A/N.- This is chapter Eight of the ENOUGH series.

Disclaimer.- You all should know this belongs to Joss Whedon and the parties involved in getting this show   on the air.

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Payback.

6 hours to deadline.

Willow had discovered the sites in which the cameras had been hidden by the geeks. They had even planted a camera in the Magic Box, which prompted Xander to witness the damage he had done to Anya. Buffy, Dawn, Wiillow and Xander had seen the state in which Anya was. She was drunk as hell and wailing to her demon friend Halfrek. Xander felt so miserable and hurt that he ran to the Magic Box and tried to make ammends about their relationship.

At that, Buffy felt a little odd because she had tried to blame Spike for the cameras. Speaking of Spike, she had not seen him since that incident outside her house. And she didn't know how that made her feel. He had been sort of a friend and had withstood everything that she threw his way.

Maybe she'd reconsider about looking for him.

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5 and a half hours to deadline.

Warren had looked everywhere for the vampire, and he was now carrying a crossbow and a gun, in case there was any trouble. He had been on the run from the police, which seemed to have his photo en every police car and they had the license plates. Another gift from Spike, he guessed. So there was only one last place to go and look for the vampire. A bar he had known about ever since Andrew began researching about the demon population in Sunnydale. A place called Wily's. As soon as he found the place he noticed that most of the attendance were not humans. He cautiously entered the place and looked around. Most vampires eyed him appreciatively as they were thinking about dinner. Some other demons just looked at him as prey. But Wily just laughed at him.

"What are you doing here, boy?" Wily asked. Warren lost no time and took out his gun and aimed it at Wily's face.

"I'm looking for Spike," Warren said, "tell me where can I find him?"

Wiily just kept staring at the gun in front of his eyes and cleared his throat. He didn't know what to do. But he remembered that Spike was chipped and was actually no problem at all.

"He was here a few hours ago. He nicked some whiskey and blood and got out of here."

Warren snickered and ran outside the bar. It had been a waste of time, and it seemed that Spike was ten steps ahead of him. As soon as he got outside he felt how someone got hold of his arms and slammed him to the wall. He almost blacked out from impact and tried to reach for his weapons. Of course, he wasn't fast enough and he lost his crossbow and his gun in a few seconds. He didn't want to look up, because he knew who was doing this.

"How did you get the chip out, Spike?" Warren asked, still not looking up.

"So you knew what the soddin' thing did?" Spike answered, and relaxed to light up a cigarrette. Warren just snickered and wiped his nose, which was bleeding.

"It was pretty much obvious after analyzing it." He now looked up and could not see the vampire's face. Only a slight contour made visible by the glow of the cigarrete in the night.

"Well, it's gone now." Spike said, inhaling smoke. He leaned over and blew the smoke in Warren's face. The young man coughed a bit and tried to move. Spike made him stand still by slamming him against the wall one more time. Warren coughed up and tried to focus a little bit. He then saw the eyes of the vampire in front of him. They were glowing yellow.

Fear crept all over him. He had never seen a vampire up this close and so angry. Had he know the story of William the Bloody he'd be certainly soiling his pants.

"One thing, boy," Spike growled, "I'm certainly tempted to kill you, but you won't get away so easily."

Spike slammed his fist into Warren's face, but not strong enough to send him into unconsciousness.  The next hit went into Warren's gut, cutting off his breath intake. Just as soon as Warren was expecting another punch he saw that Spike was walking away from him. He lost no time and began heading to his van, maybe he could run over the damned vampire and then run away from town. But his plan was cut short when he saw that the four tires were flat on the floor and every window was crashed. He wouldn't go far in that vehicule. His anger rose and grew into a murderous rage. He didn't know where could the vampire go but he at least thought of a place where he could extract revenge.

The slayer's house.

So he ran there. He ran with all the speed his legs could give.

4 and a half hours to deadline.

Warren had ran to the Summers' household but he had not seen the vampire anywhere. And since the slayer was mostly a night bird he had to wait a while until there were no witnesses around. He had lost all semblance of sanity and was now only wanting to hurt those he knew were slightly important to Spike. The vampire's reputation clearly stated that he was the slayer's lapdog, so by hurting her he knew he'd hurt the damn vampire. So he waited for the slayer to be asleep or careless.

He'd wait for as long as it took.

1 hour to deadline.

The slayer had taken her time in getting home and falling asleep. It seemed as if she had been wandering the whole town because she seemed tired. Or so Warren thought, he was too immersed in his own personal fantasy about tearing the slayer's throat out. He took out his swiss army knife, the only weapon he had left, and proceeded to climb up the tree. As soon as he got halfway to the tree a light shone suddenly and illumminated the spot in where he was. He couldn't see what was going on but he decidedly heard the words   that were spoken next.

"Get down that tree and put your hands in the air!"

He laughed desperately. The kind of laughter mixed with tears that came when desperation and panic took over a human being. He just left himself fall off the tree and walked to where a few police cars made their appereance. Two policemen came running and threw him to the ground, where they placed the handcuffs in his wrists.

He looked up at them and snickered.

"I'd ask but let me guess, an anonymous phonecall?" Warren said.

The officer just stared at him.

"Quit trying to be a smartass! You're under arrest!" The policeman said and dragged Warren to the car. At that point the four girls inside the house came outside.

Buffy walked to the police officer and saw that they had someone handcuffed in the back of the car.

"What happened, officer?" Buffy asked, curious to know who was in the car.

"Sorry to disturb you, miss," the officer said, taking off his hat, "but we received a call about a stranger lurking in the shadows, and we came over and found this creep climbing up your window."

Buffy sighed, and the first thought that came to her mind was that Spike was the man cuffed in the car.

"May I see the man you arrested?" She asked. The officer gave her a puzzled look and nodded. Buffy approached the car and frowned when she saw that it wasn't Spike. However, the man inside the car was someone she knew.

"Warren?" she whispered.

"Do you know this man?" the policeman asked.

Buffy nodded.

"We went to the same high school." She answered, anxious to know what was going on.

"Well, this thwerp is in for some major offences," the officer said, "he made some pretty gruesome things, but don't worry miss, he won't go anywhere near you."

"What did he do?" Buffy asked.

The officer seemed a little uncomfortable, but he thought that since the offender had been caught outside her window, she deserved a little explanation.

"He made some very disturbing things, miss, nothing you need to know about," the officer told her, "he will be in jail or some mental institution for a long while, next to his two sick friends."

The policeman waved Buffy goodnight and stepped inside her car. But Buffy still had one more question.

"Excuse me, officer, " Buffy said as the officer rolled his door window down, "but who made the phonecall?"

"It was anonymous, miss," the policeman said, smiling, "but I'll tell you this, the caller had a strange accent, probably from England."

Buffy smiled and the policemen took off. The sirens turned off and their lights dissappeared down the road.

Buffy stared at them and then turned around to where their friends were standing in the front porch. She was about to fill them in when she felt the familiar tingle. She didn't know what to do and she was so tired to find out about it. However, when she turned around she saw nothing. She'd have to talk to the vampire aboout the things he had been doing. But tonight she was tired and she didn't want to think about  many things.

In the distance, Spike saw the whole thing coming to an end. His plan had worked out and everything was under control. He even had some thirty minutes until deadline.

The 24 hours had been spent cleverly, but there were some other things he had to do.

He had taken care of the geeks but now it was the scoobies' turn.

It was payback time.

End of Chapter.