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A/N: Unfortunately, this update rate on this fic won�t
continue, since I�ve got to go back to a few other projects first. On a happier note, I�d again like to thank
everyone who have reviewed

Seeing Red � Chapter 3

It was a beautiful day � the kind of one that lousy poets
wrote about using flowery prose. A
perfect California day, but it went unnoticed by the small blonde making her
way across Sunnydale. At first glance,
it looked like she didn�t have a care in the world. But if you were to look into those eyes you would find death
reflected there.

The death of loved ones; the death of enemies; the death of
her soul.

And while the passer-bys noticed nothing unusual in the
young woman, one person did � or rather, a former demon did. Anya�s eyes widened slightly as Buffy Summers
entered the Magic Shop; as a former Vengeance Demon, Anya had plenty of experience
finding women overcome by hatred and the need for vengeance. In fact, it wasn�t that unusual of an
occurrence, and it kept Anyaka busy for several millennium.

But looking into the eyes of the Slayer, Anya felt a rare
shiver of fear creep down her spine. At
that moment, she felt her mortal state keenly.
This went beyond anger, or vengeance, or hatred � the Slayer had fallen
into a state of such enmity that few demons could achieve. Worse still, the former-demon could feel the
waves of power flowing out from the Slayer.
The Slayer always tended to radiate power, but that generally �grey�
power had been tainted with a darkness that seemed to continue to feed the
Slayer�s aura with more and darker power.

�Hey Anya, got a question for ya,� Buffy asked cheerfully,
though the effect was spoiled by the coldness reflected in her eyes and
smile. �Since you were a vengeance
demon, you�ve killed lots of guys in really creative ways, right?�

�Oh yes, I remember this one husband who was cheating on his
wife with another man, so she wished for him to be speared up the rectum,� Anya
said, her fear banished by the nostalgic memories.

�Great! I need some advice on killing Warren.�

Anya frowned.

�What kind of name is �Warren� for a demon; these modern
demons have no sense, at all,� Anya said distastefully.

�Oh, Warren isn�t a demon, he�s human. He killed Dawn,� Buffy confided
matter-of-factly to Anya. Suddenly, Anya remembered the darkness in Buffy�s
eyes and the frantic phone call from Willow.
With a sinking feeling, she realized why Willow had told her to stall
Buffy.

�But I thought Slayers couldn�t kill humans; remember the
whole psychotic Faith incident?� Anya asked slowly, realizing she was treading
thin ice.

�When have I ever followed the rules? I didn�t kill Angel, Spike,� the last name
was said in a voice completely devoid of any emotion making Anya wonder, �and
you. I mean, you�ve kills tons of
people when you were a demon. When you
were a demon, I would have killed you without a second thought. But you became human so I didn�t�� Buffy
trailed off, lost in thought as she contemplated the subject.

Anya had never been more grateful for the invention of the
telephone than at that moment. Grabbing
the handle, she only hoped that the ring tone had broken the Slayer�s train of
thought. The former demon had not liked
where those thoughts were heading.

�Magic Box.�

�Anya, thank the Goddess!
Is Buffy there?� a frantic Willow asked.

�Yes, she is, and when the hell are you getting her?� Anya
asked in a slightly stressed-out voice.

�We�re almost there; do you know another number we can use
to reach Giles? We�ve been trying to
him a hold of him, but so far no luck.�

�Anya, would you hurry up?
I want get to killing Warren quickly � well, start the process quickly,
anyways.�

Willow stared at Tara in shock as Buffy�s voice drifted
across the cell phone. Before Anya
could respond, the phone clicked and all that could be heard was the dial
tone. The two witches looked at each
other in horror, and began to run. Five
minutes later they were outside the Magic Box � which now sported a �closed�
sign despite being three o�clock in the afternoon.

Things must have gone really bad if Anya was willing to
close and lose the chance to make money, Willow thought.

Thankful that the door was unlocked, the two witches
carefully entered the store. Only to be
surprised when they saw Buffy and Anya sitting at the table talking amicably�

�amidst chaos.

Shelves and their contents were toppled over and laid
carelessly on the floor. There were
several holes in the walls ranging from fist-sized to that of a body. Several chairs were smashed to pieces near
various walls. While taking this in,
Tara heard a small groan come from the rubble of books. Quickly the girls began tossing books away
and were shocked to see a battered Rupert Giles regaining consciousness.

