Buffy, Giles and Eris were still at the home getting dinner ready and reading more books to find something to help solve the vengeance spirit issue. The Slayer had gotten Willow and Anya to head to the Dean's house and warn him of his potential murder, and once Spike started looking at Xander with hungry eyes, the sick man was suddenly well enough to follow the two women.

"Hey, when do I get fed?" Spike asked from his tied up position, he had been faced away from the table so he couldn't easily look at anyone, which Eris was very grateful for. Every time she had to walk past to grab something his eyes followed her intently and a mischievous look would always appear on his face which she hated. She used to enjoy watching that expression grace his pale face, but now it just reminded her of her betrayal against her cousin. Buffy never saw it that way, but she was never able to change Eris' mind about it.

"Later," came Buffy's simple reply, her mind too focused on food and friends, "I hope the others are okay."

"Do you know what happens to vampires who don't get to feed?" Spike tried to sound threatening, but his weakened voice only gave the others amusement.

"I always wondered that, actually," Giles looked up from his book to look at the vampire curiously.

"Giles, plates."

"Living skeletons, mate. Like famine pictures from those dusty countries, only not half as funny."

"Oh, I think watching you wither away into nothing is hilarious," came the snarky reply from Eris, every time he made a comment on something she found a way to twist it against him. He found it amusing but also slight annoyance as the newfound hatred of him would make it harder to get to that delicious blood of hers.

"You are so nasty, I must have broken your heart," Spike taunted her back, smirking at her as she started to walk towards him in anger with the intent to stab him.

Buffy quickly walked over and pulled her cousin back, not wanting her to play into the vampires mind games, Eris rolled her eyes and went to grab cups, "it's not worth it Eris," she looked back to Spike, "you can have gravy, that has blood in it, right?"

"Do you know what else has blood in it? Blood."

The Slayer rolled her eyes as she placed the silverware on the table, "Do I have to gag you? Because I am not gonna listen to you whine all the way through my dinner."

"No that's not really my thing, it's Eris' though."

The words, "Shut up!" could be heard shouted from the kitchen by Eris.

Buffy ignored that small exchange as she continued her rambling, "it's gonna be a nice, quiet, civilized-"

*WHOOSH*

The sound of an arrow cutting through the air and hitting the pilgrim doll on the table shut off any talk. Every person besides Spike who couldn't, looked up to see the Native American Spirit standing at the window, bow still in the position of attack. As he began to knock another arrow, Buffy tried to reason with him, "you. Listen, maybe I wasn't clear before about how terrible we all feel. Cause we're trying to help!"Spike in panic shuffled his chair around, "what's going on?" he shouted.

"It isn't working!" Giles ran over to pull Buffy back from the Spirit who was ready to fire another arrow, this time into something living.

"Uh, you can have casinos now!"

"Buffy shut up! That doesn't help!" Eris shouted right as the window behind them shattered and a arrow was fired from it.

Everyone took cover behind the couch and table, all except Spike who couldn't move, "what about me? You gonna leave me here like this?!" arrow after arrow fired, with one of them hitting Spike in the chest, just an inch away from his heart, "hey! Watch the heart!"

"Oh for fucks sake!" Eris shouted as she crawled across the floor, deciding with great reluctance to get Spike onto the ground so they wouldn't lose his information if he died. He already had several arrows pierced into his body, all luckily missing his heart. Once she neared the legs of his seat, she reached up with her arm to grab his shoulder and used as much force as she could to yank him onto the ground.

"Ow! You didn't have to pull me down so hard!" Spike shouted, his head now right next to hers.

"I'm not risking an arrow just to pull you down gently!" Eris shouted back, now very keenly aware of how close their face where to each other.

"Still care about me, pet?" he teased in a softer tone, though still in his usual mischievous tone.

She turned to look at him, wine coloured eyes clashing with blue for the first time since he arrived, "I will never care about you again, I only kept you alive for your information and if we didn't need it I would have yanked one of those arrows out of your chest and stabbed you in the heart with it."

Her voice was angry, filled with hatred and directed all towards him, which was well deserved after everything he did. He found it so amusing, how he managed to rile her up to much, how it made her blood pump through her veins. If he wasn't tied up, he would have drained her dry. "That's a lie, my little pet, I know you wouldn't kill me."

He was taunting her, and she knew a little part of her didn't want to him to die, the part of her that let herself sleep with him in the first place, all she could say in response was, "shut the fuck up!"

