Title: Coming Home... Kinda
Feedback: Would be much appreciated. It's the reader's decision if I should continue. I really love to see what the people who read my stuff think. I don't care if you want to criticize me, I know I have pretty bad grammar... so go for it!
Note: A new story, Ha. I was just reading a story with Dawn as the main character, and what can I say, it inspired me. So I'm putting the new update for my other story off for a while to try this new story. I don't know if it's any good though, so tell me what cha think. Is it worth it to write another chapter? Well... anyway thanks for at least clicking on the title.
Told in: First person POV Dawn's to be more specific.
If only I had the choice. The choice to live where I wanted. Not this horrible place that they call LA. Don't get me wrong LA's great, fabulous shopping, famous people to meet and loads of things to do. No, it's not the place itself that gets me; it's the memories. This place is everything that I hate about what's happened in my life. Sure I've faced vampires, one huge pain in the ass hell god and a bunch of girls sharing one bathroom but none of that compares to the emotional drama that's happened to me here.
The last time I was here was about eight years ago give or take. The thing I remember most was the last thing that happened here to me. My mom was driving away from my childhood home, with sister in tow. We were headed off to Sunnydale the place that I had called home for most of my eight years of LA free-ness. I looked out the back window. My dad stood there watching me. His eyes locked mine and he mouthed, 'goodbye'. It was the last time that I've seen him in real life. Sure I've talked to him, when he's not busy with his new girlfriend, Selhie (she's half his age, his secretary and a twit) but it really wasn't good enough. He was traveling with her most of the last two years so I couldn't even talk to him. It's simple enough to say that I have taken a real disliking to her.
You understand now why I wasn't too happy about coming back. But hey what choice did I have. I wasn't of legal age, for a while and even if I was, it wasn't like I could just disappear and live my own life. My sister, Buffy would never approve; she's far too much of a worry-wort. So I packed up and got shoved out the door to live with said dad and said young girlfriend, here.
Now I'm in a taxi in front of his house. Don't get me wrong it's beautiful but I don't really care, I wanna go home, back to Rome. My dad opens my door for me and I stretch as I jump out. "Hey dad," I say slowly. He looks ecstatic to see me, wish I could say the same about him. I do love him, it's just that I hardly know him now, he's never made an effort. Maybe you're thinking, 'why are you in LA?' I know I'd be thinking that, so I'll fill you in. My sister thinks that it's not safe for me to be near her in her train of work. She thinks after the whole big battle that I should live normally. She doesn't get it that I don't want to live like that. I don't want to just conform like I'm expected to. I want to stand out and be noticed. So dear Buffy sends off her sis, that is me, and now I'm stuck, as I've said, here with people I'd rather run into a fire than be near.
"Hey Dawnie, how was the flight, was it fun, was it safe, how's Buffy?" Daddy dear asks. Too many questions so little time, at least time that I'd show any care in. There is no way I could fake happy for that long. So I stand there and shrug.
"Fine, sure, yeah, fine, just tired at the moment," I reply as my dad grabs my luggage. He hands me my backpack and I take it while he carries my two other cases.
"Probably jet leg, hey kid-o," He adds laughing lightly. I don't wanna be called kid-o or Dawnie. Those names are for people who have stuck by my side through think and thin, but do I tell him that? No, why? I don't want to have to tell him that. I know that his face will fall and I'll have to work extra hard to make him feel better. At the present time, I'm just plain too lazy. I shrug again as we walk to the door of the house. "So me and Selhie got a room ready for you. It has blank walls at the moment but when you get settled in more you can do whatever you wish to it," he tells me as we enter a hallway. "Right now you got a bed and dresser, you know basic stuff." We finally reach my room the last on the left of the hall. "Me and Selhie's room is in the opposite direction, so you have lots of privacy," my dad informs me. I hate how they share a room. That freaks me out. I walk in my new room and turn back to him.
"It's quaint," I tell him. It's of medium size, nice looking. Looks like it has potential... I drop my backpack on the floor and my dad places my other two by the door.
