Revenge

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Summary: Someone is pissed.

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When he heard the gunshots, Gunn dropped the bag of groceries he was carrying. He turned the corner of the house just in time to deck the short brunette man running through the back yard. He kicked the gun away from the little creep and wrenched his arms behind his back.

Cordelia, who was still next to the car, pulled out her cell phone and called the police. Wesley ran to help Gunn.

"Wes!" Gunn shouted. "Bring me a rope or something!" Wesley ripped the belt from his waist as he ran past and threw it at the large man holding the smaller man firmly on the ground. Wes continued to the back door and pulled it open, fearing the worst. His fears were realized when he saw the carnage inside. He gulped when he saw all the blood on the kitchen floor and started taking inventory to see who the blood belonged to. His blue eyes tracked Angel who knelt on the floor in a puddle of blood next to a brunette whose face Wes couldn't see. Fear stopped his heart until he saw an uninjured Fred next to Spike, who was cradling an injured Buffy in his arms. It appeared that the slayer had a wound in her shoulder but she was awake and talking. Spike had blood covering most of his torso and arms. He'd been injured when the bullet that had struck Buffy passed through her body and lodged itself in his side. Only some of the blood covering him was his own, the rest belonged to the slayer. The vampire appeared to be in shock. Xander was lying on the floor behind them, unconscious, with blood oozing from a bullet hole high in his chest.

Giles rushed in from the living room followed closely by Willow.

"Bloody Hell, we're too late. Willow, hurry, see to Dawn. I'll check on Xander." Spike's head jerked up at the elder Watcher's words.

Willow elbowed Angel out of the way and crouched next to Tara beside the gravely injured teenager. The dark vampire stumbled backwards thudding hard against the wall. Pain jolted through his body and he passed out, bleeding from a chest wound.

Willow looked at Tara and in unison they closed their eyes. Willow clasped Tara's right hand with her left and they placed their other hands over the bullet wound in Dawn's abdomen. The two witches started chanting in Latin. Slowly the hole began to close. The bullet rose out of the girl's body and floated in the air above it while the wound erased itself. Dawn took a sudden deep breath as life flowed back into her body.

Spike carefully lowered Buffy into the chair and made his way through the people to Dawn. He noticed the bullet still hovering in the air and drew it into his hand closing his fist over it.

"Red, is she okay?" He asked hoarsely.

"It was close. I think she was dead for a second but she's back now. I think she'll be all right." At her answer, he turned and headed for the back door. Buffy noticed where he was going and panicked. It was still daylight outside. Spike would be fried if he set foot out there.

"Spike! No. The sun." She gasped.

He turned to her and smirked. The magic he'd been unconsciously suppressing the past couple of days came rushing back. With a wave of his hand the sky outside became overcast with heavy clouds, making it safe for him to walk outside without burning. The door opened for him and he stalked out in search of the assailant. Gunn was still holding Warren down on the ground, having tied his hands behind his back with Wesley's belt. He looked up as Spike approached.

"Let him go." The order was harsh and unyielding. Gunn shook his head.

"Can't do that man. Gotta hold this creep for the police." He argued.

Spike looked at Gunn for a moment. Gunn felt himself rise up into the air and gaped as he flew backwards, landing with a soft plop on the ground. The belt restraining Warren unwound itself from his hands. He stood up and turned to face the very pissed off vampire.

"Now look, she had it coming. You know it as well as I do. She's been nothing but a pain in the ass for a while now. Come on. You should be thanking me." Warren began to fear for his life when he saw the look in Spike's eyes.

The blond vampire glided across the grass, power radiated from every inch of his lean muscled body. Fury blazed from his dark blue eyes. Menace surrounded him like a cloak. This was the vampire of old, William the Bloody, Spike the Slayer of Slayers. He was back and he was pissed.

"Shut up!" Spike ordered.

