Crimson Regret

(((In my world, Dawn likes Faith. I know in season 7 she was with the hating of her but whatever. My brother pointed that out to me and every other damn thing in my story that doesn’t agree with the show. Ugh. Someone shoot him for me. Also, I probably wont be updating for a little while cause work is fucking crazy this week, but since I don’t have anything to do so far today I’ll see how many chapters I can write up for you guys. Probably wont be a lot though.)))

[ -- Chapter 8 -- ]

I quickly went threw the kitchen, trying to make myself a sandwich before Buffy came down. But luck was never really my thing.

“I’d appreciate it if you stayed upstairs when I’m down here,” she said, coming into the kitchen.

“I was here first,” I reply and then look up at her.

She must have noticed my tear-stained face because her expression softened for a minute in guilt but it was replaced a minute later by triumph. “Aww did I make you cry, Faithy? Oh how sad, I’m sorry,” she said sarcastically.

“Sometimes it surprises me how immature you can be,” I say seriously, then go back to making my sandwich.

“I’m older that you are Faith, if you’ve forgotten,” she retorted.

“Physically yes. Mentally... well you used to be. I guess not anymore though,” I say without even looking up.

Buffy was about to say something when Dawn came In threw the door. She took one look at me and yelled, “Faith!” and ran over to give me a hug.

Buffy huffed at Dawns excitement, she always hated that Dawn liked me, even after I freaked and went mental. “Hey Runt!” I say and hug her back, smiling.

After we pulled away, Dawns little kid side went away and her ‘try to be cool’ side perked up. “So what’s up? Why are you back?”

I look at Buffy, I didn’t know if Dawn knew about this whole thing. -I- hardly knew about this whole thing.

“She’s here to help with Glory,"Buffy answered.

“That’s the bitch’s name?” I ask. *Glory, fucking retarded name for a God. Prissy as hell.*

“Ooohh, okay. Cool, we’ll really kick her ass now!” Dawn pretended to sound excited but she still sounded scared.

I look at Buffy, “At some point will you remove your wall and talk to me and give me the details?”

“Wall?” Dawn asked.

“Your sister doesn’t like to talk to me, and every time she does its to yell at me.”

“That’s not true,” Buffy said and crossed her arms over her chest in a way that reminded me of a child.

I roll my eyes at Buffy and Dawn asked, “Why? Isn’t Faith good now?”

“She’ll never be ‘good’.” Buffy said angrily.

“B’s right Dawn. I can never be fully good because of what I’ve done. But I’m still gonna spend the rest of my life trying.” I finally pick up my sandwich and take a bite.

“Well that’s good enough for me,” Dawn said, sitting on the kitchen counter. “I mean, I think its harder to try and fix yourself rather than being it all along. So you deserve a lot of credit.”

“Thanks kid.” I say and smile. *Damn this kids smarter than B.*

Buffy glared and said, “Dawn go upstairs and start your homework, I need to talk to Faith.”

“But...”

“NOW.” Buffy pointed to the stairs and Dawn hopped off the counter and went up them, grumbling about how life isn’t fair.

Buffy turned to me, “Don’t talk to my sister.”

“I think that kids old enough to decide who she wants to talk to,” I answer and take another bite of my sandwich.

“No, she’s not.” Buffy paused and took a breath, “She’s only six months old.”

“Huh?”

“Dawn is a magical key in human form,” she started. I looked at her with an expression of pure stupidity. “She’s the key to dimensions, that’s why Glory wants her. But these monks needed to hide the key from Glory so they made it human and sent it to me six months ago. Ahosehose memories in your head of Dawn, are fake. Dawn took it really hard when she found out, not that I blame her.”

I was confused. Okay, so confused was an understatement, but I asked, “Does Glory know its Dawn?”

Buffy shook her head, “No, but she does know I have it.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

I get up and throw my sandwich away, I wasn’t really hungry anymore. I sit back down and look at her, tr to to process all of this. “All fake?”

She nods, “Yeah, all of them.”

“So she didn’t try and dress like me and she didn’t steal my favorite lipstick?” I was having a hard time grasping this.

“Nope.”

“Oh.” I was still confused, but maybe it was just initial shock.

She looked at me for a little bite, like she was remembering or realizing something and turned to walk out of the room. “Where are you going?” I ask.

“Like you care.” She stopped and turned to look at me, and she actually looked a little but hurt. And also a lot bit guilty.

“Whoa Blondie, back up. Its you who don’t care about me, remember?” I get up as well, pushing the chair back a little.

“Yeah... right...” She replied kind of dazed. She seemed to be in her own little world, and not looking to happy about it.

“B, what’s wrong?” I step closer to her and she backs away, folding her arms into herself like I used to do when I was younger to try and crawl into myself.

“Nothing.”

“There’s something going on upstairs,” I point to her head, “Otherwise you wouldn’t be acting like this.”

“I-I gotta go,” she said and backed away and practically ran to the door. She opened it but stopped and turned to me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“What I did, and said, upstairs. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” With that she walked out the door and closed it tightly behind her.

TBC....