Somehow the park seemed emptier that ever, hardly anyone was there. Dawn was alone just as she had always been. All she could hear at the moment was those few words in her head that seemed to repeat themselves in and echo over and over as they burned deeper and deeper into her soul. Why did they hurt her so much? She hadn't even known why she stopped to talk to him. It was obvious what he wanted to do about a week ago. There was emptiness in his eyes. The kind of emptiness that made you want to run in fear of what might be hidden in them. "I love her," he had said, " And the only reason I ever went out with you was to get her not you. You never meant anything whatsoever to me, you..." the rest of what he said was merely a blur. She really didn't pay attention that much anyway. She was pretty much staring off into space and thinking if this was really happening. She knew it was coming she had felt it. After he finished he just ragged out and left her there in the alley he found him in with Alison. It had been a while since she had used the powers she started developing around 15 and that time somehow she had to do with the force that separated them. They both were shocked at first and Alison had just walked away mad. After that encounter she couldn't take it anymore she just had to go somewhere she could relax and think. Now here she was sitting alone in this park bench crying her eyes out and trying to repair the heart that had been shattered into so many pieces and all because of a guy.
"He never loved me," she sobbed, "I can't believe he did this to me." She broke out into tears she thought she didn't have. "I thought that the suffering in my life had stopped, I thought I left it all back home, I thought I would never cry another tear, I thought I had grown strong. No more little Dawnie witch every one had to protect and watch over." She paused for a minute and cried even more than what she had cried before. "And now that I am 23 years old and going to college miles away form home or whatever, no vampires in sight, no Buffy to compete with, no resurrecting ones for that matter, and no goddesses trying to kill me because I'm some stupid key. Now that I was the happiest person alive, Justin just dumps me like that with such cruel actions and words! Why is it that Buffy didn't have to go through this?! I can't believe this is happening!" she wiped the tears off her face, trying to wipe away the pain and embarrassment she had just gone through. Dawn got up slowly form the park bench she was sitting on. Eight p.m., her roommates were probably still at a party getting drunk or going off into a room with a random guy. She really didn't talk to her roommates much. Not that she didn't like them or anything it was just really difficult to talk to them especially because all they ever talked about was sex and cheering for the team. Dawn had nothing to relate to.
Dawn started walking toward the dorm with a hint of defeat lingering on her face. She finally reached the door, unlocked it, and slowly let it creek open to an empty dorm. She sat on her bed wondering what would have happened if she just had stayed in Sunny dale instead of coming to New York or if she would have told Buffy she was leaving town forever right after high school. Buffy did know where she was though that annoyed her. She thought she had done well in keeping it a secret. The only person she had told was Spike. He was the only one who could have told her. He was the only one back in Sunny dale that knew where she was when she left. She figured she could trust him with that. God, how she missed looking into those deep blue eyes of his, just thinking about the gaze he always gave her brought a slight smile to her face.
She lay back completely on her bed and placed her hands over her head. For the next hour she keep on asking herself why Justin had done that to her. How could she have been so blinded?
It had been quite a while since she last paid attention to her physical appearance. She had figured if the jerk had loved her it wouldn't matter. She stood up from her previous position and went to the mirror. She stood there looking in awe at what she saw. She really was a mess!
"No wonder he broke up with me" she said out loud as she felt a tear roll down her cheek. She rapidly wiped it from her face. " I should keep myself from thinking…………I know exactly how!" a smile spread across her face as she kept on looking at her motionless reflection. She chook her fear away and blinked and the reflection was the same as she was. As she walked toward the shower, she giggled at what her friend Erica had said about mirrors and how they were another dimension or something. As soon as she got out she started to blow dry her hair. She turned and looked at the clock as she finished and was beginning to curl the ends of her long brown and blonde streaked hair she had first died the year she left, 9:10, she had plenty of time.
As she finished curling her hair she slipped on a red tube top that exposed half of her stomach and half way covered her chest, and a black leather mini skirt that was barely even there. She then slipped on a pair of knee high high-heeled boots. Outfits like this always seemed to adorn her sculptural body. She ran a hand through her hair as she starred at her reflection. She looked a million times different but there was something missing. Then it hit her, Lip-gloss! She thought to herself as she opened her black purse and applied some on her red wine lips.
"There!" she said to herself as she walked out the door and into her red corvette.
Minutes later she arrived at a club that was really popular in New York called Ecstasy. She opened the door to the car and stepped out then tossed her hair out of her face. Coming here was the only thing that kept her sane and made her forget about everything good or bad. There she could just let out her stress dancing the night away.
Dawn walked into the club and walked up to the bar and ordered a double shot of tequila before running off onto the dance floor and swayed her body rhythmically with the music, her movements hypnotizing those around her just as if a spotlight was upon her. People then gathered around her, guys asking her to dance. Her seductive movements left them without any words to speak. This was exactly what she needed. She didn't even notice some of the guys' hands wandering all over her body, all she thought about was escaping the way she always did when dancing. Dancing was a way to block out everything around her, a way to throw out all her depression and stress, out at the same time. She kept moving at the rhythm of the music rubbing her body against the stranger she was dancing with. She was beginning to get real thirsty. Dawn signaled to him that she really needed to take a break and headed to the bar leaving him on the dance-floor and heading for the bar. She began to order a shot of tequila but then figured it would be better to order the whole bottle. As Dawn began to reach for the bottle and touched it she felt an icy cold hand grab hers gently followed by an icy breath on her neck.
"Wonna, share luv? If you asked me you might just need a little help"
Dawn recognized this voice. It was the voice that as a little girl sent shivers down her spine and seemed like it still did. The voice with the British accent that always drove her crazy. She didn't know what to do she just stayed facing the same direction.
Spike had had his eye on this girl all night she seemed like the perfect victim. Innocent enough to be taken advantage of and yet sexy enough to shag, not to mention the way she danced, it was hypnotizing even to him and her scent was so familiar, so deliciously familiar. But what he wasn't expecting was what came next…