Get spied upon by Amy

"Oh my god!" said Amy to the brown-haired man by her table. "I know that lady. Willow used to show me sketches of her in -- er -- art class. She said that her name was Drusilla and that I should keep an eye out for her whenever I was outside after dark. She's supposed to be a vampire."

"A vampire?" scoffed the man who had earlier introduced himself as Ben Wilkinson. "Next thing you know, you'll be telling me she's also a witch."

"I'm not kidding," said Amy. "That rough customer in the chair must be her boyfriend Spike. He's supposed to be a vampire too. And poor Buffy doesn't even know it."

"Who's Buffy?" asked Ben.

However, Amy just ignored him.

"I gotta make this right," she said. "I never minded too much about putting Buffy through a few embarrassing moments -- okay, a lot of embarrassing moments -- but I never wanted to see her get killed. Please stay here, Ben. I gotta go do something."

Amy had never seen herself as a hero before but she really did not want to become an outright villain like her mother had been. True, it had been fun casting a spell and making Buffy do all sorts of things that she would normally never do in a million years. But now fun time was over and it was time to bring Buffy back to the real world so that she could defend herself. The only problem was that she very well could not cast a spell from across the room -- not at her current level of ability -- so she had to get closer. And of course, the closer she got, the more likely it was that the vampires would sense her.

Fortunately, the D.J. was playing a loud heavy metal tune. A tune that was so loud that Amy was quite sure that it would drown out the sound of her footsteps. Plus all their eyes were on the half-naked Buffy. Granted, Buffy was a memorable sight in her stripper heels and red underpants. So memorable that Amy almost wished she was more bi so that she could appreciate it more.

But what about Spike and Drusilla? Wouldn't they interfere with the spell Amy needed to cast?

Of course, they would. They would probably kill her too.

But not if she cast a spell on them first.

Let's see, she thought. Should she turn Spike and Drusilla into rats? Or voles? Or chickens? Or ducks? Or cuckoo birds? Or just turn the two of them into living statues? It was so hard to decide.

Anyway, she was close enough to at least try something. Perhaps the living statue spell.

She raised her arm to make the appropriate gestures but before she could get out the first syllable, a large cloth napkin was stuffed into her mouth. At the same time, both of her arms were roughly pulled down and held in an immobile position. Then Amy felt her neck being held in a chokehold and she could no longer see Spike and Drusilla. No, wait, Spike was right besides her, holding her arms. As to who was behind her and holding her in a chokehold...

"Mummy thinks it's very rude for people to sneak up on her," said Drusilla's voice in her ear. "And to try casting spells on her, well, Mummy thinks that's outright suicidal."