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"What?" Spike asked, taken aback by the unexpectedness, of what Buffy had just said.
"I know where, the Immortal is."
"Buffy are you sure?" Dawn asked, sitting down on the bed.
"I'm very sure. Call the guys. Get them here, we need to come up with a plan. We have to nail that son of a bitch."
"Dawn, you get the Scoobies," Spike said to Dawn, who nodded and then left the room, "Buffy, are you sure you're up to this?"
"I can still come up with plans, it just so happens to be one of my specialities."
Spike, Dawn and the rest of the gang set out for the abandoned building, which the Immortal was residing in. They had a look around, staking the security before entering the building.
Buffy was sitting on her bed, the others had wanted her to stay behind, when she suddenly hit with a clarity which seemed all too familiar. She leaned over to her bedside cabinet, pulling the top drawer open, removing a ring, which she concealed in her jeans pocket, then she headed for the door, she was going to put a stop to the Immortal once and for all.
The gang were now, surrounding the Immortal, hiding behind pillars and other objects around the room.
"I know you're here," the Immortal said calmly, standing up.
They all rushed forward, making their attack on the Immortal, but one by one he knocked them back and they went flying across the room. Spike slowly got up, the others, seemed to be knocked out cold, Spike lunged at the Immortal, managing to get in a few good punches before being knocked back again, this time with a lot more force. Using the wall for support, Spike pushed himself up to a sitting position, not having regained enough strength to stand back up. All of a sudden, the double door flew open to reveal Buffy, standing there, ready for the fight.
"So, you'd think that a tough guy like you would finish off a job properly, you know, not run away and cower like a chicken," Buffy said, pausing a reply, as she advanced, when she didn't get one she continued, "So that leads to question, why? I mean, it's obvious that you could have easily taken out Spike, you just took him out along with all my friends, you could have made a move when I was still housebound, but you didn't, you could have killed me easy. This leads me to believe that you must be scared of me."
"I'm not scared of you."
"Oh really, then why'd you use the muscle relaxant, which, FYI, has worn off."
"I could take you out in a heartbeat."
"If that were true, would we really be standing here?"
They had been circling the room, edging closer as they did so. Buffy feinted a couple of times, the Immortal doing the same, before making his attack, he threw a series punches, none of which making contact with Buffy, who expertly dodged every single one. She kicked his arm blocking another one of his swings before making her own, landing an uppercut to his chin, sending him flying across the room. She calmly walked over to him, dragging him to his feet, before knocking him back down. She then allowed him to get his 'breath' back before they plunged into battle, kicking punching, blocking, flipping even the occasional scratching. Buffy then did a series of back flips grabbing the nearest piece of wood as she rounded off, which she then flung directly into the Immortal's chest. The Immortal grimaced, looking down at his hand, the look on his face vanishing to be replaced with a panic-stricken one.
"Looking for this," Buffy said holding up her own hand for him to see the ring she was now wearing, the one she had taken from her bedside cabinet.
It was a gem of Amarra.
The Immortal glanced down at his chest and then back up at Buffy.
"You fucking Bitch," he managed to say, before reducing to a pile of dust.
Buffy walked over to a table, picking up apiece of rubble on the way, placed the ring down on it and then destroyed the ring with the piece of rock, or whatever the hell it was.
"That was incredible, how did you know he was a vamp?" Spike asked, standing next to the slayer.
"Well I didn't know at first, he had all these cloaking spells, to make him seem almost human, well I'm guessing he did, cos he didn't feel cold and with the heartbeat, well you know. Do you remember that afternoon, after we ran into you, we went back to my place, and he took the ring off, I don't know why, but he did, he must have forgot, so I took it and put it in my drawer, again I don't why I just did, Anyway, that night when I went to his place after patrol when he…when…well you know…when he… you know he vamped out, he shook it off immediately, but I had already seen it, and that's how I knew."
"Why didn't you tell us before?" Willow asked as the others gathered round Buffy.
"Well I…"
"Yeah that would have saved us the head injuries, I mean Will could have just flown stakes at him," Xander added, smallest amount of annoyance in his voice.
"I didn't actually remember until just there after you guys left…"
"For god's sake, what the bloody hell is wrong with you people, after the ordeal she's been through you think that you lot could cut her some fucking slack, she's hardly likely to remember every bloody detail considering how traumatic it was for her, you bunch of tossers," Spike said, anger apparent in his voice.
"Spike it's ok, you don't ha…" Buffy started.
"No it's not ok, I'm sick of the way your 'friends' treat you, the way you talk to you, it just makes me…" Spike said clenching his fists, "And you should be too. Whatever you do for these people never seems to be enough, and you just sit back and take their shit, you forgive them time and time again, you even forgave them after that incident in Sunnyhell, you know, when they chucked you out of your own bloody house. You put your life on the line for them every day, you died for them, for the world, and they don't even seem to care."
"Spike…how can you say that?" Willow asked, stunned at his outburst.
"Easy. Sure you're all paly for a while, then something happens, something that you're scared of and that you don't know what to do about, then you start winging and whining when things don't go your way."
"Why don't you go back to the hell you came from," Xander shouted at Spike.
"That's enough, I want to go home," Buffy said firmly but quietly, tears beginning to stream down her face.
"Ok then, let's get out of her," Xander said.
"No Xander, I want to go home with Spike."
"But Buffy," Xander said.
"But nothing. Spike's right, I'm tired…I'm just so tired of it all, I can't fight with you guys anymore, and I'm certainly not going to be spoken to like that again."
"Buffy we…" Dawn said.
"Can we just," Buffy said raising her hand and then closing it, signalling for her sister to stop talking.
"Come on Buffy, let's go," Spike said, putting his arm around her as they walked away.
The Scoobies watched them leave, standing in silence as they tried to allow what had just happened to sink in.
"What just happened here?" Anya asked.
"I don't know, I really don't know," Willow answered.
to feint is to make a misleading movement