AN: See previous chapters for disclaimer.

Previously…:

And found the wooden cross in his pocket. He could make a stake out of this…he hoped.

Now…:

Peterson grinned as he looked at the place where MacGyver would die. He had wanted to turn him, but being driven off like he had had made him loose a lot of face in the demon community. Now MacGyver had to die. MacGyver would die in his own bed, and when Thornton found him, all he would find would be a lifeless husk.

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Mac searched his pockets further. He would need something to drive the Vampire back. He found the holy water that he'd been given before Buffy and the others had helped him at the Foundation. That should work. He spun as the door creaked open.

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Buffy and the others drove hurriedly back to Mac's home. Giles had to brace himself around several turns.

"Buffy, it said that the Selfless One had to defeat him," Willow said.

"Yeah, but it didn't say he had to do it alone," Buffy said as she took another corner harshly. Xander groaned.

"That's it. This is the last time I'm letting you drive," Xander said.

"Xander, stuff it and load your crossbow," Buffy said.

"Not until we stop," Xander said firmly. "I'd probably impale myself otherwise."

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Peterson was surprised when he opened the closet where he'd stashed MacGyver. MacGyver wasn't trembling with fear. Instead, he stood with determination. In one had was what looked like a stake. Peterson grinned. This would be too easy. In MacGyver's other hand…

By the time he saw it, it was already moving. The vial exploded upon impact, and it's contents burned like acid. Holy Water! He'd had a vial of Holy Water! Peterson scrambled back, growling in pain and anger.

"You'll pay for that, MacGyver," Peterson growled, lunging forward. MacGyver tackled him, and they went down in a heap. Peterson grabbed MacGyver by the throat and pushed him up against the wall. Mac felt his vision began to blur and began to fumble to get his stake up in the right place.

"How does it feel knowing that you're going to die, MacGyver?" Peterson asked. Mac gave a grin that was more of a grimace.

"Better…knowing…I'm taking you down…with me," Mac rasped out before thrusting with his stake. Peterson screamed as the stake hit home, and he turned to dust. Mac collapsed on the floor as the door was broken down. Buffy and the others entered, and Mac smiled tiredly at them.

"What took you so long?" Mac asked as he recovered his breath.

"Looks like you didn't need my help after all," Buffy said, looking at the dust covering Mac. Mac looked around, then felt the forming bruises on his neck.

"What makes you think that?" Mac asked. The others burst out laughing.

AN: And this story in my "With the Phoenix" is winding down. All that is left is the Epilogue. I hope that you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please, review.