"We need a plan!" they heard Giles shout over the chorus of arrows firing above them, they were all terrible shots.

Spike rolled his eyes, "yes, lets talk about it some more," he really hated being around this people.

"Where's your weapons chest?" Buffy asked Giles as she began crawling away from the dining table.

"Over there," he motioned to an old, scuffed chest sitting against the wall which was right in line of sight of one of the spirits. The Slayer had hoped to sneak by and open it up, hopefully find something throwable, but one of the spirits had managed to land a shot run into her arm. "Buffy!" Giles shouted as he pulled her back to him, he looked at the arrow, seeing it hadn't gone all the way through.

"Remember that conquering nation thing? Forget it. Apologise."

"Shut up, Spike!" Buffy shouted as she tried to pull the arrow out of her arm.

"Fine, I'll do it myself. Hey! Sorry, sorry about that, chief!" the vampires meaningless words fell on deaf ears, the spirits were relentless in their pursuit of Buffy and her death.

"You are just the worst!" Eris snapped at the vampire and slapped one of the arrows to cause pain.

"Ow! Why did you do that for!?"

"Payback!"

"Eris! Focus!" Buffy scolded her cousin; this was the worst time for her cousin to be trying to work through her feelings about the vampire. "how many are there Giles?"

Giles took a quick look around before answering, "uh, the leader upstairs. Um, two by the living room windows, uh, one through the window by the door."

"It's too many."

"We need help."

"Use the chair to block the arrows and pull the chest to you!" Eris called out right as an arrow whizzed past her head and hit the top of the couch.

Giles and Buffy took her advice and pulled the chest over using the chair as a shield, the arrows all hit the wood instead of their flesh. They managed to grab a pair of crossbows and some bolts, finally getting a defence, the pair sprung into action, firing their own volley of arrows.

Fighting could be heard outside the house, indicating the rest of the scooby gang had arrived to help. This only infuriated Hus, who smashed through the window, intent on finishing Buffy. They began trading punching and slashes of his knife.

Other spirits joined in aswell, and soon Giles and Eris also had their own spirits to take care of. They were strong, and ruthless. Throwing punches and slashes of their knives, Giles had been pinned against the wall and Eris was shoved onto the ground near Spike. The spirit had jumped onto her, and moved to stab her but she managed to grab his wrist and stop the knife's advance. She wiggled her legs under his chest and got her feet planted against it, with as much strength as she could muster she shoved them out with her thighs, pushing him off her.

"Fuck!" she shouted as the knife managed to slice her thigh, deep enough for her blood to gush out.

"Giles they can't die!" she heard Buffy shout as she too was sliced.

"A little busy at the moment!" was all he could say after managing to punch his spirit and daze him enough to pull him off.

Xander soon came crashing into the house, followed shortly by Anya and Willow who used shovels to attack their spirit.

"I can't see the fight well enough, help me up!" Spike shouted from the ground, loving all the struggled he would see and smell of the blood dripping from Eris and the Slayer.

Eris rolled her eyes and pulled him upright, if only to stop his whining and not trip over him as her spirit continued to attack her, "you are such a baby!"

"I resent that!"

"Not the time guys!" Buffy shouted just as Hus tried to slash her again. She managed to get the upper hand however, as she grabbed his knife and used it to attack him, only this time it drew his blood. "Your knife can kill you."

Hus looked at her with rage, and with a deep growl he summoned his power and shape shifted into a grizzly bear, the strongest land predator on earth.

"A bear!" Spike shouted next to Eris, whose own spirit had stopped fighting to look at his leader, "you made a bear!"

"I didn't mean to," Buffy replied sheepishly and with no small amount of fear.

"UNDO IT! UNDO IT!" The bear began attacking Buffy more ferocious than ever before, a single strike of his massive paws sent the slayer flying.

Eris had returned to her own fight, realising that if she could grab the spirit's weapon she could end him. He kept slashing his knife towards her flesh, nearly cutting her open every time, but she didn't give up. With brute force, she shoved her way into him and made them both fall to the ground. She used his surprise to grab the knife out of his hands and stab it into his neck, causing his blood to splatter across her face.

Right as she did so, Buffy had killed the leader which caused all other spirits including him to disappear in a poof of green smoke.

It was not a happy victory, it was a reminder of what happened to the native Americans, and how they as the descendants of pilgrims had technically repeated what their ancestors did.

"What? Did we win?"