A Man's Worth

Chapter 2

A/N: Second Part of the series.

WARNING: This is not a happy fic. For those of you expecting something joyous, stay away from this story. You've been warned.

DISCLAIMER: You all know this belongs to Joss Whedon and the parties involved in airing this show.

FEEDBACK: As you wish

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Goodbye

I'm drunk.

 I've been drinkin' for so long.

It numbs the pain.

I've lost count as to how many bottles I've consumed, an' I don't care anymore.

I'm trying to forget, but it's never easy.

Can't forget the look in her eyes.

The look of betrayal and hurt.

I'm sorry, love.

I'm sorry.

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Two months and twenty-nine days before.

Spike was ready to leave but he knew he couldn't leave without saying goodbye to a very special person. That was, if she wasn't still mad at him. She had witnessed his whole sexcapade with Anya and she doubted that he loved her sister.

Spike knew he was asking for trouble when he used the tunnels to go to Dawn's school but he really needed to talk with her. The sooner he left and the fastest he accomplished his goals the better.

After some unfortunate incidents in the sewers, he finally reached his destination. He climbed up the ladder and found himself right outside the school's backdoor. He covered himself up with his trusty blanket and made a run for it.

He practically broke the door and he smothered the smoking blanket. He looked around and saw that fortunately no one had seen him barge in. It would have been a longshot trying to explain why was he stepping on a smoking blanket and why had he ran inside a school. He walked around, knowing that sooner or later the girls around him would spread the word about him and that his description would reach his lil'bit's ears. As soon as he thought it, said bit ran towards him and dragged him towards the bathrooms.

"Spike, what are you doing here?" Dawn practically shrieked. Spike smirked and grabbed Dawn's arm.

"Came 'ere because I need to talk to you."

"It couldn't wait until I got out of here?" She said, "Or until the sun came down?"

"No." Spike answered, "I have to leave soon."

"Leave?" Dawn asked, "I don't like the sound of that."

"Don't worry, bit, 'm only goin' to L.A." Spike said, noticing the scared look that Dawn gave him.

"Uhm, isn't that where Angel is?" Dawn asked, still feeling a bit troubled.

"I know"

"What?" Dawn once again shrieked, "If he sees you he'll kill you!"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, bit." Spike sarcastically retorted.

"Sorry." She said, "But Buffy told me that the last time you two met you tortured Angel."

Spike sighed and looked down. "Typical of your sister to tell you such things."

"It was true, wasn't it?" Not as much a question but a statement.

"It is true." Spike said, "But the slayer doesn't know all the things her bloody hero did to me."

"Then tell me." Dawn said.

"Maybe when you're older, bit." He looked at the clock in the hall and sighed again. "Got to go now, only stopped by to see you."

"Ok." Dawn said, "When will you be back?"

"Don' know." Spike answered.

 "Well, take care." Dawn said, as she hugged him. Spike returned the hug and got ready to walk out of the back door and into the sewers when he stopped walking and looked ahead.

"Two things, bit." He said, "I kinda forgot my coat on your house. Could you keep it warm f'r me?"

Dawn smiled and nodded as she voiced her acceptance.

"And the other thing?" She asked.

"I do love her, you know." Spike said, without turning around, "Even after Anya and I… you know."

"Why are you telling me that?" Dawn asked.

"Because I love you too, an' I don't want you to doubt that. Ever."

With that, he walked away into the sunlight and the safety the sewers provided.

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Spike paced around his crypt for hours, waiting for the sun to go down. He knew he had to leave but he feared why he was doing it. Was it for her? Had he finally lost his mind?

The answer had to be yes. He would lose her forever if his plan succeeded, and some part of him hoped that this plan would blow up in his face like his last plans.

But this time it had to work. She was worth it.

He was so immersed in his thoughts that he missed the point when the sun came down. Only when he smelt the unique scent that the night held was he aware that his time to leave had arrived. He still wondered why the slayer had not arrived and tried to shove something else his way. After that low blow he dealt both the slayer and the whelp, he wondered how much time it would pass by before either of them came and tried to kill him. He chuckled lightly, for he supposed that they had better things to do than trying to kill an already dead vampire.

His laughter died soon and he sighed again. It was time for him to leave.

He walked slowly to his car and threw the small bag in which he had his possessions. He considered leaving his car to the slayer but dismissed the notion as soon as it entered his mind. The chit didn't even knew how to drive, and it would be a cruel joke of fate if she died in a car wreck.

Spike looked around and waved goodbye to Sunnydale.

If his plan worked he would never return.

End of Chapter.