He was actually proud of being hated, she got that, she'd for so long wanted to scream from the rooftops that she was the best of all the sons of bitches in the Pit. She was the best one. She still thought she was actually, just for different reasons than before, but it meant she sort of understood Spike's attitude to the hate. He was using it, enjoying it.
But he wasn't getting all the fun. She couldn't do what Sam could do back when he'd been strongest, couldn't rip them apart, but she did have a not small amount of power of her own.
Demon, witch. she mused, Demon or Witch.
She decided on Demon, more entertaining. She stepped into the fray eyes clouding over black as a hand swung out to slam one of the trashcans into the head of another vampire sending him flying before coming back to hit his friend, who, to his credit, leapt out of the way like a girly girl before turning to look at her in fury. Oh she liked letting herself go sometimes, giving into it, just for a little while. She definitely got a kick out of it.
She advanced on the one that had dodged the trashcan, knife in hand.