Author: Jessamyn (ladymagi@a...)
Summary (for this part): Dawn reflects on Buffy, Faith, and the perfection of a Slayer.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All hail Joss, creator of all that is great. Of course I own
nothing but my own mind. Joss & Co. own all else Btvs related.
Note: This isnt really going where I thought it would when I started it way
back in the begining of the season but Im hopeful that it's going to work out in the end. ^-^
Dedications: As always, to my beta'rs Kel and Helen. Love you guys.
Distribution: Free for all.. but please keep my header on it and tell me
where it's going kay?
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Smoothing a hand down the softly shimmering material, Dawn struck a pose in front of the mirror. The top hung limply on her adolescent frame and she
grimaced at her reflection. She'd never fill it out the way Buffy did, she
bemoaned with a small sigh.
Turning she cast a sultry look over her shoulder and pitched her voice down
into a soft alto, going for tough chick sexy, "What? You don't know who I am? Well let me introduce myself: I'm the Slayer... and -you're- dust!" Dawn mimed a staking motion with a quick jab of her hand.
Her startled squeak broke the spell of her playacting as she caught sight of
the door swinging open in the corner of the mirror. After a moment of furious heartpounding fear she giggled in relief, bending down to scoop up the little black and white cat who'd butted her way into Dawn's room. "Hey, Miss Kitty... were you getting lonely?" she asked of Willow and Tara's pet. She'd almost forgotten that she was catsitting this weekend while the gang was off fighting some Big Evil. It wasn't much, but it was all Buffy would allow Dawn to help with.
"She never lets me do anything," she pouted, settling with the kitten in her
arms on her bed. "I bet Faith would've let me go..." she continued
petulantly, thinking of the dark haired Slayer all of a sudden. Before she
became bad and ended up in jail (and still somewhat afterwards) Dawn had
looked up to Faith. She was a tough, confident, sexy Slayer who didn't take
anything from anybody. She'd even defended Dawn's right to watch the scary parts of movies against Buffy's annoying habit of shielding her eyes. Faith had been very adept at keeping Buffy distracted enough not to notice what Dawn was watching...
Miss Kitty's plaintive mewo brought her back to the present and lifting the
cat up high she queried, "Hungry, huh? Well let's go get you some food."
Dawn grinned when a little white paw batted at her nose urging her to hurry. "Okay okay.. don't get your fur in a twist.. I'm going!" she giggled.
Curling the little ball of fur up against her chest, she made her way down
the darkened stairway. The shadows gave an eerie aura to each photograph lining the wall, each squeak of a step that was well known in the light of day. She hated to admit it, but she wished Buffy were home, or at least in town. The hell-vibes just didn't seem as threatening with the Slayer around.
Dawn hissed and tumbled down the last few steps as the cat she'd been
clutching tightly let out a yowl and launched itself from the girl's arms.
She managed to catch herself on spread hands, saving herself from a
face-to-face meeting with the floor, but her knee was banged up pretty bad. "Stupid cat," she muttered to herself as she limped to the moonlight-filled kitchen and sat heavily on a stool. Her misplaced anger fizzled out
immediately though because she knew it wasn't Miss Kitty's fault. "I'm such a klutz!" she exclaimed.
Buffy, the oh so perfectly coordinated Slayer, would never have tripped over her own feet. The sting of her palms was nothing compared to the pain of her self-beratement. Being the little sister of a super hero was a tough gig on one's self-esteem sometimes. For all that she was supposed to be this magical Key that a crazed Goddess wanted, she was still an awkward teen. At this age Buffy was already doing perfect back-tucks and roundhouse kicks.
"This is totally not fair," she complained to the feline circling her feet,
tucking back a strand of hair as a slight breeze blew it in her face. "You'd
think I'd be able to do cool magic stuff at least..." she said, going to
crouch with a wince at the cat bowl. The steady plinking of the food pouring out of the box was loud in her ears as she carefully measured out about a half cup full with her eyes, per Willow's instructions. She could at least do -this- job right.
Without warning she was blind, the cloth muffling her scream even before the super-strong arms crushed the wind out of her. Her struggles seemed not to phase her captor at all and only seemed to make every ache from her fall flair back to life.
"You've got a meeting with Glorificus to keep, little one" said her
smooth-toned captor, his voice entirely too happy for her liking as he lifted
her easily over his shoulder.
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TBC....