She's not that innocent

"What?" asked Buffy, trying like hell not to keep her mouth open -- and nevertheless failing.

"She said she was Buffy Summers," said Jonathan as he stood there with what looked like a dress in his hands. "And apart from the black hair, she looks just like you."

"That's impossible," said Buffy. "I'm Buffy Summers."

"Yeah, right," said the self-proclaimed justice demon who called herself Buffy Summers. "By the way, your vagina is showing."

Buffy automatically yanked down the bottom edge of her sweater and tried to conceal her private parts from the view of Jonathan and the justice demon.

Then Buffy turned toward Jonathan and said, "Jonathan, please get out of here and take that dress you have to Kennedy. As much as I'd like to take it from you right now, there's no denying the fact that right now she needs it far more than I do."

"Okay," said Jonathan. "But what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to talk to Little Miss Dangerous over there for a bit," said Buffy. "Now go."

Jonathan started to go but then he turned and said, "I wouldn't have said yes, you know? Not even if she offered me --"

"It's okay, Jonathan," said Buffy. "I believe you. Now go to Kennedy. Right now she needs your help more than I do."

As Jonathan ran down the hall toward the library, the justice demon that looked like Buffy just smirked and said, "Do you really believe him or are you just saying that?"

"Why do you care?" asked Buffy.

"I don't," said the justice demon. "I'm just curious. If you just knew the type of stuff that Jonathan would do in the future... But then there's no point in telling you, is there? Even if I told you the truth, you'd never believe me."

"Why are you here?" asked Buffy. "Just to tempt Jonathan?"

"Well, if you put it that way, that takes all the fun out of it," said Justice Demon Buffy. "Actually I came here because I ran into Vengeance Angel Amy and she recommended this place."

"So you're a Vengeance Angel too," said Buffy. It wasn't a question.

"Yes, among other things," said Justice Demon Buffy.

"And why did you choose to become a Vengeance Angel?" asked Buffy.

"Why not?" asked Justice Demon Buffy. "You could only kill so many vampires before it gets old. Besides, as a Vengeance Angel, I get better health benefits. Instant healing, eternal youth, immortality -- all that's way better than anything I could hope to get as a Slayer."

"Are you serious?" asked Buffy.

"Well, there are other reasons too," said Justice Demon Buffy. "Joyce won't live forever, you know. Neither will Giles. Or Willow. Or Xander. Or even Dawn."

"Who?" asked Buffy.

"Oh, right," said Justice Demon Buffy. "You haven't met her yet."

"I have no idea who you're talking about," said Buffy.

"It doesn't matter," said Justice Demon Buffy. "The point is that all those people you love right now will eventually die. But Angel will live on. So will Spike. So will Drusilla. Why should those people get to dance on my grave when by all rights I should be dancing on theirs?"

"Wait a minute," said Buffy. "Don't you love Angel?"

"Oh, Buffy," said Justice Demon Buffy. "If only you knew."

"Knew what?" asked Buffy.

"Oh, you'll find out eventually," said Justice Demon Buffy. "Of course I could say that the main reason I became a Vengeance Angel is because it gave me immunity from nudity curses. But no doubt you'd think that was silly."

"No, I wouldn't," said Buffy. "I hate nudity curses. But what makes you think I'd be so **** as to go that route to escape a nudity curse? I mean, I don't have one right now."

"Well, yes, that's right," said Justice Demon Buffy. "But you see --"

Just then Faith Lehane walked around the corner and said, "Hi, B!"

Then she stopped.

"Why are there two of you, B?" asked Faith.

"Just lucky, I guess," said Justice Demon Buffy.

And with that, she dropped her dress, revealing to Faith that she wore absolutely nothing underneath it save for a gaudy necklace with an amulet attached to it -- and her shoes.

"Wow!" cried Faith. "I guess the carpet really does match the drapes -- even when you're a brunette."

Then she turned to blonde Buffy, pointed to brunette Buffy, and said, "I wish you dressed like that all the time."

"No, Faith, no!" cried Buffy.

But it was too late. Buffy could just tell by the smirk on brunette Buffy's face.

"Wish granted," said brunette Buffy.

And as the curse kicked in, brunette Buffy vanished into thin air with nothing more to note her passing but a black cloud of smoke that smelled like sulfur.