Buffy had her arm around Dawn. She just couldn't believe her sister had come back to her. She'd lost hope and then here Dawn shows up out of the blue. She was still feeling the pain of losing her friends, but right now she was focused on finding their murderer or murderers and making them pay.

Spike led the way back to his crypt with Buffy and Dawn following him. Buffy had noticed that Spike was uncharacteristically quiet but was so overjoyed at being with Dawn she didn't question it.

When they finally reached Spike's crypt, Zoë was standing outside of it.

"Hello, luv," said Spike as he walked up and kissed her forehead.

Seeing Spike kiss Zoë stung a little, but Buffy had more important things on her mind.

Spike turned from Zoë, looked at Buffy, and smiled. Buffy knew something was up. Something didn't feel right. She took her arm from around Dawn and stepped in front of her, just in case Spike attacked. Spike continued to smile at Buffy without saying anything.

"What's going on, Spike?" asked Buffy.

"Nothing, Slayer. I'm just relishing this moment." Spike put on his game face, "Ready to play?" asked Spike.

"Play? What are you talking about? What is this?"

"Who do you think killed you're mates, luv?" Spike said with a grotesque smile.

There were no words to describe Buffy's rage. She didn't care how he got his chip out or why he killed her friends. Buffy would see him dusted.

"Dawn, get out of here," said Buffy while keeping her gaze on Spike.

"Stay, Little Bit. I want you to see this."

"You bastard," whispered Buffy, then she charged. She and Spike began their fight. They exchanged blows and both brought their A-game. Both were charged with emotion. Both were fighting for vengeance. Buffy was burning with pure rage. She had trusted Spike with her secrets, with her family, and he destroyed the people she loved most. He calculatingly murdered every one of them and probably laughed as they struggled. She would murder him. She would make him pay. For Willow, for Giles, for Xander, for Tara, and for Anya. There murders deserved justice and they would have it. Spike was running on raw emotion. Buffy was the woman he had loved, but she refused to love him back. Instead she and her friends made sport of him. Laughed at him. Mocked him. Called him impotent. Well, he showed those worthless simps and he would show the Slayer too. He was a master vampire, an elite, he would not be trifled with. The demon in Spike was screaming for blood. The man in Spike wanted brutal vengeance. They both would be satisfied.

At some point in the fight, Buffy gained the upper hand. She pulled out her stake and was going to plunge, no puns, no banter, Spike had to die. But before she could kill the vampire someone hit her from behind and knocked the stake from her hand. In her focus on killing Spike she forgot that Zoë was still there and Spike had undoubtedly turned her. Buffy turned around but didn't see Zoë, instead she saw her sister in full vamp face. Buffy was overwhelmed with the image. She stopped open mouthed, then she began to gasp for air. "Dawn," she whispered before Spike grabbed her and held her in a choke hold, forcing her to look at Dawn. Although he didn't need to, Buffy couldn't help but look at Dawn.

"What's the matter, Slayer? Don't like what you see? I think she looks rather beautiful," said Spike.

Buffy couldn't speak. She couldn't believe the creature before her was her sister. Her sister's beautiful eyes were replaced by hideous yellow orbs. Dawn smiled revealing her hideous fangs. Buffy started crying and Spike started laughing. He threw her to the ground and kicked her in the stomach. Then he kicked her again and again until he was satisfied. Buffy didn't fight back; her mind was a mass of sick images. Her and Spike in bed, Dawn's vampire face, Giles' dead body on the steps, Willow's open and staring eyes in her lifeless body, Joyce Summers' funeral, the broken and unnatural position of Tara's neck, Buffy's frantic search for Dawn, Buffy waking up in her coffin, and then nothingness. Zoë, who had regained use of her magic, put a sleep spell on Buffy. It was probably the last act of mercy Buffy would ever receive, even if it was unintentional.