Oh god, you're not evil too, are you?"

"Evil? What are you."

"Angel!" I cut him off and yelled, squeezing him again.

"Who are you?"

"Paige is the name. And can you do me a favor, Angel?"

"What?"

I grabbed his sleeve.

"Run."

A/N: Will Angel and Paige make it out alive? Will Angel ever know why Paige knows his name? Find out next time in a new chapter of Displaced! Lol. Also random comment: or was It?