A Wiccan's Revenge
Authors note --

VERY important -
Spike hasn't realized he's in love with Buffy - There is no Dawn - No Glory yet - Riley broke up with Buffy but hasn't left Sunnydale - Joyce has passed - Giles owns the Magic Shop already - Willow and Tara live with Buffy.
After you read those please enjoy the story.

Chapter 1 - The Art of Fighting

Spike sat in his crypt just smoking and watching passions. He had hated this. Having a chip, basically being neutered. Not good enough that the slayer didn't even want to stake him. He was alone in this world. No Dru to love, no Angel and Darla to make mass destruction with. Not even anyone to have a decent massacre with.
Unlife sucked. Just as that thought entered his mind his crypt door swung open to reveal Clem and a armful of chicken wings. "Hey Spike." He greeted coming into the dimmed room.
At least Clem can walk out in sunlight. Spike thought. Oh great now I'm having Clem envy. He scolded himself.
He walked over to help Clem with the wings currently in hand. He went over to the make shift kitchen and opened the 50 year old fridge he had taken from the junk yard and pulled out two beers. He handed one to Clem. "Thanks."
Spike simply nodded then walked over to watch television with Clem.

Anything going on in the demon world that I'm unaware of?" Spike said opening his beer.

"Well..." Clem started. "... new demon in town but he's a wimp in my opinion, I mean please whoever thought of wearing red with blue is beyond me. A vampire cult group were found all dusted. Work from the slayer I suppose. There is some witch gaining some serious force, but I doubt anything big will happen. Willy was caught in bed with a Charif demon..." Spike looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Don't even ask me how that worked." Clem said before Spike could say anything then continued. "Oh and Willy's girlfriend was the one that caught them in bed and she ended up in prison for attempted murder, even though the cop don't know anything about the Charif demon..." Clem had went on for a good half hour before he had gotten it all out of his system.
Spike was thanking the gods he had quit with his yapping. Before Spike had gotten his chip he would have killed someone if they talked that much but Clem had became his only friend.

"Want to go to Willy's bar and play kitten poker?" Clem asked threw the empty box that he had recently contained the wings aside. Spike thought for a moment then Spoke.

"No thanks, Clem. I'm going to go take a walk."

Clem had left to go win some kittens at the bar and Spike went to take a walk to clear his head. He swore if he wasn't immortal he would die of pure stress and pent up anger that he wasn't able to unleash on except for demons.
Spike walked aimlessly through the empty cemetery. The gravestones taunted him as they lay there in peace and he had to deal with this hell of a town. The air was unusually thick and smelled of death. That part Spike didn't mind but everything else was bugging him.
Spike wandered and looked at all the tombstones. Looking at all the names he realized that these people are killed and no one really notices. Someone dies everyday and after a while it doesn't matter anymore, people forget, move on and leave you behind. You end up just being a distant memory, then if you happen to have been bit you turn evil unwillingly, you lose your soul and you spend a long time scratching your way out of the coffin only to have your hands tear up and then after that long fight the moment you crawl out of the grave the Slayer dusts you again with out a second thought.
If you somehow get out of the grave without the Slayer sticking a pointy stick through your heart, you either become a minion or get dusted in a day or two.
If the vampire who turned you didn't like you , you would become a minion then you are pushed around, ordered and they use you for sex. If they do like you they treat you like apart of their family Like Dru, Darla and Angel had done. Then you feel like you are on top of the world. But getting there is so hard and excruciating.
Spike had worked so hard to become a master vampire only to get it taken away from who? by a shiny piece of metal they shoved in your brain.
As Spike thought he hadn't realized that he was about to cross paths with Buffy, before either one of them knew it they had ran right into each other landing them both on the ground. Buffy mumbled a few things before getting up and dusting her self off. Spike jumped up and he realized he didn't want to deal with her.

"Watch where you're going blood breath." She said before putting the stake she had in her hand back into her pocket.

"Whatever Slayer. Don't start I'm not in the mood for your shit."
Buffy felt how tense he was.

"What's your problem?"

"Why do you care?" He asked pulling out a cigarette. Buffy thought for a moment and she wasn't sure why she had asked but something must have made her say it.

"I don't." She said crossing her arms. As she said that a group of vamps circled them. Buffy had been to wrapped up in why she wanted to care about Spike that her senses were down.

"Well, well, well." One of them said. Buffy assumed he was the ringleader.

"I smell humans." He said with a fangy filled smile.

"Correction." Spike interjected. "Human. Singular. Vampire." He said referring to himself." With that Spike attacked one while Buffy side kicked the another in the face. Spike punched the one that he had been currently fighting. He looked quickly on the ground till he found a stick. Grabbing it he quickly shoved it into the vampires chest.
Buffy had been successful and dusted two. There was one left and it looked nervous as Buffy and Spike stood there sizing him up. Before Buffy or Spike could get to him he ran off.

"Smart of him." Buffy said trying to get the remained dust off her new leather pants.

Buffy walked into her house hanging her jacket on the coat hanger that was placed by the door. Thinking everyone was asleep she automatically went into the kitchen to get something to eat. Slaying always made her hungry as a horse.
The moment she was in the kitchen she saw Willow sitting at the counter drinking tea.

"Hey Willow." Buffy said walking over to the fridge. "What are you doing up?" She asked as she stuck her head into the fridge looking for something edible. Three people lived in the house not to mention three girls and yet they never had anything in the house.

"Just couldn't sleep, I thought I would make myself some chamomile tea." Buffy nodded understandingly before opening the freezer door. To her surprise she found a pint of Chunky monkey ice cream. Her favorite.
Buffy opened a drawer and pulled out a spoon before taking a seat next to Willow.

"So how was patrol?" Willow asked turning to Buffy and taking a sip of her tea.

"Weird." Buffy stated as she took the lid off the container in front of her.

"How is that?" Willow asked with a scrunched eyebrow.

"I think Spike is going through some weird Vampire mid-unlife crisis."
Willow giggled at that

Tara stood at the doorway. to the kitchen clocked by the dark.
She watched as the two laughed and talked. Tara wasn't liking this one bit.

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