�Oh my God, Giles!� Willow cried.

Wincing, Giles snuck a peak over to where Anya dn Buffy were
still chatting away before he carefully began to sit up.

�A little quieter, if you please, Willow. Not only do I have a bloody headache, I�d
rather not re-attract Buffy�s attention at the moment,� Giles said, strangely
calm despite the fact he had been beaten to a pulp.

�Buffy did this?� Willow asked, aghast. Without waiting for the obvious answer, Tara
asked, �Mr. Giles, w-what are you d-doing here?�

Giles sighed wearily.

�A coven of powerful witches I know in England sense the
rise of a great evil from what was once good.
I must admit, thought it would be you, Willow, given your past
infatuation with dark magic,� Giles confessed.

Willow smiled wanly and nodded for Giles to continue.

�I was given the combined power of the coven in order to
stop its rise.�

�I�m guessing it failed?� Willow more-of stated rather than
asked, eyeing Giles� bedevilled state.

�Yes, working on the assumption that you had turned, by
absorbing the �good� magic of the coven you would retain a measure of your humanity,
hopefully long enough for one of us to get through to you.�

�S-so, this p-plan didn�t work b-because Buffy is a Slayer,
not a w-witch?� Tara asked, giving the Slayer (who still continued her
discussion with Anya) a pensive look.

�Yes, but with the coven�s power I should have been able to
bind Buffy physically until I found a way to restore her mental and emotional
balance, but�� Giles trailed off, a glazed look entering his eyes.

�But�? Giles!� Willowed hissed sharply.

�Pardon?� Giles asked blankly, and despite the seriousness
of the situation, Willow barely managed to prevent herself from rolling her
eyes. �But?� she asked exasperatedly.

�Oh, right. I�m not
entirely certain what happened. The
power within Buffy that makes her a Slayer seemed to simply�overpower the magic
I was using. I have never heard of a
similar instance happening in any of the Watcher Diaries,� Giles
confessed. �There�s a very good chance that
Buffy would have killed me if Anya hadn�t convinced Buffy that she needed good
ideas of how to kill Warren and she could kill me later. What did this Warren do to cause Buffy to
snap like this?�

Willow and Tara looked at each for a moment, before turning
sad eyes back to the Watcher.

�He killed Dawn. He
must have done it right in front of Buffy,� Willow said softly. Giles closed his eyes briefly in sorrow;
both girls had become like daughters to him, and the thought he had not only
lost one, but the other one as well froze his mental processes for a
moment. It was Buffy that broke him out
of his reverie.

�Thanks a lot, Anya, you�ve given me some really good
ideas. But Warren is finally trying to
get out of town so I�ve got to get going,� Buffy said apologetically to the
former demon, who was currently shooting worried looks to where Giles, Willow
and Tara still huddled amongst the mess.
With the help of Willow and Tara, Giles got up stiffly and warily
approached the blonde Slayer, intercepting her as she made for the door.

�Buffy, you don�t want to do this�� Giles began but was
quickly interrupted.

�Why, Giles, because Slayer�s shouldn�t kill humans because
they have souls? The one�s who have
hurt me most have had souls,� Buffy said, her face went blank for a moment and
the Watcher almost missed the whispered, �almost everyone.�

�As your Watcher�� Giles tried again, but again was
interrupted by Buffy as she began to laugh.

�You aren�t my Watcher � you left. Besides, I�ve decided to take the advice of someone better
qualified than you: the First Slayer,� she added at Giles� uncomprehending
look. Tara looked somewhat confused, as
did Anya, but twin looks of horror filtered across Giles and Willow�s
face. They remembered the night after
the defeat of Adam when the First Slayer attempted to kill them. The First Slayer hadn�t seemed to have a
speck of humanity within her; willing to kill anyone or anything that stepped
in the way of her completing her goal of ridding the world of evil. Maybe it was this final shock, or Buffy�s calm
yet dangerous eyes, but whatever the reason the group watched silently as Buffy
left the store, her finally words hanging in the air.

�Got to go kill Warren now, see ya later.�

TBC

A/N: A couple more
chapters before Faith and gang arrive, so hang in there
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