AN: Ok so this may just be a one shot about how I feel Spike and dawn should be together or it may become a full fledged story I'm not sure yet I have a lot of other stories going that need work. It is rated for language but if it continues there is defiantly a naughty scene in it's future. Btw if the words are bold and within a single quote mark they are thoughts Oh and on point is a dance term it is like being on your tip toes

Dawn sighed as her feet touched solid ground, a smirk crossed her face 'Seriously Buffy gives me her room then grounds me? What is going on with her reasoning skills.' Honestly though it hurt that her sister was so inattentive it was like Dawn only existed to give her something to smother and protect. She had gone a whole three steps when she felt it, a cold chill washing over her as if his hands where ghosting across her skin, she felt it when ever HE was near.

"Running away bit?"

God she hated when he spoke because it caused such a mix of emotion in her, she loved his voice and it made her tingle in all the right places, but the things he called her filled her with frustration and anger. Bit, Niblet, Little bite, those were his names for her like he was calling her a child not even worth eating, but Buffy he called her Love and Pet like she was his world.

"Not running away just going out."

"Out where?"

He was closer now walking forward out of the shadows that clung to him like a reminder that he belonged there wrapped in them, he leaned against the tree she had just descended and smirked at her as if he knew her every secret and desire. It made Dawn sigh wistfully at the image of him knowing her completely, back in that room she had just left with Buffy unknowingly sleeping down the hall, in his crypt on the bed he had stolen and set up there with it's silk sheets, or even at the bronze, where she was headed, his eyes and hands roaming her body as she danced against him. Spike shot into a standing position and she remembered he had an amazing sense of smell, and could hear her heartbeat quicken, she turned and fled in embarrassment.

Spike stared after her hearing the tale tell click of the high heels she was wearing, he had been stunned by the suddenness and power of the arousal he smelt coming off her, and now she was running blindly into the night wearing some of those frilly break your ankle kind of shoes. Spike cursed under his breath looked back at the house he should let Dawn go and see what Buffy had wanted from him but those damn shoes and how fucking good she smelt was bound to get her into trouble.

"Bloody hell Niblet when did you get old enough to smell so tasty."

Spike muttered then he bit his lip the pain drawing him away from the dirty thoughts, this was little bite he was thinking about, not that he hadn't fucked and drained children younger then her of life, but she was different she was… 'Damn it when did a summers girl become my friend?' He thought as he finally turned away from the house and the promise of Buffy therein to chase down the girl who by now was far away and hopefully still safe. 'Be a damn sad day for anyone who hurts her, human or demon.'

Dawn burst into the bronze and did a quick scan luckily none of the Scooby squad was there to bust her, she walked to the bar flashed a fake I.D. and a coy smile. Soon she had a table in the VIP section and a Jack and Dr. Pepper, thanks to her skimpy clothes, long legs, freshly darkened flowing hair, and the curves that she heightened with careful padding, since her real ones were still forming on a body caught somewhere between being a child and a woman. Dawn was fifteen she felt like a woman and wanted to be treated like one, that's why she was here tonight, she wanted to find someone anyone who would look at her as more then a child to protect. She slid her long black jacket from her shoulders exposing the red silk top cut in a diamond pattern and hung low in the front her back was bare with just a few strings holding the silk in place on her body. She also wore a short pleated black skirt and completed the outfit with black Ballerina style high heels the ribbons wrapping up her legs were trimmed in red tying the whole outfit together, she ruffled her hair again hating the way it felt but she shrugged it off as a boy came and asked her to dance.

Spike followed her intoxicating scent and was shocked when it lead him to the Bronze 'what would little bite be doing in a place like this?' He walked in and looked around expecting to find her hiding in some corner wishing to be part of the older crowd, but he didn't see his sweet little Dawn his eyes were glued to a dark goddess on the dance floor, she was doing the tango with a boy who could barely keep up, Spike's predatory instincts kicked in and he began to take in everything about her, the way her body moved and how her black hair didn't flow as naturally as it should, she was wearing heels the spiked so high she was basically on point but her dancing was still perfect hold back only by her incompetent partner. Then the music changed something with a lot of bass and the woman began to grind and move against the boy as he slowly danced her closer to the wall. Spike was disgusted that a gorgeous creature like her was lowering herself to be with a boy but he had more important things to worry about he caught a whiff of Dawns sent among the masses and tried to isolate where it was coming from, then his mouth fell open in disbelief it couldn't really be coming from the direction of the couple now plastered to each other with the wall pressed against her back.

Dawn felt the boys hands on the silk of her top groping and pressing her into the wall, at first she had wanted this, wanted to be treated like a woman but now she realized she didn't want it with some random guy she wanted more then this.