"Yeah... anyway I'll give you some time by yourself. Dinner's at five thirty. Kay?"
"Sure," I reply as my dad leaves me alone. Thank god, alone at last. I fall gracefully onto the bed. Light blue conformer with light pink stripes. It feels like it was decorated for a one-year-old. I guess it's okay. I look over to the bedside table and smile brightly as I see a phone. Well, well, leaving a teenager in a room with a phone, wonder what's gonna happen? But, who do I know in LA. I don't remember any of my old friends from here... hmmmmmmmm... hey I know, I know Angel. Okay I don't really know the guy. He dated my sister. I only talked to him like twice, and technically I really didn't. Wasn't created then, but hey I'm bored and what could he possibly be doing that's so important?
I pick up the phone and dial for the operator, "Oh yeah um can I have the number for the Wolfram and hart building?" I ask the lady on the other line. "Okay thanks," I finish as I write down the number. I hang up for a second and start to dial the number. "Hello is Angel in?" I ask to a voice. "Sure I'll wait," I add as the person tells me to hold. She's transferring me to his secretary. It's strange to think... Angel having a secretary... he's never been that business-like. "Yeah hello," I tell the new secretary that I swear I've talked to before. Probably just has one of those voices. "Yeah I'd really like to speak to Angel. Hmm yeah it's important." I know it's not but I'm bored.
Angel picks up the other line frantically. Seems like someone needs to relax, "What's up?"
"Hey Angel." He doesn't give me time to say anything else.
"Dawn? What's wrong? Is it Buffy? Are you guys all okay?"
"Chill Angel. I'm just phoning to talk. Everyone's okay," I tell him. I swear I hear someone in the background say, 'What's wrong with Buffy... what's happening?' frantically. But I'm not sure who... maybe Wesley? Whatever. Angel shh's whoever it is.
"You phoned to talk?" Angel asks confused. I don't understand what's so confusing. I just needed to talk. It wasn't like he couldn't spare ten minuets.
"Yeah, you know... the thing where you move your mouth and sound comes out?" I ask sarcastically.
"Yeah I know what it means to talk," he tells me with a slightly annoyed tone.
"Yeah so how are you? Kill anything lately? I'm so bored..." I state.
"Um I'm okay--- um you know what it costs for long distance?" Angel asks me. He thinks I'm still the young girl I was when he last saw me, as if. Why should he care how much it would cost me anyway?
"Actually yeah but that doesn't matter. I'm in LA. They don't charge that much for local calls." I tell him. I forgot to mention that before, didn't I? Oh well no harm no foul, eh?
"Local? Why are you in LA? Is Buffy with you?" Angel questions. Always thinking about Buffy. Jeez the guys she dates or dated anyways, are always so into her. I wait two seconds for dramatic effect but hold my words when I hear again that voice in the background, 'Buffy's here? When?' But whoever is talking is again quieted.
This time it's more of an obvious 'shut-up now' kinda statement, "SHUT UP, SPIKE, Angel's on an important call," I don't know who shouted it but I don't care. Spike's alive, I think.
"Spike?" I ask.
I hear the phone switch hands and an exhale from Angel. He's not in the best mood. But do I care? NO! "Um yeah," Spike's voice, his deep British voice says. He's alive? When? How? And why the hell didn't I know? Did Buffy? If so why didn't she tell me? She had to have known? I mean Andrew was in LA a bit ago... Spike had to have been here to? Wouldn't he have? I think that he would have- at least. Why not? Andrew couldn't keep a secrete to save his life. Not this juicy a-one. Buffy knew... she had to have. Then why didn't she tell me? Letting me believe that my best friend was dead. And Spike was my best friend too; I couldn't talk to anyone like I could talk to him. Buffy was gonna be getting an earful for this.
"Spike?" I whisper to him. I don't know about all the answers to my questions but I'll figure it all out later. There's so much I need to tell him now. So much has happened... and it's just the same for him, I bet. Hey it's not everyday that you die and come back to life, I mean that is if you aren't Buffy...
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