A/N: This is part One of the CLOSURE series. A sequel to ENOUGH, so please read that story before reading this or it won't make much sense. Thanks.

Disclaimer: You should know this belongs to Joss Whedon and the parties responsible for getting the show on the air.

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Bounty Hunter.

The demon ran all through the jungle, it's long tongue trailing off its mouth signaling that it had been running for quite a while. It swatted the branches off with its long claws, and was worrying about the large puddles of water that were under its feet.

It tripped over a branch and flew in the air, landing a few feet away. It looked around, searching for its stalker. There was no sign of him. As usual, it only heard the common sounds of the jungle. Different birds squeaking and some other animals going on about their business.

It slowly stood up, thinking that it had finally outrun its hunter.

Then an arrow came to bury itself on its shoulder. The demon cried out, and tried to pull the arrow out as soon as it began running. A second arrow landed on its leg, which caused it to trip over and fall once again. The demon huffed and growled. Its attacker knew precisely what kind of arrows to use in order to pierce its tough skin.

"All right, you disgusting creature!" Its attacker said, "It's time to pay the piper!"

A man with a military outfit crawled next to the demon, taking off his camouflaged hat. The man had black hair and an enormous mustache. He took out a knife and proceeded to cut out the demon's horns.

"Don't do that." A voice suddenly was heard. Both the man and the demon turned around. The demon sniffed the air and growled. The man looked around and prepared his crossbow.

"Who's there?" He shouted, "Who said that?"

"Shhow yoursssselffff." The demon hissed. It knew exactly who it was.

"This is my prey!" The man in the commando outfit screamed, "Back off!"

A sudden swirl of black flew across the demon, swatting the man's crossbow and slamming him away. The man spun around and fell unconscious. The figure in black stood up and turned around.

The demon growled some more.

"What'sss the matter, vampire?" The demon asked, "Can't hunt me on your own?"

The vampire chuckled a bit. He walked around and the demon noticed the rays of light showering the figure clad in black. A huge frown appeared on its face.

"What wizzzardry isss thisss?" The demon asked. Sudden recognition hit its face. In the past months, a rumor had grown in the underground world of demons. A word that spread itself about a certain creature. An urban legend. A vampire that walked in the sun and hunted demons.

"Sssspike?" The demon asked, with a certain hinge of fear in its voice. The vampire smiled and kicked it hard in the face.

"The one and only."

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India was a beautiful country. And a demon infested one.  Spike discovered that there was a business just waiting there to be discovered. Many governments in the world didn't have the benefit of a slayer living on their countries.

So Spike found that many of those countries paid to get rid of those demons, and occasionally, trap them. Yet, the vampire was on some level uncomfortable because he knew that the demons the turned in would be treated the way he was treated while being trapped in the Initiative.

But after receiving his first paycheck he forgot. After all, he did kill demons before without receiving any payment. After the first five months of hunting he had amassed a good amount of money. He now offered his services as a professional way.

After all, he was an immortal, invincible vampire. After two years of doing it, Spike thought that he had already found what to do for the next fifty years. The job provided the thrills of hunting, the violence of the fight, and sometimes, the rush of killing his prey.

However, he didn't think of himself as someone who helped humans. He only thought of how good it felt to be hunting again. He had found a balance in life that he had never felt before.

And he didn't remember a thing about Sunnydale.

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"Dawn! Are you ready?" Buffy asked, "We are late!"

The blonde was rummaging around the kitchen, trying to find her car keys. Both her sister and her were late for school. Buffy was on her final semester of business management and Dawn was about to begin her career. Literature. Buffy didn't know why had her sister chosen that career but she hoped that her little sister wouldn't change her mind at the middle of the semester.

"Coming, slayer." Dawn answered. She ran down the stairs and smiled at her sister. Dawn had grown up and was now way taller than Buffy. Her features had matured but she still had innocence on her blue eyes. The two girls hadn't changed that much.

"Ok, kiddo," Buffy smiled as well, "is Jeannie ready?"

Dawn nodded, picking a pop tart out of the toaster.

"She was just brushing her teeth," Dawn answered, swallowing her mouthful of poptart, "she'll be down in a few."

As if in cue, a young girl went down the stairs. She had black hair and big, almond eyes. She was small, almost as short as Buffy, with the same complexion as the older girl.

"Hi Buffy." The girl said. Buffy smiled.

"Hey, Jeannie," Buffy said, "Ready for school?"

"Yep," Jean answered, "as ready as I'll ever be."

"Everything packed?" Buffy asked. Dawn grumped a bit and Buffy turned around to see what was the matter.

"What's up Dawn?" Buffy inquired. Dawn was trying to close her backpack.

"Nothing," Dawn answered, "this bloody thing won't close."

Buffy sighed a bit and went over to help her. After tugging a bit with slayer strength she managed to zip up the backpack. The three girls went out of their house, still on Revello Drive, still on Sunnydale, California.

They hopped on a black Honda and drove off to school. Buffy dropped Jean on Sunnydale High and drove off to college. Buffy found a parking space and stepped out of the car.

"At what time do your classes finish?" Buffy asked. Dawn took out a piece of paper and looked at it.

"My last class is at 4," Dawn answered, "yours?"

"At 12," Buffy answered, "I'll go train after school. Call me to pick you up?"

Dawn nodded and waved off.

"Goodbye slayer."

Buffy sighed once again. Two years. Two years since Dawn had last called her 'Buffy'. They still got along and had a very good relation but Dawn refused to call her by her name. And the blue-eyed girl had also acquired some very colorful language. And her career choice.

Buffy suspected that it all had to do because of a certain influence.

The influence of the vampire who had been gone for three years now.

End of Chapter