What happens next?

Drusilla Talks to Andrew

"Good evening," said the woman in the white dress. "My name is Drusilla and I'll be your killer tonight. Any final requests?"

"Er, yes," said Andrew. "What's wrong with Buffy?"

"Buffy?" said Drusilla. "You mean this dancer here really is the Slayer and not just a lookalike?"

"What's a Slayer?" asked Buffy and Andrew at the same time.

"Interesting," said Drusilla.

She turned toward Buffy. "You really don't know who I am, do you, Buffy?"

"Sure I do," said Buffy. "You're some crazy lady trying to horn in on my act. Well, I saw him first. You'll just have to wait your turn. Plus I don't think you're really his type."

"I am not a stripper, Buffy," said Drusilla.

"Of course you're not," said Buffy. "I am not a stripper either. I'm a dancer. And that girl over there, she's really a college student. And that other girl over there, she's really a -- "

"No, I mean I'm really not a strip -- Why am I justifying myself to you? You're going to be dead in about ten minutes."

"You're going to kill Buffy?" said Andrew.

"Of course I am," said Drusilla. "You too, for that matter."

"Well, that sucks," said Andrew. "I was hoping you might be able to break that spell she's under first but I guess there's probably no point in asking that now. After all, I probably couldn't do it so I bet you can't do it either."

"What? You're comparing yourself to me?"

"Well, I would understand if it was too difficult," said Andrew. "So I guess you might as well -- "

"Nothing like that is too difficult for me, you bloody idiot," said Drusilla. "Watch this!"

She turned back toward Buffy. "Hey, Buffy! Look into my eyes. Look deep into my eyes!"

Buffy just laughed. "I ain't doing nothing with you, crazy lady, unless you pay me. And anyway, you really need to stop calling me Buffy. The name is Anne."