THE RELEASE

Mya wakes up with a startle as her dream comes to an end. She looks around to see that it nearly isn't sundown yet; she still has a few hours to go. The dream is so weird to Mya. She knows that they all didn't like her, but did they all dislike her to the point of hate? She doesn't understand anything, and most of all; she doesn't understand what the hell it was that she did. Mya climbs out her rock hard bed and walks into the bathroom. Mya turns on the faucets and pours the water over her face to wash away the dreadful dream. She then grabs a towel and wipes her face off. She looks up at the mirror and sees something she hasn't seen in over 50 years.

                        "What the-" Mya says.

            She looks at her reflection in the mirror. 'I'm a vampire, I'm not supposed to have a friggin' reflection. Damn it, I haven't had one for over 50 years.' Mya thinks. She pats her face as she sees herself do the same in the mirror.

                        "Got ya there, didn't I?" The reflection speaks.

                        "Huh?" Mya responds.

                        "You don't have a reflection, dimwit." The reflection snaps.

                        "The First," Mya whispers.

                        "The one and only. By the way, I'm lovin' your body. [The First looks at itself]. It fits me well." The First boasts.

                        "What do you want?' Mya asks.

                        "Whoa, whoa! Don't flare the attitude. All I want is a little payback." The First answers.

                        "I don't know anything." Mya says.

                        "Don't try that bit, hun. It's not gonna work. I can read your mind. Kind of like the way you and your little friend do, but my way is involuntary." The First informs Mya.

                        "Spike." Mya whispers.

            Suddenly, the First morphs into Spike, with an evil grin plastered across his face.

                        "That's me. And as you already know, Spike used to work with me," The First says, "But, since that bloke Wood detriggered him, I don't have me an accomplice."

                        "What does that have to do with me? I'm not going to-" Mya tries to say.

                        "I don't another accomplice, if that's what you think. Damn sidekicks always backfire, anyways," The first interrupts. "I want my revenge."

            The First smirks with delight as it thinks of its great plan. The First already knows that it wanted, and it knows that the time for the plan to go into action is drawing near.

                        "Don't you dare hurt him," Mya threatens. "I've already done enough damage."

                        "That you have, love. But I've got a way for you to undo all of that damage." The First says.

                        "What?" Mya asks confused.

            But before Mya can make another move, the First has done a spell of some sort. Mya is hovering above the ground with an orange aura around her. She suspends in the air and is being constricted of movement. The First walks around Mya, pleased with what it sees.

                        "Don't be scared, love. I've got something to take care of, and you're just gonna help me do it," The First assures. "You see, it seems as if you've forgotten the first part of my proposition. My revenge. That still needs to be taken care of. And I know just the right way to do it."

The First continues talking as Mya hovers above the ground. She can't do anything but listen.

                     "You see, Spike could've had it good. He could've ruled the world with me, but no. He had to go around falling in love with the bloody slayer. 'Oh Slayer. How can I resist you? You are so beautiful. [As Buffy] Just kiss me why don't you, and then I can go about kicking your ass just the way you like it.' Now he's all angelic after being de-triggered. Little Miss Slayer kissed it and made it all better. But he's gonna pay all right. He's gonna get what he had coming to him." The First says grimly.

                     "What are you gonna do to him?" Mya asks afraid.

                     "Your little mate has a lot in store for him. And so do you my love, so do you." The First replies.

            Before Mya can think of something else to say, the First whips it hands about and starts the painful process. The First begins to drain Mya of her powers and is using it to its advantage. Mya's body begins to go limp as she quickly loses her power and strength. Just before Mya falls unconscious, the First stops.

                        "Lookin' good, aren't we?" The First beckons, "How 'bout a couple punches here," The first gestures a punch and it magically hits her as she grunts.

                        "And a kick here. And, ah yes, to top it off by slitting that annoying throat of your so you'll finally shut up." The First says annoyingly.

            The First motions to slit her throat and just as it does Mya falls unconscious. She has no more strength left in her body to withstand the torture anymore.

                        "Perfect," The First exclaims.

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Spike jolts awake as he hears a piercing scream. He sits at the edge of his cot and listens. But to his disappointment, he only hears the snoring of the potentials above him. He could've sworn that he heard screaming, painful screaming. He lets it pass and climbs back under the covers and returns back to his peaceful sleep.

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Mya appears at the front door of Buffy's home. She is still unconscious and she is now covered in bruises and blood. She mysteriously floats through the front door with the orange aura still lingering around her.

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Spike falls asleep quickly before being awakened by the opening of the basement door. He sits up and waits a couple moments to see who has come to his dark fortress. Spike doesn't get a response, but he hears something coming from the top of the stairs.

                        "What in bloody hel-" Spike groans.

            But before Spike can finish his sentence, a body comes tumbling down the stairs.

The sound of the body falling is sickening as it falls down the long flight of stairs. Finally, the body reaches the bottom and Spike looks over to see who it is. With his luck, it could be a bringer or something. The dim light reflects on the face of the suffering character.

                        "Mya," Spike whispers.

                        "Spike, don't let her-" Mya mutters.    

            But before Spike can get to her side, Mya explodes into dust. Spike sits there looking at the ground as the dust twirls about him. He can't believe that she is actually gone now, forever. And he doesn't even get a chance to say goodbye. Spike sits there as silent tears fall from his eyes.

            Everyone upstairs is unexpectedly awakened by the sound that came from the basement. Buffy rushes down the stairs to see what has happened, with a worried Dawn beside her. Dawn is the first to reach the basement as she soars down the stairs. She sees Spike sitting on the ground and she hopes that it was just a dream. Dawn hopes that nothing tragic has happened. 'It was probably just a dream, just a dream.' Dawn thinks. She kneels by his side hoping to comfort him.

                        "What happened?" Dawn whispers.

            The rest of the gang reaches the basement as they look on from the stairs. Spike looks at them and sees the confusion in their faces. He gazes over Dawn face before answering,

                        "She let go."