A/n: It's one in the morning, I cant sleep, and I have my aunt, uncle, and three baby cousins moving in with me tomorrow morning for three weeks until their new house is ready. Two screaming toddlers and a baby. Lord help me.

I was pissed. I hated vampires. I don't know but they seemed to have the skill in getting under my skin. Spike used to do it, Angel always does it, and this guy, he just pissed the hell out of me. I was attracted to him. I hate to admit it but I was. I suspect that's how Buffy felt when she found out Angel was a vampire. Buffy…I sighed and took a detour on my way home. The graveyard was a second home to me, as morbid as that sounds. I pushed my hair back from my face and walked the path I knew lead to the Summers plot.

Buffy Anne Summers

She saved the world… A Lot.

Joyce Summers

Beloved Mother

Dawn Summers

Former key and wannabe slayer

I could see my head stone, sitting to the left of my mothers. Maybe no one would notice if I died. I had the sinking feeling that no one would miss me. Running my hand over the marble of my sisters grave, I began to cry. I never cry, and yet sitting there on the dewy grass with no one to hold me…I let the tears fall.

"Why'd you have to leave me, damn it. I should have died, Buffy, why did you have to be all noble," My sob joked screams echoed throughout the grove of trees. I didn't notice the vampire approaching me until I felt my head being knocked into Buffy's grave. I growled, my head spinning. The vampire drew my neck back, and I didn't stop him. I wanted to die. I felt him lips on my neck, and prepared for him to bite. Then he exploded into dust. Snapping around I saw the man who I had come to hate. Spike's supposed Childe.

"What the hell, Dawn," He yelled, looking at my neck for puncture marks. Then he punched me.

"How do you know my name?"

"Spike told me all about you. That's why I'm here. He thought you could use some help on the hell mouth. Don't change the subject. That vampire would have killed you,"

"So? There's no one left to give a damn," I muttered, wiping the tears from my eyes. I was still sitting on the ground, leaning against Buffy's head stone.

"Of course there are people that care," He crouched next to me.

"Everyone leaves me, everyone. I should have died," New tears flowed from my eyes and I didn't stop the man as he gathered me into his arms and held me close. I didn't care that he lacked a heart beat, or that he could have killed me. I just cried.

I woke up the next morning in my bed. On the nightstand was a letter.

Dawn,

Had to run before the sun came up. I know you don't trust me yet…but my intentions aren't to hurt you. I am Spike's Childe. I was dying and he sired me. I'm staying at his old Crypt if you need me. I'll see you tonight.

-Kris

"Kris…" I muttered, laying back down and sighing.

What a mess my life was.

A/n: I know it was short, but it's late and I'm tired and I need some reviews people!!!! Bertha, my muse, isn't very pleased!!!

-P.d.