Encyclopedia Erotica By The Fan

"Yes, quite," said Wesley, the ex-Watcher. He was helping cleaning up the
house in the aftermath of the fight.

Willow, the beautiful redheaded witch stood near her lover, Tara. Both women
focused their power and lifted a fallen shelf without touching it.

Dawn, Buffy's teenage sister clapped. "I never get tired of watching them do
that," she said.

Fred, the girl whom Angel Investigations had rescued from a demon dimension
a year ago was helping Giles, Buffy's ex-Watcher fix up the books. "In the
right order," cautioned Giles.

"Of course," said Fred as she lifted the books and placed them on the right
shelf.

Buffy Summers was taking care of the wounds sustained by Angel. The vampire
with a soul had a nasty cut on his arm. "Does that hurt?" Buffy asked
gently.

"Not when you're helping," replied Angel.

Buffy blushed.

Spike sat on a couch nearby, smoking a cigarette. "You two make me sick," he
muttered under his breath. Watching Angel and Buffy together always made him
sick. He was jealous, though he would never have admitted it. Yeah, he had a
thing for Buffy. He looked around and saw Cordelia, the gorgeous brunette
was
smiling at him.

"Jealous boy playing left out?" she mocked him.

Spike looked at her, offered her his nastiest smile. "Well, I'm over it," he
said. "Wanna go on the Spike love machine? It rocks, y'know. Just ask
Buffy."
he grinned.

"Ew," said Cordelia and she walked away, pretending to be busy carrying a
tray.

Spike watched her go. "Cute butt," he said to himself, smiling. He stood
there, his vision spanning the entire room. Everyone was doing their own
thing and as usual he felt left out. He hated it. Well, their loss. He was
about to leave when he saw something strange. Marianne.

The girl was black and quite hot, but there was something wrong about her.
He could smell it on her. Something that did not belong. But try as he
might,
he could not put his finger on it. She was a prostitute, that much was
clear.