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Faith moved along the deserted road, trying to walk off part the rage she felt, rage at the thing for not being completely dead, she had taken out two thirds of the demons that made up the whole, before Riley had gotten in the way. She had only taken out two more parts since then, limiting the body to only two remaining demons inside, but that was still enough for it to be a threat.

She was angry at Riley for getting in her way, she was much better prepared to deal with it than him and his 'terrorist' squad. She was angry at Spike and Lyri for not letting her do what she needed to do; she was angry at Xander for setting them on her, she was angry at B – well for being B. But most of all she was angry at him, angry that he had gotten himself killed in such a stupid way, he had been smarter than that, tougher than that and he had walked into it just to save Riley's wife's ass.

Not that it had done either of them any good, Sam Finn had been killed outright, but Robin had hung in there for a week, with Faith by his side praying that he wake up.

As she continued down the road she felt the big one following her, not that she cared, if it was stupid enough to let itself be known like that, then it wasn't going to be a real challenge. It was the two who were following it that would hopefully give her the real workout.

The three of them must have been out of the nest before her and Buffy had gotten there, they would never have gotten past Spike.

She was right about it being stupid, the large one took its chance in the alleyway, it was large and clumsy, thinking that its sheer size would be enough, she took it down with ease. She didn't really need much skill to cause the thing to drop to the floor, though she didn't get a chance to finish it off before the other two decided to show up.

At least these two had half a brain cell between them, going for the simultaneous attack route, rather than the tag team approach, which to be honest might have worked if the idea was to piss off the slayer who had more juice than the energiser bunny at that moment. These two had worked out that attacking her at the same time gave at least one of them a better chance of walking away with some of it's limbs attached.

Not that it did them much good, though she did give them a little bit of a chance, stretching the battle out to a whole five minutes, rather than the minute and a half than it should have been. Well they deserved a little foreplay, even if they weren't really her type.

She had just dusted the last of them when she heard the big guy get back to his feet. She spun round to deal when the hulk turned to dust infront of her.

"That it?" Dean asked dusting himself off, "I, at least expected some spray, blood or something."

He looked at her with a little grin on his face, fence post in his hand, "Bit of an anticlimax ain't it? Next time I think I'll bring a dustbuster."

She grabbed and threw him up against the alley wall.

"Hey, I just saved your ass." Dean protested finding himself on the receiving end of slayer strength.

She held him against that wall, breathing heavy, not sure what to do, then she delivered a right hook.

"And I'm so grateful," She spat out before stalking off again, "Thanks a bunch, hero."

Dean just rubbed his jaw, unsteady on his feet as he watched her walk off. He was about to go after her when he heard the tutting from the shadows.

"Shouldn't have done that," Spike said as he took a step forward, "She would have dealt with him herself."

"What do you want?" Dean asked, his hand tightening round the piece of wood in his hand his stance changing to a more defensive one.

Spike gave off a little chuckle, "So she told at least one of you. Sounds like her."

Dean didn't answer.

"Guessing you haven't shared with the other two." Spike looked at Dean, "Wonder why not?"

"I asked you a question."

"Look chuckles, she'll chew you up and spit you out and you'll come crawling back for more, so get the idea out of your over gelled head before it starts."

"Excuse me?" Dean replied.

"Let Faith go."

"Thanks, but I don't think I asked for advice from a bad dye job," Dean said as the vampire walked towards him.

"Just trying to be helpful, they don't even know they're doing it, but that's what they do. That is what a slayer does to you." Spike said turning to follow Faith.

"You stay away from them, you hear me?" Dean said as Spike passed him.

Spike turned his head, looking confused for a second.

"You know who I'm talking about," Dean said sternly.

"Well you know that isn't going to happen anytime soon, but I'll take it on board."

"You stay away from my sisters," Dean said taking a step forward.

Spike sighed, "Congratulations, you've shown you've got a pair, but unless you are going to try and use that splinter, let me go and find Faith before someone who actually matters gets hurt. Trust me, unless you got a tranquiliser dart that can take down a rhino in that jacket of yours, you're going to be as much use as a chocolate fire guard."

Dean stilled for a second, not sure what he was going to do; he had been told this thing had a soul, played for the white hats now, but he still didn't like it.

Spike started to walk again, before stopping after a few steps, turning to face Dean, his face morphing into its true demonic visage, "By the by, if dear old Dad hurts either her or the nibblet, he'll find out what a real hunt is like."

Dean took a step forward, his hand round his makeshift stake but it was too late Spike was gone.