I own nothing. NOTHING! Also, this takes place about a month after The End is Here, so I'm thinking early June 2003.

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"Did you get the right ingredients like I asked?" the woman's voice snapped, harshly.

"I got them." the vampire said handing over the bag.

The woman began to fish through them: toad's eye, worm wood, amulet of the lower planes, even a fresh bottle of virgin's blood. Yep, it was all here. She had absolutely everything she needed. She looked back to the vampire, still in its demon face and smiled seductively.

"You did a good job." She stated, "I think you should get your reward now."

The vampire began to purr as the woman walked backwards licking her lips. He had done what this human had wanted and now he was going to get laid. That and he was going to drink her dry.  And whatever spell she had cooking up was going to make him invincible. Stupid bitch. He'd kill her and perform the spell on his own. He followed after her, every motion a model of predatory grace. She was still smiling as she leaned up against a wall, her tight black dress riding up slightly as she put her leg on the wall. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"You know baby, it's been a great relationship what with the sex and all, but I think we ought to break it off for a while. I have big plans for this town. I'm going to make the Slayer beg at my feet. That and I'm going to rape and kill you." The vampire hissed as he walked closer smiling.

The woman returned the smile, "Wow. Big plans. Too bad you walked onto that pentagram."

The vampire was confused, but then screamed in pain as lightning in the shape of a pentagram fired up burning and electrocuting him until he became dust. The woman smiled.

"Vampire dust. Last ingredient on the list." She giggled. She walked over and dumped the toad's eye and worm word on the dust and put the amulet around her neck. She uncorked the virgin's blood, poured some on the pentagram's contents, and coated her hands in face in the rest. She looked at the contents of the pentagram and waved her hand.

"Comburo." She said in Latin, making the pentagram and everything inside catch on fire. The smoke was of a thick and dark black composition. It smelled horrible, yet she tolerated it and even kneeled before it, chanting.

"Lord of Lies, Lord of Flies, Bring thyself here before my eyes. With this unearthly fire and smoke, with the stench to disgust and choke, I call you here at my yoke. Prince of Fire, I raise thy ire, come before this dark lyre." She chanted.

Suddenly, she was not alone. There was something there in the dark. Something she could not see completely, but still she was filled with dread. Something shifted in the flame and smoke. She backed up on instinct.

"Why have you summoned me?" the thing in the fire asked, with a seemingly normal voice. It sounded somewhat like Willem Dafoe. Still it was altogether frightening.

"I-I-I—"

"State your business, witch. I have more pressing matters to attend to." The voice snapped making the woman flinch.

"I-I want power." The woman said, gathering up her courage.

"How droll. I suppose the standard soul exchange will be satisfactory." The creature in the smoke and flame asked.

"Yes. Anything, as long as I'm more powerful than that Rosenberg bitch." The witch growled.

"Jealousy? How mortal." The thing in the flame said in a disinterested voice.

"Don't mock me demon! I summoned you here and as long as you are here you're at my beck and call!" the witch said, finding courage.

"Yes, but that hardly requires that I listen to your incessant bitching." The thing laughed.

"Shut up! You don't know what it's like to be me! I've studied the Black Arts for as long as I can remember! I've done magick since I was able to talk and yet SHE gets better than me in no time at all!" the young witch screeched.

"Oh. How quaintly disinteresting."

"It's not fair! I want power and I will sell my soul to get it if I have to. Enough to be able to grind that stupid Rosenberg's face into the ground. Even enough to deal with the Slayer if she tries to get involved." The witch said, spitefully. That caught the demon's attention.

"The Slayer? Which one?" the creature asked.

"Huh?" the witch asked.

"The name. Which Slayer?"

"Buffy Summers. Why's that important?" the witch asked.

"Because, things just got much more mouth watering. I'll give you the power you want. I won't even ask for your soul, as long as you can do something else for me to pay my price." The thing explained.

The witch's dress hit the floor.

"I can handle tentacle porn. Anything for just enough power to beat out Willow." The nubile, young witch replied.

"Nothing so messy my dear. You just have to get the Slayer to Hell and I'll take care of the rest."

"Get the Slayer to Hell?" the witch asked, confused.

"Open a portal, kidnap someone close to her, I don't care how. Just get her to Hell and I'll make you more powerful than a Sorcerer Supreme could ever dream of being. Is that satisfactory?" the thing asked.

"And you won't take my soul?" the witch said, somewhat wary.

"I'll have what I want. You'll get what you want. We'll call it even."

"How do I know you can be trusted?" the witch asked.

"You don't. But then again how can I trust you to get her to me?"

"Because I want power." The witch replied.

"Well I want the Slayer."

The witch looked at the thing in the swirling smoke and smiled.

"Deal." She said.

"Good. How soon can I expect the Slayer to show?"

"Give me some time. I'll handle it." The witch stated, as she pulled on her dress.

"I sincerely hope you don't let me down. At the path you're going down, I expect you'll show up here soon enough and if I'm let down, I can make your afterlife miserable."

"Don't worry. She'll be there. But the moment she shows up in Hell, I want my power, alright?" the witch asked.

"You have my word, Ms…"

"Madison. Amy Madison."

"Well Amy, the word of Mephisto is as good as gold and just as precious."