Xander didn't know how long he had been running or where too. All he knew was that he had to get away from Sunnydale away from all of them. Out of no where an arm snapped out. Suddenly the world spun around and Xander was lying face down in the grass.

" Who ever did that must have a death wish." He growled. Even with the grass blocking his mouth one could easily sense the growing anger in his voice.

Looking up Xander saw a smirking man who looked to be about his age. Long sloppy red hair covered most of his face except for his mischievous green eyes. A short leather trench coat barely hid two gleaming short swords attached to his belt.

" Who the fuck are you." Xander said angrily

" Someone that knows what your going through," the stranger said, with the smirk ever present "right now your scared, I can feel the fear coming of you in waves."

" One last time. Who are you!" Xander snarled

" A friend." The stranger replied raising his arm. Clearly tattooed into his skin was the smooth right side up unke on his wrist. Only his was imposed over a clenched gauntlet.

Looking to his own wrist Xander saw it glowing slightly. "All right, you got my attention."

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"Stupid git, you know he doesn't care about you, why do you waste your time?" Spike grumbled. It was funny enough seeing the infamous William the Bloody watching Passions but watching it with a 15 year old girl was the icing on the cake.

"It's great that you got a new TV Spike, I can't believe those demons smashed it." Dawn said eyes glued to the screen at all times.

" Well I' cost me a bit but it's bloody well worth-" just as Spike was about to finish his sentence the door came flying off it's hinges and landed smack dab on the new television.

"BLOODY HELL!" Looking to the ceiling Spike shook his fist. " YOU JUST CAN'T STOP SCREWING ME OVER!"

" Oh I wouldn't blame him."

Whipping around Spike saw only two glowing red dots.

"Who the 'ell are you?" Spike growled

" Oh come now William; don't tell me you don't remember me. After all you did help to cast me into hell." The stranger whispered

" Look bloke, I don't know who the 'ell you think I am but the only person I had anything to do with that was cast into hell is Angelus."

" My lord you gave it up. You gave up all your powers. Well this is a most interesting development. Now who could have taken on the mantle of Fear, most likely that Scottish pig Gu-" the stranger was cut short when a metal bat came slamming into his face. Spike raised the bat for a second attack but found himself impaled on a Claymore.

" Well... I'll be damned avn't seen a Claymore in years." Spike gurgled. At that time he was having a hard time talking with his own blood flooding his mouth.

The stranger yanked his sword up and carried Spike with him into the crypt where he promptly stabbed the sword into the wall until the hilt was pressed firmly into Spikes stomach, his blood for a puddle at their feet.

"I have just hit a lot of major organs as well as jarring the nerves in your spine, not to mention that I have pinned you like a butterfly. So I think I can trust you to not go anywhere." The stranger whispered into Spike's ear.

The stranger turned around only to have a chair broken over his head by Dawn. This hardly stunned him, grabbing Dawn by the neck he lifted her into the air.

"Naughty naughty Girly. Hitting a stranger on the head with a chair, I tell you, children these days have no manners." The stranger said his voice barely a whisper bringing her down until they were face to face he stroked her cheek with his other hand "now the question that arises is what can I do to correct that problem."

To be continued

You would not believe the writer's block that has fallen upon me.