Her Refusal
He had taken everything away.
Everything the girl had.
Her family lay around her, dead, covered in their own blood.
Willow had been unceremoniously ripped in two.
Anya was a bloody mess and Tara looked whole with only twin puncture wounds marring her twisted neck.
Xander was literally in pieces.
Buffy, poor Buffy lay without her head just in front of the girl. He had taken everything from her.
“You have nothing left Bit, nothing at all.” Spike sneered. “Give yourself to me.”
The Dawn glared at him in refusal, she still had one thing left, she had her pride.