It's 1992 Inside a large house in Sunnydale. Catherine Madison and Charlie Madison were in the middle of a heated argument. "That Whore! That little slut!" Catherine was yelling, over and over again. Amy Madison was hiding upstairs, crying. her parents had always had problems. They had married young, right after they graduated and they'd stayed together for Amy's sake. Now she was twelve it seemed like everything was falling apart.

"Running off with Miss trailer-trash bitch like this! Danielle! My best friend! Amy's Godmother!" She screamed.

"You can't talk about her like that!" he yelled back. "You hardly even know her anymore!"

"I know enough about her, I'll curse her name!"

"Shut up you evil witch!"

"The truth can't hurt me Charlie! I've given up my life for you and Amy! Since I was eighteen I have done nothing for myself! I've been slaving after you two! Well you can leave but you'll regret it, I swear! You've ruined everything for me, but you won't for Amy. She's done nothing to deserve this! She WILL have a life!"

Amy cowered as she heard these words. She knew the kind of life her mother wanted her to have.

Sunnydale, 1996.

The next few years were hell for Amy. She was never good enough for Catherine.

After four years of crazy dieting she finally had the looks that would keep her mother happy, with the fridge practically padlocked and her living on raw vegetables.

The only real food she got was when she had brownie-fests at Willow's house. Sheila Rosenberg was always so nice, a little false maybe, but perfect when compared to her own Mom.

Amy had no interest in cheerleading but she was forced to train. She practised six hours a day with catherine so that she could follow in her footsteps. Catherine had taken the team to the tri-county champions, and no-one had done it before or since.

When she wasn't training with Amy, Catherine was locked up in a roo upstairs. Amy didn't know what she did up there, her Mom would kill her if she went in, but she had a pretty good guess. Witchcraft. dark magic. Amy had pieced it all together over the years, all the hints in her parent's fights her mother threagtening to curse her if she didn't do a backflip perfectly.

Catherine believed Amy was wasting her youth.

Sunnydale- The present day

Catherine was feeling better. She could remember everything, and man was she pissed!

She remembered Amy and Buffy stopping her. but most of all she remembered Charlie, and Danielle the tart.

Dressed like the town skank she headed up the dark alley that led to the Fish Tank, Sunnydale's sleaziest dive. Vampire's hung out there even more than they hung out at Willy's place, or the Bronze (The coolest place in town), they mainly hung there because of the number of sleazy humans.

Even people who had known her well before couldn't recognise her now. Apart from the slutty clothes, she had cast her best glamour that made her look at least 18 years younger.

All of her memories from 1996 were still there, but they weren't what she was focusing on. She would get her revenge on Buffy, but Danielle and Charlie had priority.

She thought of all her years using her bullying powers then finallyher magickal ones against Amy. Her promise of vengeance had not been fulfilled.

She had already used a locator spell to try and figure out where they both were, without success.

But she knew that they were other filthy, lying cheats out there she could practice on while she was getting ready fro the kill.

Using her magic to detect the unfaithful in the crowds her gaze settled on a guy talking to a pretty blonde, at least half his age. When she left to "freshen up" Catherine approached him, she took her chance and went to speak to the unfaithful bastard.

"That girl you're with, she's not your wife is she?"

"Wow, you're straight to the point, aren't you gorgeous? No, I'm not married."

"Oh really?" asked Catherine

"Yeah,why? Are you intersted?"

"Well." said Catherine, her eyes blazing. "Blondie over there might be too stupid to notice your wedding ring, but I'm not!"

"Listen..." said the man uncomfortably "Did Carolyn put you up to this? Do you know her? My wife, she never lets me have any fun, it's jealousy, but that didn't mean anything honestly."

"You!" Catherine yelled above the music, "Are the scum of the earth! and you will pay!"

Her eyes went the familiar black colour and all the glass in the building shattered. The crowd's scream was long and piercing.

"Metaphius Incorptus!" Catherine hissed, the lights flickered and went out.

When they switched back on again a few seconds later, the guy was gone. In his place was a pig.

"There! That's more fitting isn't it?" Catherine asked the crowd coldly, and she disappeared amid screams.