Hey. Name's Bri. This is my first fic believe it or not! Yes, yes. Dripping
with sarcasm, that's me. Anyways, I thought I'd start easy with a
hopefully-not-too-generic Spike/Dawn story. Hope you like! Feel free to
give me advice and reviews, but if you're going to "flame" at least make it
constructive, not just ranting about how much you hate me. Thanks =0)
Summery: After Buffy's (final) death, the Scoobies are shattered, and branch out from Sunny dale, Leaving Dawn not quite as alone as she would have expected.Can Spike help mend the broken pieces of Dawn's life back together?
This is mostly a story about Dawn and Spike's friendship.but you'll have you stay tuned and see what happens ;0) *hint hint wink wink nudge nudge* (In true Monty Python fashion)
Ratings: I'm going to start out with high PG and PG-13 due to the subject of death and depression. Strong language is used here quite frequently, by a certain blonde Englishman.
Dedications: I promise, Joss Whedon owns all except my imagination, though he has captured it with his incredible story lines and characters. Just borrowing =0)
Setting: Sunny dale, California. four days after Buffy jumps from the Tower to save Dawn's life.
Author's Note: Writing in [[ text ]] is a diary entry, ot things written in a diary. If something is in * text * within an entry then it's the action Dawn is doing as she is writing. You're smart, you'll get it.
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[[ I hated you Diary. Just a reminder of the reality of my. unreality that I lived through.no, no. EXISTED through, for fifteen years. Wait, even that's a lie. I am a lie. But Diary, you are real to me now, the only solid and true thing I have going for me. I've ripped out the previous pages of my non-existence, shed the layers of my false past, and now I'm starting fresh. You are my only friend, now, Diary.
Buffy is dead. Two days ago. Jumped. Saved me. Me, not just because I am the 'Key', not only to save the world. She saved me because I'm her baby sister. Her 'Dawnie'. Whatever false memory we were given, doesn't matter now. Buffy is my only sister, my only living relative after mom.left. I know that you are thinking about Hank, but I have no good memories of him. Mom, Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Giles were my family, and I'll always remember things that way.
Buffy didn't have to take her life. She did it because she loved me. Loves, me. I hate myself for her love. I hate this blood that runs through the veins of this falsely teenage body, because it isn't Buffy's blood. I hate the lie, that is myself. I welcome the guilt into my heart with open arms. The guilt, and you Diary, are all I have to cling on to now. I'm all alone in this universe, and I wonder what will happen to me when I die. I'm not human so I don't think I will go to heaven to be with Mom and Buffy, though that is what I want more than anything in this world. If that is what I thought would happen, then I would kill myself right now, as I tried to do when I found out I am the Key. But no, My soul is ancient, and inhuman. All I can do is wait, and watch myself waste away in this big empty house now that everyone has left me.
Tara died. Tortured. Bled. Giles took Willow with him to England before she opened up the gates of hell herself. She loved Tara so much. I don't know what happened to Xander and Anya. I think Xander hates me, because I remind him of Buffy and the sacrifice she made for me. I was never the "Dawnster" to him after we found out what in fact I was. The last I saw him he was screaming over Buffy's body as Spike carried me down from the tower.
*Dawn repositioned herself on her mother's bed and stared at the wall for a moment, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Squeezing them shut and gathering her thoughts, she starts to write again*
Spike cut the ropes and held me, absorbing some of my shock and terror, before he took me back here. I don't remember anything after that, but my wounds are cleaned and bandaged, and I keep dreaming him saying to me "Everything will be okay Nibblet, ol' Spike will take care o' ye' now" and kissing my forehead. It must have happened, but I haven't seen or heard from him in a four days.
I haven't moved from this room since he brought me back here. If I'm going to die all by myself, then I am going to die here where my mother died. I found you, Diary, in a drawer. I guess she saved you when I was burning all my other diaries. I'm glad she did, now I have company besides the guilt and hatred towards myself.
So until next time, Diary, Goodnight.
