Author: Ambrosine Eyes
Rating: G for now…unsure of future rating
Author's notes: This is somewhere near the end of Season 5 of Buffy and 2 of Angel. Angel and co. haven't gone to Pylea yet, and Glory hasn't taken Dawn yet. Basically, Buffy gets smart and sends her sister to Angel. I get the feeling he can protect her better…don't ask why. I got this idea from a couple other Dawn/Angel friendship stories and wanted to do one of my own. I don't know where this is going but I want it to be different than the other ones I've read so far. They just sparked my imagination. There isn't enough Dawn/Angel interaction out there anyway. Hope you like it.
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Dawn pondered how she had gotten to that point, driving in Spike's Desoto to L.A. She always kept her mind on the little things, like the newest Bitchy Mc. Bitch in school, or (gasp) doing her Algebra homework but today she couldn't focus on the little things. Not even if she tried. Her mom was dead, she was a friggin key that opened mystical portals, and the ho-goddess from Planet Slut wanted to use her to get back to wherever she came from. This couldn't even be considered a normal day on the hellmouth. So now Spike was driving her to her sister's ex-boyfriend for protection. She was under the protection of the broody-king himself because the Scoobies could no longer protect her, and needed to hide her away until they could officially deal with Glory.
Dawn remembered Angel. Angelus, whoever he was. She remembered him, and she feared him. His eyes were unlike anyone's she'd ever seen. Some would've likened them to dark pools of chocolate. Not her, maybe if she hadn't known him and had been passing him on a street in some other universe. But that wasn't the case. He was an attractive man (vampire), but his eyes haunted Dawn. She didn't know how her sister could've dated someone with eyes like that boring into her. When he had a soul, they were mildly unsettling and beautiful, in a haunted kind of way. When he lost the soul his eyes were pure, unadulterated … sin. She would say attractive, if he hadn't of been a killer. They were like looking into a beautiful doll or portrait. Nothing was behind them. She didn't think someone's eyes could change like that. That was what separated Angel and Angelus in her mind. His eyes were the tell-tale sign of Angel and Angelus; which she was looking into for the first time in two years.
She caught glimpses of him during her sister's senior year of high school, but the last time she had spoken with him was when he had been soulless. Of course she hadn't known that at the time. At the tender age of eleven, she had no idea that vampires, slayers, or keys existed. All she knew was that her sister's handsome yet creepy boyfriend was visiting her in the middle of the night. That didn't ring warning bells with her like it should have, as curious as she was. She even courteously opened the bedroom window for him.
"Hi" She said as she watched him climb gracefully into her bedroom from the window.
He chuckled. "Hello Dawn- couldn't sleep?"
"I..yeah, Buffy was out late again, she woke me up but I pretended not to see her" She said with the openness that only youth could give.
"That's too bad" He said with a mocking face. "Children need their sleep"
"I'm NOT a child!" She huffed, pouting and crossing her arms.
Angelus chuckled again at the spunky pre-teen, "Just kidding, little one- go back to sleep….I'll protect you" He put emphasis on protect, but Dawn didn't notice, like she didn't notice how his eyes darkened as evil plans went through his head. Dawn just slipped back into her bed, and went to sleep. Fortunately, she never saw the picture he had done of her as she slept. Her usually, unblemished skin battered with bruises that scared Buffy to death. Her hair in braids-the picture of childlike innocence; were splattered with blood. That would've given Joyce a heart attack if she'd ever seen the portrait. Dawn had never seen that portrait, the likeness of her scarily accurate. She never saw the look on her sister's face as she found it on her bedside table. All she remembered was her sister's boyfriend protecting her as she went to sleep. She pretended he was Angel now when she thought about it, because if she couldn't pretend it was him she would never be able to look into his eyes and feel safe ever again.
