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I really can't begin to explain my mental state, least not when those two are in the same room. I'm with one of 'em, fine, everything's crystal clear. But throw both birds together and well...things get foggy. Honest, feels like there's one hell of a tustle going on in my head, but I already know the cure for that

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After spending time with Giles and Dawn in the living room, I had to get out of the house. Not only was all of Dawn's news exceedingly getting more and more upsetting, the fact was that there was still a Buffy hovering over my head as long as I stayed downstairs...literally.

...and I sure as hell wasn't going upstairs to see her.

I had a lot of sadness in me, but I also had a lot of rage, and I always know that the streets of Sunnydale are a good place to get that out. There's always something to hit. Always a demon to kill.

That's one thing about a Hellmouth, constant stress relief.

...and just when I think I may actually have to go in before I got to have the aforementioned relief, I round the corner of an alley near one of Sunnydale's graveyard and see the one punching bag I had been yearning for all night.

Spike.

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I catch his scent before I see him, but it doesn't surprise me. Only so long before we'd run into eachother or he'd come looking for me. I smirk, the corner of my mouth curling up as I turn my head, then my body. There was a time when I would have been terrified to stare him down, but he's different now, softened up. Don't get me wrong I know for a fact he's the same beast, always was, always will be.

"well...Angel. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I said the word pleasure with no lack of sarcasm, but of course it wasn't needed. We both knew this wasn't a tearful reunion.

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"Hardly a pleasure Spike, you're still too big to fit in an ash tray

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I roll my eyes. Atleast before he had a soul he had some sortof sense of humor. Of course he'd always been a borish asshole, too.

Always barking orders. Takes for granted he's in my territory now, doesn't he? No one asked him to come here, I know that for sure, the scooby gang likes him just about as much as they like me. Which I take from recent observation, is not much at all.

"ooh you're awful scary, that the menace you use on all those mamby pamby demons in LA?" Sure the last thing I want is to see Dawn harmed, but I'm not telling him that. He wouldn't believe me at all, and besides it's to much fun making him get all puffed up and angry.

"well maybe that works where you've been, but I don't give a damn what you do." He knows good and well he wouldn't stand a chance against the both of us. "In fact, peaches, I think you ought to be the one watching your step round here. This ain't your town anymore."

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Cocky bastard really thinks he's got me on the ropes now, well it'll take more than that to take me-

Suddenly everything's burning from the inside out, pain like nothing's ever hurt and my mouth drops open and I think he must have staked me somehow, cuz obviously I don't know what that feels like.

I ball my fists at my sides and scream.

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I'm totally relishing the moment. I fully intend in the next few seconds to rid history of Spike. It will make me feel better, and ultimately make the world a better place.

But before I can even make a move, Spike starts screaming. The shock of the noise is so much it even forces me relax my grip. That sound...it's not a cry of anger.

It's a cry of agony.

I feel heat eminating off of Spike, and I drop him to the ground, and step back.

He's writhing in pain. Normally I'd enjoy this.

...but I didn't do it.

What the hell?

But the scene, the vibe in the air.

It's all too familiar. I've seen this happen before. I've felt this happen before.

I've felt it happen to me.

Suddenly the amount of agony that fills Spike is equal to the amount of terror and dread that fills me. I can do nothing but take to steps backwards in shock.

After that, the only thing I can do to save my peace of mind is to turn and run.