A/N: I want to thank StrawberrieGashes for the great idea… I knew I wanted to turn it into something more, I just wasn't sure as to how… so… Thanks! And I hope you enjoy this next part.

Broken II

Spike sat in the corner of his crypt, tears running down his face. In only a matter of moments he had lost the two, and only, important things in his life. One by his own hands, the other by his most hated enemy. He couldn't believe he had trusted Methalius. He should have known. If he had only been a little bit stronger. I little bit faster. He could have saved them. But now there was nothing he could do. He could hear her screams in his head. They haunted him in his dreams. He should have done something more. He sniffed silently and wiped the tears from his face, only to be replaced by more. He picked up a bottle of vodka and took a big gulp. He didn't care if it burned. He relished in it. All of a sudden there was a knock at his door and he jumped, startled. He decided just to ignore it and took another gulp of the alcohol. He laughed inwardly as he remembered the time that Buffy had come to him so he could play bartender. He missed the look on her face every time she took a shot. The knock came again. Spike sighed. It obviously wasn't going to go away. He got up slowly, letting the now empty bottle fall to the floor and roll away. He walked up to the door and opened it, revealing Dawn, a grave expression on her face.

"Spike?" She asked. Spike looked at her. "Can I come in?" He moved out of the way for her, not saying a word. She went into his crypt silently and sat on the sarcophagus. "How are you doing?" Spike just looked at her. He didn't look good. It had only been a week since he had reluctantly murdered Buffy and heard his child die. He looked like he hadn't slept at all since then. "Ok that was a stupid question." She knew that Buffy and Trinity where his life, and now that they where gone… Well in all honesty she was a little surprised he hasn't tried to kill himself. Dawn knew that it wasn't Spike's fault. He wouldn't have done that willingly. When he had come back and told them, Xander looked like he was ready to kill him. But when he saw the look on Spike's face, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy.

"I can't live like this Dawn." Dawn looked at him. "Every day. I can hear her screaming. Taste her mother's blood. I can't get rid of it."

"Oh Spike." Dawn said walking up to him and hugging him. "It'll be ok."

"No it won't. I know only a few years out of almost two hundred seems like only a pinprick in the time line, but when I was with Buffy, its like my life stopped and it seemed a whole lot longer. When first saw Buffy dancing at the Bronze that first night, I knew. I knew she was going to give my life meaning. When I was a human that was all I wanted. To have a purpose. That's all I wanted, ever. And when I married Buffy, and we had Trinity, by some miracle, I had a purpose. But now that there gone, why am I here? What is my purpose?" Dawn didn't know what to say. She just looked down sadly, tears now streaming down her face. Spike's legs seemed like they could no longer hold up his weight and he fell onto the ground hugging his knees. The whole time he was talking, he was crying, he couldn't stop it. Dawn picked up her backpack that was beside her.

"I don't know what to do Spike?" She said, "I know it won't help with your loss, but I do still love you like a brother." Spike smiled sadly.

"Thank you nibblet." He said. He got up and sat in his chair, thinking about all the good times he had with Buffy, as Dawn headed out the door to go to school.

TBC… Plz R&R… hope you enjoyed.