Right this wrong

Title: Fool for love pt2

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, so don't sue me!

Summary: What is the last episode… 'Chosen' turned out differently? Read on and see what happens. Spuffy…

Pairing: Spike/Buffy; Willow/Tara; Xander/Anya

A/N: Thank you everyone for your reviews!

Chapter 7

Dawn felt the adrenalin rushing through her veins. The quick power boost gave her enough confidence to face her fear. With a swift move she kicked her attacker and started furiously trying to stab him with the stake, she didn't stop until she knew that she got him.

"Sorry luv, but you missed the heart," Spike said with a smirk as he pulled out the stake. Only now Dawn realised who it was, she was still shaken up.

"Mind telling me what you're doing here? You know the Slayer will have a fit if she finds out" He stated simply.

"How? Why…no blood" Dawn mumbled as she pointed to the 'wound' out of which Spike pulled the stake few seconds ago.

"Gem of Amara…. but that is beside the point. What the hell are you doing here? You got a death wish, Nibblet?" Right then she remembered why she came there.

"What the hell did you do to my sister?" she said angrily.

"Nothing!" He said throwing his hands up in defence from the water gun that Dawn was aiming.

"Well I don't believe you. After you left I found her on the floor crying and shaking like she was having a seizure. So pardon me for not believing you!" She almost yelled, but started calming down as she watched Spike's face.

The slayer crying… 'Maybe she meant what she said?" he thought for a brief second, but then he dismissed that thought.

"You are coming with me!" The teenager commanded through gritted teeth as she grabbed him by the side of his duster and started dragging him towards the gates of the cemetery.

Spike was about to protest, but then decided not to. The demon inside laughed at him. A hundred thirty year old scourge of Europe, a Master vampire, The Slayer of Slayers was dragged by the slayer's fifteen year old sister, God…that's what she has reduces him to.

The two of them slowly opened the door to Buffy's room. Buffy was still in exactly the same spot, she was still crying, but by the looks of it, she has calmed down a bit.

"Slayer?" As soon as she heard his voice her head shot up.

Spike's eyes studied the broken slayer. Her hair was even messier then before, Her eyes puffy and red well…the whole face was red. Yet in his eyes she was the most beautiful woman. Every time he looked into her eyes he got lost in those emerald orbs, but now the pain that he saw in them dulled her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly as he walked towards her and lifted her off the floor and on the bed. The girl in his arms was no longer Slayer, she wasn't that tough, angry and snappy chick. She was a fragile little girl.

"You don't love me," She said simply, he saw a wave of pain coming over her beautiful features. She turned on her right side, her back facing him, unwilling to look at him, as her eyes were already too sore for more tears.

Spike didn't know what to say, so he just sat there silently. He heard the door closing, the teenager walked out giving them some privacy.

"You can't love me." He said after the long pause, breaking the somewhat uncomfortable silence.

"Why not?" Buffy snapped as she quickly turned around and sat up on the bed finally forcing her eyes to look into his. There…. he finally saw that fire, the anger and fury that kept the Slayer in her going.

"Because you're a vampire? Because you're a thing? Because you're a killer? Because you don't have a soul?" She yelled at him.

"Well that pretty much sums it up," He agreed easily.

"I know you, I know that there's a man beneath the big bad persona…" She stated hopelessly.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be. After all he probably still had Drusilla in the back of his mind. A woman or rather a vampire that he loved for over a century…that just doesn't go away, he'd always love her. And that thing that they had in the past…or well the possible future was probably a fling or a phase that he was going through.

'No he did love me, he got a soul for me, he died for me' Her mind argued back.

"Slayer what kind of game are you playing. Two days ago you would have staked me for all I know. Then you kiss me at the Watcher's shop. Then you give me the gem of Amara and start crying there and now this. Tell me the truth Buffy." He said, a puzzled frown marring his features, but his eyes pleading her to explain.

"You died…everyone died, I watched her kill so many, she killed Faith right in front of me…I felt your body crumble to dust… I…" She spoke slowly her eyes were closed as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. She covered her face with her hands and then slowly wiped the tears away. She felt his strong arms going around her fragile frame, pulling her closer to him. She laid her head on his shoulder as she quietly continued weeping, while his right hand was lightly patting her back, a comforting gesture he was never really good at, yet she appreciated it so much, just like she did last time, years ago when all she needed was to cry it all out.

'Oh God' It only hit her than. The night when he was comforting her, was when her mother… She was about to hop off the bed and get her mum into the car when she remembered that the tumour wasn't the cause of her death. She did make a mental note to ask for blood thinners or something like that from the doctor.

She sighed, this whole changing the past gig wasn't as easy as she thought. She already wrote down the main events that would need changing, but the one that she was most worried about was Glory. After being put through it all before, she knew she couldn't jump again and leave all those that she loved behind, and who knew maybe Willow wouldn't resurrect her this time…and that only let to one single question, would she take another human's life? Because the only way to defeat Glory is to kill Ben, who is pretty much the innocent in this whole scenario.

Putting her mind to rest, at least for couple of hours, she slid her hands under his duster, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. She moved her hand into the collar of his favourite black shirt and ran it downward, opening several buttons of his shirt. Buffy leaned against him, kissing the soft skin of his neck and slowly moving up to his lips. Her left hand reached out to the bedside table until finally finding the power cord to the small lamp and pulling it out from the socket.

A/N: Yay I finally updated. Took me a while. Please review!