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Response to the challenge by James from the
faithful_chickies yahoo group – it’s all his idea, I’m just borrowing it for a
bit
Title: Seeing Red
Season: AU version of ‘Seeing Red’, I think Season 6, not
sure
Pairings: Buffy/Faith, eventually
Summary: Spike
succeeds in raping Buffy, who is sent into shock from the encounter. Then something happens to push her over the
edge and now she’s on the warpath and she doesn’t care who gets in her – human
or demon – and willing to kill. Can
Faith help her fellow Slayer from making the same mistakes she did, or is it
too late for Buffy?
Disclaimer: The
girls aren’t mine, Angel characters aren’t mine either --- heck, even the idea
for this story isn’t mine.
A/N: It’s been a
very long time since I’ve seen the episode ‘Seeing Red’, so if I get certain
details wrong forgive me. I also have
no idea what’s going on with Angel at this time, but as far as I’m concerned
Cordelia and alive and un-evil and has her visions (and I’m ignoring Connor if
he existed now)
Seeing Red
Chapter 1
Dawn was laughing slightly to herself as she walked up the
sidewalk to her house. She had just
spent the night at Janice’s house and as much as she enjoyed her friend’s
company, she still missed her sister – not that she would ever tell
Buffy that!
“Buffy!” Dawn yelled as she entered the house, and frowned
when she didn’t get a reply. Buffy was
usually home around now. Entering the
kitchen, she looked around but it didn’t look like anyone had been in there all
day. A small note on the fridge from
Willow said that she and Tara had gone to the Magic Shop.
“Buffy?” Dawn called again – and a chill went up her
spine. Not sure why she was feeling so
anxious, she prowled around the house.
She gasped as she saw the bathroom completely trashed, and saw blood on
the floor. Taking deep breathes to calm
herself, she ran out the house into the backyard and was shocked to see her
sister sitting in the middle of the yard.
Not answering to Dawn’s questions, Buffy sat with her knees
to her chest, staring out at nothing.
Her clothes were ripped and a bite at her throat was still
bleeding. With a shaking hand, the
teenager touched her sister’s shoulder gently, and was shocked when Buffy
flinched at the contact.
“Buffy, what happened?” Dawn asked gently, kneeling beside
her sister who continued to look straight ahead.
“Nothing, Dawnie, go back inside.”
“Buffy, you’re injured – that’s not nothing! Who did this to you?” Dawn asked, getting angry
that her sister wouldn’t tell her something as important as this.
Buffy was quiet for a moment, and then whispered, “Spike.”
“But…but, Spike can’t hurt anyone!” Dawn protested, still
not understanding what was going on. A
tear ran down Buffy’s face, followed by another, but she didn’t begin to sob
nor did she wipe the tears away. They
continued their lonely trail down the Slayer’s face, not growing any worse but
neither stopping.
Dawn threw her arms around Buffy and held on tight as the
girl continued to cry silently. They
stayed like that for what seemed like hours, and until the tears stopped. Dawn carefully grabbed her sister’s hand and
drew her to her feet.
“Come on, let’s go inside,” she said gently, and slowly the
Slayer nodded. The two had begun to
make their way inside when they a shout behind them. They turned to see Warren standing in the backyard, a maniacal
grin on his face. Without saying another
word, he raised his arm and Dawn gasped as she saw the gun.
Acting on instinct, she shoved her sister to the ground and
that movement place her in the path of the oncoming bullets. Pain shot through her chest and she gasped,
but it came out strangled as she already began to choke on her own blood. Mistaking the blood from her earlier wound
and the Slayer’s still figure, Warren smiled triumphantly ran off thinking he
had killed the Slayer.
Buffy looked up at her sister in incomprehension. But as Dawn began to fall Buffy shook
herself out of her reverie and caught her as best she could. The front of Dawn’s shirt was completely
covered in blood, and she tried to talk as she coughed up even more blood.
“Shh, Dawnie, don’t try to talk. Everything will be alright.”
Dawn looked up at the sister she loved and admired so much,
and smiled.
“I finally got to save you,” she said softly, happily, and
breathed out one last time.
“Dawn?” Buffy asked weakly, but knowing that her little
sister wouldn’t answer her. Carefully,
she lifted the young girl in her arms and took her to Buffy’s room. She laid her down, and grabbed Mr. Gordo and
placed him carefully in Dawn’s folded hands.
If it weren’t for the blood, it looked as if Dawn was only sleeping.
Looking down at her dead sister – the one she had died
to save – and the Slayer felt anger rise within.
No.
It went beyond anger…beyond hatred…beyond rage…it went
beyond anything Buffy had ever experienced before. It was the antithesis of everything she had felt in Heaven – and
it was all directed at one person.
