By the next morning, the events of the night before had already begun to fade in the minds of the majority of the campers. The Council had quickly used its influence to make the "official" story that a bear had rampaged in the camp, knocking over a candle to start a fire in the counselors' cabin before coming into one of the girls' cabin, only to ultimately run away.

The parents seemed to buy the story as presented, happy simply to have their children safe, while the campers who had seen Kalesh the night before were eager to replace the image of a demon with that of a bear in their minds.

"At least if I have to leave camp early it means I won't have to spend anymore time around her," Melissa announced loudly as she walked past Anne.

Anne gaped as her hands went to her hips. "Well, there's gratitude for you. I bloody saved her life last night!"

She dropped her arms as she felt her mother's hand on her shoulder. "Welcome to my world. But you did good last night, Anne. I'm proud of you."

"I just did what I had to do," Anne said, trying to shrug it off, even as she blushed under her mother's praise.

"I for one can hardly believe you single handedly took on Kalesh," Giles said, his arm draped protectively around his daughter.

"I told you he'd know who he was," Rebecca said.

"Yes, well, I'd only heard of him from legends. I had no idea he truly existed," Giles replied. "But according to the legends, he was nearly invincible, and was only defeated when a warrior exposed him to the screeching of a harpy."

Rebecca and Anne shared a look before they both began to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Spike asked from beside Anne, his brow furrowed.

"How I defeated Kalesh," Anne explained. "I made him listen to Joan Jett."

Spike stared for a moment, dumbfounded, before he broke out into laughter. "Oh, that's bloody wonderful." He turned to Buffy and winked. "And here you've been telling me all this time punk music wasn't good for anything."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Seeing as it can apparently be substituted for the screeching of a harpy, I don't think I'm wrong."

"Before the two of you get into another one of your arguments that so often stand in for flirting, could we possibly move this to the plane?" Anya asked, tapping her foot. "I don't like this place, and I'd like to leave now."

"I'm with Anya on this one," Buffy replied. "Let's get out of here."

As the other three headed towards the plane, Anne lagged behind with her father. "I told you not to send me to this place, and look what happened," she said, a hand on her hip. "I was brainwashed by camp songs and had to fight a nearly-invincible demon. Don't you feel bad for making me go here now?"

"Nope," Spike replied with a roguish grin. "Not one bit."

Anne's jaw dropped for a moment before she screeched, "What?! How can you say that? I…I could've died!"

Spike smirked. "Yeah, but did you learn your lesson?"

"What?" Anne asked, blinking.

"I asked, did you learn your lesson?"

Anne frowned. "Well, yeah, I guess I did…"

"And what lesson would that be?" Spike asked, his eyebrow arching.

"If I'm going to do something like that, don't be stupid enough to get caught by the police?" Anne ventured.

Spike grinned. "There's my girl." He wrapped his arm around her and prodded her to start walking with him.

"Come on, Annie. Let's go home."

I'd only planned this to be a short, fun fic, so that's the end. I hope you enjoyed it, and please take a moment to leave a review and let me know what you thought. Thanks!