They arrived at her place within five minutes. Buffy and Spike get off his bike and run to join the others. They reach the stairway that leads to her floor. Up the stairs they flew and down the hall. Xander stops them when they reach the correct room. Buffy 'knocks' on the door and one of Glory's stupid minions opens it and just lets them in. Buffy was really hoping to kick the door in.
"Glory. Glory. Glory. Enjoying your trip back?"
"Actually. Except for the idiotic minions, Yeah. What are you doing back?" She said as she kills the minion that let them in.
"Going to kick you're ass. Enough with the small talk. Will. Do your stuff!"
Willow threw a potion at Glory and chanted a small spell in Latin. Glory fell back weak and that was Buffy's chance. Spike knew what to do if she needed him. She tossed him the bazooka and he kept it pointed at Glory during the fight. Never let it slip off of her once.
Buffy jumped at her, kicking her in the head in the process. Glory got back up and punched Buffy throwing her across the room. Spike looked worried, but knew HIS Slayer could manage. I like the sound of that. MY Slayer. Buffy bounced back and jumped for her again. This time with her knife handy.
Glory got a small scratch on her arm and she screamed for her minions. That was everyone else's cue. They grabbed their various weapons from their hiding places and stood ready. Spike tossed Buffy the bazooka and grabbed his own dagger. Buffy slipped the bazooka under a couch when Glory wasn't watching. It would be there when she was finished with her fun.
Buffy continued to battle with the arrogant blonde Goddess. Willow's spell was supposed to have worn off by now. Why wasn't she using her powers and why were there no crazy people around? Suddenly it dawned on Buffy. She had no powers other than annoyance and somewhat moderate fighting skills, but she was still a God. She could tell that by the way she fought. The Powers must have leveled the playing field. Thanks Guys.
"Wanna dance Glory." Buffy heard herself say. Her friends were too occupied to hear her, but Spike had. He smiled from across the room, fangs showing and everything. She smiled back and then put her 'game face' on.
"So you got you a new boy toy I see. I can't wait 'til he's dead. Guys, get the pale one!"
Suddenly seven of her minions jumped Spike at once. Buffy glanced over and saw he had control of it. Then she turned back to her game, Glory.
"You really think that a few helpless nimrods are going to kill that one. …News flash, he's already dead. And soon you will be too." Buffy gave her a swift kick in the head. "Only yours will be a little…" Punch in the stomach. "more…" Buffy kicks her feet out from under her. "permanent…" Hit to the head. "this time." Another blow to the gut. Glory was down for the count.
Buffy looked around and noticed that all her little minions were gone. "Now look who's all alone." Glory was standing back up by this time. "Don't you know when to give up?" Buffy kicked her arm. She heard the bones snap. Buffy smiled. She liked winning this game.
"Everyone out. Spike, get the bazooka. Under the couch." Anya, Willow, Tara, and Giles obeyed. Xander seemed annoyed that she let Spike handle the big gun, but he did as he was told. Spike grabbed it and handled the machinery with ease. Glory begins to stand back up, clutching her broken arm.
"You want the honors?" Spike shifted back to his human mask.
"I told you to STAY DOWN." Buffy kicks Glory in the head one last time. Glory falls to the ground and Buffy walks back towards Spike. "Nah, I've had my fun. Now your turn… sweetie."
Spike raised the bazooka and aimed it straight at Glory's head.
"You guys are sick." She screamed.
"Tell me about it." Buffy retorted. She grabs Spike and kisses him …hard. "Waste the bitch."
"With pleasure." Spike pulls the trigger and he and Buffy run out the door just as parts of Glory go flying around the room.
********************************************
As Glory shattered to pieces and flew around the room, a strange energy hit Buffy. She felt stronger. And suddenly, more powerful. She shook it off as adrenaline.
********************************************
A moment later, they came flying down the staircase and around the corner where her friends were waiting for them.
"So, what happened?" Willow asked.
"Well, she's in pieces they won't be able to put back together for several hundred years. Right Spike?"
"Are you sure?" Xander looks at Spike with hatred.
"Well, we made sure." Right then the whole building exploded behind them.
"We overloaded the Bazooka and left it in the room full of Glory up there." Spike finished for her, quite pleased with his Slayer.
"But, But the bazooka…Why?" Xander pleaded. That was his favorite toy.
"It's worth it to know that she's scattered around in a million pieces. Isn't it? Come on, Xander. She's the embodiment of evil. Only this time, in human form. Still a God, but no God-like powers Will. No sucking the brains from the innocent."
"Oh, then I guess we didn't need that spell." Willow said disappointed.
"Look. We came over-prepared and, …we all lived." She looked at Spike. "Well as much as some of us are living. And I think I like that part. Yes. I definitely like winning without anyone good dying. Let's go home guys. Spike, you mind taking me?" She winked at him.
"Nah, guess not. Let's go Bu-Slayer." Spike walked quickly to his bike. He was ready to be alone with Buffy again and finish that kiss from upstairs.
Buffy stopped, but Spike continues to walk. "See you tomorrow. Bye guys. Get a good night sleep. We all deserve it."
Spike yelled "Slayer, let's go." Buffy ran to catch up with him and hopped on his bike. They rode off.
"Something fishy's goin' on around here." Willow said to herself as they walked to Xander's car. Buffy was eager to leave. Too eager. She made a mental note to talk to Buffy about it in the morning as she got into Xander's back seat.
