Disclaimer: None of this is mine (unfortunately), it all belongs to Joss.
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As she waited for her father to show up, Dawn sat on the couch thinking. Ever since her mother and Buffy had died, no one had paid much attention to her. She knew deep down that they blamed her....their hero was gone and it was all her fault. Hell, deep down she knew it was her fault. No one cared, not even her so-called father. Maybe if left, just up and left, like Spike had then everything would be alright. Right in the middle of forming her plot to run away she heard a beep. Great...now I get the father who never cared, trying to make up for 17 years of negligence, Dawn thought. Here we go...
3 hours later, Dawn appeared back home, extremely pissed...no that was an understatement she was rip shit. She knew exactly what she needed a good release. Running up the stairs, she was glad that Tara and Willow had moved out. She was 17 for god's sake; she could take care of herself. Sure, it had taken a lot of convincing but in the end, she had won. Rummaging through her closet, she found what she was looking for. Pulling out the tight black leather pants and a blood red corset with black stitching she smiled to herself. Yes, this is exactly what she needed. She applied smoky black eye shadow and blood red lipstick to match the corset. Whoa, now I know what Buffy never let me wear this stuff. The clothes were Buffy's once but Dawn had taken them out of her closet after she died. She just wanted thing to make her feel closer to her sister. I look much older. Dawn thought, smiling she pulled on her black knee high boots, taking one last look in the mirror she nodded approval and grabbed her car keys.
Walking into the club, she pulled out her fake ID (courtesy of some kid from school) she ordered a coke and Bacardi. She didn't want to get drunk too fast now did she? She needed something in her before she let loose. Finishing the drink, she went to the front of the club and looked through the book sitting on the table. Dawn had discovered this place a few weeks back. Pleased when she found it, she kept going back. They called it Bloody Marys and it was located in a small alleyway near Sunny Dale University. A lot of college kids hung out there. Drinking and bad karaoke to laugh at was a great combination. The occasional good singer would get up there and please the crowd but she herself had never tried it. Well that's going to change tonight. She smiled looking at her choice of song.
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As she waited for her father to show up, Dawn sat on the couch thinking. Ever since her mother and Buffy had died, no one had paid much attention to her. She knew deep down that they blamed her....their hero was gone and it was all her fault. Hell, deep down she knew it was her fault. No one cared, not even her so-called father. Maybe if left, just up and left, like Spike had then everything would be alright. Right in the middle of forming her plot to run away she heard a beep. Great...now I get the father who never cared, trying to make up for 17 years of negligence, Dawn thought. Here we go...
3 hours later, Dawn appeared back home, extremely pissed...no that was an understatement she was rip shit. She knew exactly what she needed a good release. Running up the stairs, she was glad that Tara and Willow had moved out. She was 17 for god's sake; she could take care of herself. Sure, it had taken a lot of convincing but in the end, she had won. Rummaging through her closet, she found what she was looking for. Pulling out the tight black leather pants and a blood red corset with black stitching she smiled to herself. Yes, this is exactly what she needed. She applied smoky black eye shadow and blood red lipstick to match the corset. Whoa, now I know what Buffy never let me wear this stuff. The clothes were Buffy's once but Dawn had taken them out of her closet after she died. She just wanted thing to make her feel closer to her sister. I look much older. Dawn thought, smiling she pulled on her black knee high boots, taking one last look in the mirror she nodded approval and grabbed her car keys.
Walking into the club, she pulled out her fake ID (courtesy of some kid from school) she ordered a coke and Bacardi. She didn't want to get drunk too fast now did she? She needed something in her before she let loose. Finishing the drink, she went to the front of the club and looked through the book sitting on the table. Dawn had discovered this place a few weeks back. Pleased when she found it, she kept going back. They called it Bloody Marys and it was located in a small alleyway near Sunny Dale University. A lot of college kids hung out there. Drinking and bad karaoke to laugh at was a great combination. The occasional good singer would get up there and please the crowd but she herself had never tried it. Well that's going to change tonight. She smiled looking at her choice of song.