“Warren,” Buffy whispered.
**********************
Willow was reading a book on spells when she felt a chill go
through her soul. Looking over at Tara,
she saw the girl’s face go pale and realized she had felt it as well. Something was very wrong.
Quickly, Willow reached for her cell phone and tried to
reach Buffy. When that didn’t work, she
tried Buffy’s cell phone. She let it
ring twenty times before she hanged up and quickly stood up.
“Buffy’s not answering.”
The two witches quickly made their way back to the Summers
home, and were shocked to see the ambulance parked out from. They rushed inside in time to see a body bag
being brought down. Willow rushed up to
one of the paramedics.
“I live here, what happened, who…?”
Seeing the anguish in the girl’s eyes, the paramedic nodded
to his partner who unzipped the bag.
Willow gasped as she saw Dawn’s face.
“Oh my god, Dawn.
What happened?”
“We received a phone call that there had been a shooting
victim at this address. When we
arrived, we found the girl in her bedroom.”
“W-who m-made the ph-phone call,” Tara asked, standing
beside her girlfriend.
“It was made anonymously.
We’ll need someone to come later and identify the body,” the paramedic
said casually, and helped his partner wheel out the body. Willow and Tara stared in shock, but then
remembered Buffy. The two rushed
upstairs into Buffy’s room but saw no sign of the Slayer.
The bed was soaked in blood, and Tara tenderly grabbed Mr.
Gordo, who now had several bloodstains.
Looking around, Willow noticed ripped and bloody clothes on the
floor. Frowning, Willow reached down
and realized that they were Buffy’s.
“T-try her c-cell phone again,” Tara suggested and Willow
reached for her phone. She smiled in relief
when she heard Buffy answer.
“Buffy, where are you?”
“Oh, I’m going hunting,” Buffy replied casually – but there
was an edge and coldness to her voice that made Willow nervous.
“Oh! Um…that’s nice, who are you hunting?” Willow asked as
calmly as she could.
“Warren and his two buddies in crime.”
“Why?”
“’Cause he killed Dawn,” Buffy said matter-of-factly. Fear rushed through Willow, and she realized
that Dawn’s death might have broken her friend.
“Buffy, what are you going to do?” she asked nervously,
wondering just how far gone the Slayer was.
“Not sure yet. I
might skin him alive – that sounds like fun.
But he’s a wimp, so might die too early. I’ll have to ask Anya, I’m sure she’ll have a lot of good ideas.”
“So you’re heading to the Magic Shop?” Willow asked, trying
to keep the panic out of her voice.
Buffy answered in the affirmative and hung up. Frantically, Willow called the Magic Shop.
“This is the Magic Shop, how may we help you spend your
money today?” Anya answered cheerfully.
“Anya, this is Willow.
I need you to stall Buffy when she gets there.”
“Willow, what are you talking about?”
“Just do it!” Willow shouted and hanged up the phone. Tara was watching her girlfriend anxiously,
having only heard half the conversation but enough to know that something bad
was happening.
“Willow, what’s wrong?”
“It’s Buffy.”
***************************
Cordelia walked into the office where Wesley and Angel were working
through different prophecies and was about to ask them what they wanted for
lunch when she gasped and nearly fell to the floor from the force of her
vision. Quickly, the two men were by
the girl’s side.
“Cordelia, what did you see?”
Cordelia just kept shaking her head repeating ‘shit’ over
and over again. After a minute,
Cordelia finally sank to the floor in exhaustion. She reached into her pocket and grabbed some pills and quickly
swallowed a couple.
“That’s the longest I’ve ever seen you have a premonition
for,” Wesley said, exchanging a worried look with Angel.
“With good reason,” Cordelia groaned, from both the content
and aftermath of the vision. “We’re in
serious trouble.”
“What did you see?” Angel asked.
“Buffy is about to make Faith’s psychotic break seem like
child’s play. We need to get Faith out
of jail, now.”
Cordelia got up off the floor and walked out of the
office. The former Watcher and vampire
chased after her.
“Cordy, what exactly did you see?” Angel asked
anxiously. The brunette kept her back
turned to Angel.
“Buffy, killing…anything and everything. She’ll be a worse killer than Angelus,”
Cordelia said, finally turning to look at Angel, “and she’s already so far gone
that I don’t know there’s still a chance to save her.”
Angel began to protest but Cordelia raised a hand to silence
him.
“But if there is a chance, it lies with Faith. I don’t know how or why – that’s all I got
from the vision.”
“And if Faith fails?” Wesley asked quietly.
“I doubt we’ll live to regret it.”
TBC
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