Title: Revenge
Author: Granitite Stone, granitite@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: If they were mine, would I be writing fanfiction?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In "I Was Made To Love You" Giles says "Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance." I assume this means boybands, and I’m hoping it’s the BSB.

Someone had deactivated his security alarm. Someone was sitting in his living room. Jamie Foxx sent up silent thanks that it wasn't a teenage girl wearing a Backstreet Boys t-shirt.

"I'm calling the cops."

"You go ahead and do that, mate." Spike had his feet propped up on the end table, reading the cards scattered across it. "I have to admit, some of this is pretty viscous stuff. Could've used it myself a few months back."

"Really?" Maybe this psychopath wasn't so bad after all.

"Of course, I'm a soulless monster with few morals." Spike stood up. "But even I wouldn't sink this low. Do you know how long we kept Angelus out of a bottle? People like you are what make me glad I'm a vampire."

Vampire... Sure. "The Teenies sent you, didn't they? Listen, it was a joke. Littrel and Richardson already reamed me out." Jamie backed away as Spike came closer. "No harm, no foul. I mean, it was sparkling apple juice. What did I really do?"

"You've made approximately half the teenage females in the country ready to eviscerate you." Spike had him pinned against the wall. "One of them is very important to me. Maybe I should do them a favor."

"It's just the Backstreet fans. It'll all be forgotten by the time their next video comes out." Jamie laughed nervously. Suddenly, what Kevin and Brian had threatened him with seemed like a pleasant option.

"Not just the Backstreet fans. Personally, I'm a punk kind of guy, and I think you're a waste of human flesh. So when their next album comes out, you're little comment won't be the only thing forgotten. You're funeral will be lost in a sea of MTV promotion. See, a few days ago, I got a little surprise." Spike went to game face and pressed Jamie to the wall. "I seem to have gotten my bite back."

A few hours later, his neighbors finally got the courage to call the police. They arrived at the Foxx residence to find a mutilated corpse later identified as Mr. Foxx by his dental records. On top of the body was a copy of Black and Blue, bearing a note. 'Tact is a gift this man should have been given. Demons listen to pop music too.'