"No get off."

She said her voice strained but the boy just pressed her harder into the wall, he was stronger then she had thought and in her heels she couldn't exactly fight him off, tears slid down her face as she felt his fingers touch the bare skin of her thigh.

"Spike!"

She cried out for him desperately wishing she had not run from him in the first place while the boy muttered that she was a fucking whore and she wanted it and forced her hand to his crotch, she took the opportunity and squeezed his balls with all her strength he cursed again and hit her in the mouth. Suddenly his weight was lifted from her and she crumpled to the ground.

Spike was furious with her for acting like a blatant whore in this public place, he knew she was better then this, He was about to throw the boy off her and drag her out of there when he heard her call his name. Her voice was filled with pain, fear and tears he quickly realized this boy was forcing himself on her but that wasn't what made him pause momentarily it was the longing he heard as his name fell off her rose colored lips that made him gasp and stare at the back of the boys head wishing he could see her face when she said it wanted her beneath him with that voice so full of wanting. He was yanked from thoughts he shouldn't be having by the sound of bone against bone when the boy decided to hit her, that was his biggest mistake yet Spike may have left him unharmed if he had simply danced with Dawn, may have only beating him after touching her, and may even have let him live after forcing her against this back wall, but as soon as he raised his hand to her he had ensured himself a slow painful death. Spike ripped the boy from her and slammed him into the wall he was ready to finish the job right there in the back of a crowded club but he looked over to be sure dawn was ok and saw her dark hair falling messily about her shoulders, silk top pulled as low as it could go without coming off, black skirt wrenched up around her hips, showing a hint of frilly pink panties. His fists clenched tightly to hold back both his rage and the things he was not allowed to think about this little girl Spike leaned in and imprinted the scumbags scent into his memory, he would find him and kill him later tonight, then he forced himself to turn and hoist Dawn into his arms.

Dawn was so shocked by everything that she didn't fight when he lifted her off the floor and carried her from the club, but as soon as the cold night air hit her exposed skin she fought her way out of his embrace and tried to run, to embarrassed to speak to him, to afraid of the lecture that she knew was bound to come, but she knew she wouldn't get far unless he let her, he was faster and stronger then her, she was quickly lifted from the ground again and thrown over his shoulder any thoughts she had of screaming where quickly thrown away because she knew if she seemed to be in danger from Spike Buffy would kill him. So Dawn just hung there and let herself be carried home, only they didn't seem to be going to her house, she realized where he was taking her when she looked up from his black leather jacket and saw graves.

Spike fought with himself about what to do, if he took her home Buffy would kill him, and her, but the only other place he could take her was his place, he wasn't sure he could stop himself from doing something he shouldn't to the creature strewn over his shoulder. She seemed so little like the child he had become friends with and it made it difficult to remember he had a responsibility to her, and to her sister. 'That's it just keep thinking of Buffy, you love Buffy, need her, want only her.' But even as he said it and thought of her the edges of his mind were devoted to images of Dawn's dark hair and bright green eyes seen through the haze of smoke and bodies at the Bronze, her body twisting and grinding calling to him. He growled aloud and threw her onto his bed, which didn't help with his mental anguish because her skirt fell even farther up her hips and her slightly stiff dark hair fell across his sheets, and her silk top was askew in an almost lewd way that showed the padding she had stuffed herself with. For some reason this falseness made him angry, he felt like it was her fault he desperately wanted to spread her long legs and plow into her untouched heat, like she had tricked him into seeing her as more then a child. Spike pulled her back off the bed and pinned her arms behind her back with one of his hands.

"What were you thinking going into a place like that all smutted up?"

Dawn struggled against him fiercely her eyes flashed with her stung pride and tears that were so close to falling.

'Don't act like my father Spike you don't care if I walk naked through the streets just so long as Buffy doesn't think you knew about it."

Her words stung and added fuel to his anger, he didn't care? He had left pretty much guaranteed sex with the slayer to make sure dawn was safe only to find her in a skimpy outfit with fake curves and fake dark hair being treated like a common whore, and he had every intention of making the boy who did it pay, if anything he cared to much.

Suddenly Spikes hands were on her body, but not in the way she had always wanted, he was gruff and forceful he ripped out the padding she had attached with body tape, then he reached for her waist, dawn assumed he thought she had more padding there, but her hips were all her own as he soon realized, he paused at that then plunged his hands into her hair.

'What the hell is this in your hair?"

Dawn winced in pain as his grip got to tight, and she was shocked that he automatically loosened it so she responded to his question.

"It's spray dye, I want my hair darker."