-Dawn Summers ]]
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Yes, I know it was short, but hopefully impactful. Please review!
Hmm.what's that!? Ooh! It's a review button! *holds out basket of
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Tell me what you think.
Summery: After Buffy's (final) death, the Scoobies are shattered, and branch out from Sunny dale, Leaving Dawn not quite as alone as she would have expected.Can Spike help mend the broken pieces of Dawn's life back together?
This is mostly a story about Dawn and Spike's friendship.but you'll have you stay tuned and see what happens ;0) *hint hint wink wink nudge nudge* (In true Monty Python fashion)
Ratings: I'm going to start out with high PG and PG-13 due to the subject of death and depression. Strong language is used here quite frequently, by a certain blonde Englishman.
Dedications: I promise, Joss Whedon owns all except my imagination, though he has captured it with his incredible story lines and characters. Just borrowing =0)
Setting: Sunny dale, California. four days after Buffy jumps from the Tower to save Dawn's life.
Author's Note: Writing in [[ text ]] is a diary entry, ot things written in a diary. If something is in * text * within an entry then it's the action Dawn is doing as she is writing. You're smart, you'll get it.
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[[ I hated you Diary. Just a reminder of the reality of my. unreality that I lived through.no, no. EXISTED through, for fifteen years. Wait, even that's a lie. I am a lie. But Diary, you are real to me now, the only solid and true thing I have going for me. I've ripped out the previous pages of my non-existence, shed the layers of my false past, and now I'm starting fresh. You are my only friend, now, Diary.
Buffy is dead. Two days ago. Jumped. Saved me. Me, not just because I am the 'Key', not only to save the world. She saved me because I'm her baby sister. Her 'Dawnie'. Whatever false memory we were given, doesn't matter now. Buffy is my only sister, my only living relative after mom.left. I know that you are thinking about Hank, but I have no good memories of him. Mom, Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Giles were my family, and I'll always remember things that way.
Buffy didn't have to take her life. She did it because she loved me. Loves, me. I hate myself for her love. I hate this blood that runs through the veins of this falsely teenage body, because it isn't Buffy's blood. I hate the lie, that is myself. I welcome the guilt into my heart with open arms. The guilt, and you Diary, are all I have to cling on to now. I'm all alone in this universe, and I wonder what will happen to me when I die. I'm not human so I don't think I will go to heaven to be with Mom and Buffy, though that is what I want more than anything in this world. If that is what I thought would happen, then I would kill myself right now, as I tried to do when I found out I am the Key. But no, My soul is ancient, and inhuman. All I can do is wait, and watch myself waste away in this big empty house now that everyone has left me.
Tara died. Tortured. Bled. Giles took Willow with him to England before she opened up the gates of hell herself. She loved Tara so much. I don't know what happened to Xander and Anya. I think Xander hates me, because I remind him of Buffy and the sacrifice she made for me. I was never the "Dawnster" to him after we found out what in fact I was. The last I saw him he was screaming over Buffy's body as Spike carried me down from the tower.
*Dawn repositioned herself on her mother's bed and stared at the wall for a moment, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Squeezing them shut and gathering her thoughts, she starts to write again*
Spike cut the ropes and held me, absorbing some of my shock and terror, before he took me back here. I don't remember anything after that, but my wounds are cleaned and bandaged, and I keep dreaming him saying to me "Everything will be okay Nibblet, ol' Spike will take care o' ye' now" and kissing my forehead. It must have happened, but I haven't seen or heard from him in a four days.
I haven't moved from this room since he brought me back here. If I'm going to die all by myself, then I am going to die here where my mother died. I found you, Diary, in a drawer. I guess she saved you when I was burning all my other diaries. I'm glad she did, now I have company besides the guilt and hatred towards myself.
So until next time, Diary, Goodnight.
-Dawn Summers ]]
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Yes, I know it was short, but hopefully impactful. Please review!
Hmm.what's that!? Ooh! It's a review button! *holds out basket of
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Tell me what you think.
