"I'm Miles. Pleased to meet you. I might have to hide out in your house for a while too, because we're supposed to have run off to Tibet together."

"Nice cover story. Plausible," she says, glancing between them. "Come on in, then. Need a hand with the stuff? We have a guest room in the basement."

"Thank you," says Yvette, smiling. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd appreciate it. Miles is the other vampire that I ensouled."

"No trouble at all."

She helps them haul Yvette's stuff down to the basement.

"And now I'm off to lie to Zeke," says Miles. "Back soon, I hope."

"Hopefully before sunrise, or you'll be extra crispy," she says, amused. She gives him a quick goodbye kiss, and then he's free to go lie to Zeke.

He laughs. And off he goes.

"Back so soon?"

"I felt like I should probably tell you, me and Yvette hit it off and we're going on a globe-trotting sex-filled honeymoon. Probably back in a few months or something, damned if I know."

Zeke cracks up. "Of course you are. Of course. Do I get a goodbye kiss?"

"Naturally."

Kiss.

"See you!"

"Bye!"

And back to Liesel's place he goes, in plenty of time to avoid the sunrise.

Excellent, Yvette much prefers the original recipe Miles.

Yvette has already settled in to the basement and put all relevant stuff away, they can just flop onto the guest bed for cuddles.

Cuddleflop!

Eeee!

"I feel like I should possibly be embarrassed that Liesel ruled us running away to Tibet together as 'plausible' after approximately thirty seconds of seeing us together, but. You know I'm really not." Snuggle.

"It was closer to five seconds, and I'm not embarrassed either."

Snuggle. Snuggle snuggle.

"It is very plausible," she agrees.

She can't help but notice that all of the humans are asleep (or trying to get to sleep) and are on the second floor, while they're in the basement. Alone. Hm.

Whatever shall they do about that?

Gosh, it's a mystery. She has absolutely no ide-

Yeah, okay, that's a dirty, dirty lie. She knows exactly what they shall do about that.

Souls turn out to improve the experience.

They really, really do.

The next evening, there is an expanse of road.

A sign next to it says 'Sunnydale: 11' and occasionally, cars speed by.

There is a person walking along the side of this road. He's dressed a little oddly, and watching his surroundings with a thoughtful, curious expression, the look of someone who doesn't quite belong.

Someone on a motorcycle spots him and slows down to stop a little ways in front of him.

He looks at the person.

"Yes?"