Response to the challenge by James from the faithfulchickies 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? IMPORTANT: THIS IS RATED M FOR A REASON, ADULT THEMES

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.


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."


"'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."