"But you don't want to commit to leaving it that way."

It wasn't a question it was said quite smugly so Dawn figured it might be fun to see how he would react to what she had to say, she turned her face up towards his and for once she let her guard down so the pain, and emptiness she felt was clearly visible in her eyes.

"I wanted some way to show how the darkness calls to me."

Spike was shocked, he couldn't take much more of the beautiful dark creature now she was so full of pain and longing he was tempted to lean in the last few inches and kiss her. His desire must have played across his face because Dawn shut her eyes and leaned up slightly, Spike gritted his teeth.

Dawn was waiting for something, she wasn't sure what, a reprimand or a kiss, something, she felt his cool breath on her face and she held her in anticipation.

"Get in the shower Kitten, I'll find you something to wear."

'Kitten? He never calls me kitten, but he doesn't call Buffy kitten either so what does it mean?' Dawns thoughts raced through her head as she stood under the spray of Spikes make shift shower, he had added some piping to a water main so that the water sprayed straight down on him and could be turned off and on at will, and there was a drain added into the floor. 'He really is a lot smarter then Buffy gives him credit for, I mean he made this crypt into a nice home, and he managed to get the stupid chip out of his head.' Buffy still didn't know about that and Dawn didn't know how he had managed it but she had figured it out and he hadn't lied to her about it. Dawn sighed and shut off the water, Spike was upstairs he wouldn't come back down because he might see her naked she would have to go up to him after she was dressed in one of his t-shirts, he had also laid out some jeans but that seemed silly to her the shirt covered enough and the jeans would never fit.

Spike took in a breath when she ascended the ladder and he realized she was only wearing his shirt and probably those frilly pink panties, he clenched his teeth, he had thought that once she was no longer in that outfit this wrong feeling of wanting her would disappear, but now he felt like he knew her better he had seen the darkness inside her and it matched the darkness inside him, she was walking towards him and Spike had to fight not to rip the shirt from her, she looked sexier dressed in his old t-shirt then she had in the skimpy outfit. That was when Spike realized he would never see her the same as he had before, she didn't look like the innocent little girl who needed protection from the world and loved pink and seemed so very pure, her light brown hair didn't suit her anymore and he saw her as she was inside, Black hair falling to her waist her green eyes full of fire and some fuzzy pink pajamas, she was innocence and darkness all wrapped up in one she was wonderful. Spike couldn't help himself he yanked her to him ad crushed her lips under his own, the kiss was sweet, passionate, fierce, and chaste, everything she was, until she whimpered because of her slowly swelling bruised jaw.

Spike ripped away from her at her tiny sign of pain and Dawn felt dizzy from emotion, she wanted to call his name and beg him to return to her but he was shaking his head and seemed angry so she kept her mouth shut.

"Shouldn't have done that, sorry kitten, I shouldn't have done that at all."

"Why not?"

Dawn sounded slightly indignant, it was her first kiss on the mouth but she didn't think she had done badly.

"I'm in love with the bloody slayer for one, and she'll turn me to dust bunnies just for having you in here dressed like that, and for two your just a bloody child."

Spike said sounding more like he was trying to convince himself then anything else, Dawn was furious.

"For one," Dawn said exaggeratedly trying to imitate his accent before she continued with what she had to say, "I am not a child, I am fifteen I know you have had younger girls then me in your bed, and you have probably killed much younger then me." Dawn moved closer to the door to his crypt, " and you don't love Buffy, your addicted to her, Because she is just like Drusilla, she loves Angel. You feel like if you get Buffy to love you, then you will feel whole because you'll have taken something from Angel just like he took Drusilla from you."

Spike sucked in a breath at the pain her words caused him.

'Your going to realize you don't love her and by the time you do your going to wish you had let it go, let Drusilla go, and found someone you truly care about."

'And you think that's you Kitten?"

Spike asked with malice in his voice he wanted to somehow make her feel the empty hole he now felt in his heart.

"Spike.' She whispered the name as she moved towards him, her words and movements screamed confidence but her eyes were full of indecision. " Who else treats you like I do? Who else do you treat like you treat me? If you ever find out Buffy will never fill the emptiness you just better hope I haven't moved on or you'll be all alone." With that she breezed her lips across his once before she turned and headed out into the lightening night sky to hurry home before Buffy found her missing, she already needed a way to explain the bruise forming on her swollen jaw.

Spike was frozen by her words for a moment then he realized he would have to hurry to get that pathetic human boy before daylight caught him, and he ra off to cause pain to the one who would dare lay a finger on his dawn. 'Wait MY Dawn? Shit what is going on?' he didn't know what to think so he kept his mind blank and just ran.