A/N: Finally I added a new chapter. Yeah, I'm still writing on this fanfic.
This update is much shorter than I wanted it to be, but after I got some nice mails and reviews that showed me that there're still some people reading my fanfic(s), I decided to update a part of chapter 2. I planned to make it much longer, but all this stuff comes in chapter 3 and I hope chappie 3 comes soon as well.
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A/N 2: I twisted up the timeline of "Seeing red" a bit.
Chapter Two
At day the cemetery didn't seem so scary like in the darkness with all the vampires and demons in the shadows who just waited for such a easy snack like her. She knew she had to be on her way home by now but after last evening she had questions that needed to be answered. Finally she arrived at her aim. Slowly she opened the door to the crypt to prevent any noise. Despite the light of the lamps and the candles the place was wrapped into a dark haze. The air was a bit stuffy and dry. Her gaze glided over the furniture while she entered. One year ago this place looked like a grave – OK it is a grave – but now with all the lamps, chairs and the table it looked more like an apartment. It was a nice place and she really liked to come here.
"Does it help?" The Slayer's sister stand in the crypt's doorway, her schoolbag slung over one shoulder, crossing her arms over her chest.
Spike glances over taking another sip of his vodka – blood mix trying to drown his anger and frustration. "Doesn't hurt… What are ye doing here? Shouldn't you be at school, Bit?"
"Spike, it's six in the afternoon. School is over!" Dawn rolled her huge blue eyes. While Spike slipped into his chair by the TV, sipping his drink. "I just wanted to stop by on my way home and, you know..." Suddenly her face became serious and she was going to talk about what she'd came for. "Everybody's pretty mad at you."
"Yeah. Kinda picked up on that." Was his dry reply, he never took his eyes from the movie though the TV was mute.
After a long moment of silence Dawn mumbled disappointed and quietly: "You're not going to be coming around anymore. Are you?… It was all about Buffy. I mean you won't be around us and I won't see you."
The teen stepped closer to him expecting his answer. Finally he turned his head slowly looking with his stony face to her. There were emotions twinkling in his eyes. "Do you really think it was all about your bloody sis? All the saving Dawn stuff."
Slowly she nodded uncertain if she wanted to hear his next words.
Suddenly Spike stood up and glared down to her. "Bloody Hell! I – I like you, Dawn. We're friends. Aren't we?" A big smile appeared on Dawn's face and the girl jumped forward to hug the vampire. "Hey!"
"Thanks!"
"Ye can always come to my crypt." Spike promised the girl he cared for like a big brother. He always liked hanging out with this lively child that he seems to mean a lot to.
Dawn stepped back form the vampire a little and went serious again. Until now the conversation developed really well, better she'd thought it would, but it wasn't the reason due to she came for. After a long moment of silence she finally found the courage to ask the burning question. "Was it worth it? What you did with Anya?"
"Buffy told you?" answered Spike his gaze scanning the stony ground. He didn't want to look in her eyes that would realize his deep pain released by her words. She knew it. God. His little nibblet knew it.
"Kinda caught the show. There was a camera somewhere in the magic shop. Warren and Jonathan and that other guy have been watching Buffy."
"Wankers."
Dawn tried to understand her vampire friend. "Do you love her?"
Spike frowned and motioned her to take a seat on one of the chairs during he sank back on his. "No. It was just... a bad day. For both of us. We had a few drinks and things just …"
"Not Anya. Buffy. Do you really love her?" Her eyes on him, she waited for the answer that he gave her after a long moment of silence. He hadn't spoken aloud the words, but it was obvious. She could see it in his gaze, in his painful face. He really loved her big sister. "Then how could you do that to her?"
Suddenly Spike's anger came back and he said bristling "Oh, right. Big Sis was treating me so well up until then. Huh. Must still be a bit of the evil left in me after all.
She knew how Buffy sometimes was to him and a wave of compassion overcame her. "I don't know what happened between you two. But what you did that night... If you wanted to really hurt Buffy … congratulations. It worked." After a minute she added, "Buffy is so closed and depressed. Today in the morning she was really weird and I think she had cried the whole night."
"I don't really think her whole weeping is about me." On the one hand he knew he had hurt her a lot. But so had she. "Things change, Lil' Bit. There's nothing between your Big Sis and me. Not anymore."
"Spike! What do you know?! 'Bout what else should she cry?!"
"You'll hear it – soon. Believe me."
Now she was really confused. What did he mean? "Wha…"
"It doesn't matter! You'll know it soon, Bit. It's your sis' thing. Allright!" Suddenly there was this mixture of emotions burning in his look, the mixture of cold hate and anger. And this time there was also pain. She was confused by his words and his eyes – his pain – and she shushed herself.
After a long beat Spike never raised his gaze from the old stonewall. "Is there anything else? Or are ye glued to the chair?" With that Dawn finally moved towards the door. His behavior gave her a lot of riddles. Why was he in pain? And what will she knew soon?
Dawn quietly slips out, closing the door behind her leaving Spike who sat motionless in his chair, draped in shadows, small and alone.
Spike chews on that, deep regret creeping into his eyes. It was true, he loved her; no matter how she treated him. No matter how she had betrayed him. He never could bear it to see her cry…
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