Warren's mouth sealed itself causing his eyes to widen in panic. He noticed fearfully the lightening beginning to spark from Spike's fingertips. He tried to turn and run but his feet felt as if they were attached to the ground. Spike raised his hand and lightening wrapped itself around Warren. He tried to scream but it was muffled by his sealed mouth.

Gunn started to approach Spike but was stunned when Spike made a motion with his hand and he was shoved back down. Giles walked calmly out of the house, his focus on the blond vampire torturing Warren.

"Spike. Stop." Giles ordered. "Stop now and I won't have to hurt you."

Spike spoke without turning. "No. He hurt Dawn and Buffy. He's going to suffer. Then he's going to die." He was very calm. He tilted his head for a moment. He opened his links and discovered more of Warren's victims. His rage increased. His handsome features contorted into game face. Seeing the look in Warren's eyes, he shook the demon away. "Don't worry little man, no way in hell would I bite you. You are not going to die that easy."

To Giles he continued. "He shot Angel and Xander. You really think I'd let him get away with it? You know me better than that. Come on, Ripper. Tell me you don't want a piece of him. He tried to kill your slayer again."

The former Watcher controlled his own need for violence against Warren, knowing he had to save Spike from the murderous rage consuming him.

Giles raised his hand, releasing a volley of blue lightening into Spike's body. He jerked as the bolts hit him. Spike's stream of lightening on Warren was disrupted. He raised a hand and deflected the lightening back to the Watcher, knocking the older man off his feet.

The blond advanced on Giles. "That bloody hurt, old man. Give it up. You can't defeat me. Your borrowed magic is no match for mine. I don't want to hurt you Rupert."

Giles got back up and tried again. "Spike. You have to stop. If you do this, if you kill him, you cannot return to the coven. The high priestess very much wants you to come back." He pleaded, before sending another volley of lightening at the vampire, this time knocking him off balance. With a growl of rage, Spike sent a wave of power that threw Giles against the side of the house, knocking him out. Warren tried again to run, but his feet were still firmly planted on the ground.

Spike turned back to him. He sauntered over to stand in front of Warren. His voice was deceptively soft. "Oh no, you don't. You are going to stay right there until I kill you. You little wanker, how dare you come into my home and injure my family, my Sire? Who the hell do you think you are going around and waving a gun, shooting innocent people? You think you're the big bad in Sunnyhell? Guess what, little boy, I AM THE BIG BAD. I'm your worst nightmare. All you did was make a fool of yourself and piss off one of the most feared master vampires in history. That little chip they stuck in my head to prevent me from hurting humans? It doesn't work anymore. Isn't that just... neat? And you know what else? Remember your friend Jonathan and his pathetic little magic tricks?"

Circling around his captive, Spike waited for Warren's nod. He leaned over Warren's shoulder as if telling a secret. "Not only am I a very bad-tempered vampire, I'm a really, really powerful wizard. I can do things to you just by thinking of them. Do you want to know what I can think of?"

Warren shook his head frantically.

"Well, that is too bad. I have a very good imagination." He moved back in front of the trembling human.

Spike held up his fist and released the bullet, letting it hover before the little creep's terrified eyes. He smiled unpleasantly at his victim. Shivers of terror ran down Warren's spine.

"Do you know how if feels to have one of these digging into your flesh. It hurts. A lot. I should know because, if you will be so kind to notice, the one you shot into Buffy now resides in my side. It digs into your body. Forcing its way into you causing excruciating pain as it moves through the flesh."

He levitated the bullet in front of Warren's chest, inching it closer until it rested against the material of his shirt.

"This one is the one that went into Dawn. It defiled my little girl, my SISTER, damn you. It dug into her, damaging her, even killing her for a moment. The witches cured her and got this obscene little piece out of her body. Don't you think it would be better off damaging you?" With a flick of his finger he sent the bullet digging into Warren's chest heading for his heart. The tiny chunk of lead very slowly forced its way into the flesh, prolonging the agony it was causing.

"Spike." The weak voice penetrated the haze of rage clouding Spike's reason. "Spike, please stop."