Title: Alone I break

Author: Nyte Brayker

Disclaimer: Joss is God, but I'd love to buy Spike off of E-Bay

Pairing: Wait 'n' See

Feedback: Please! Also wide distribution would be killer.

Notes: Sorry about the long delay, school and the job from hell happened.

A/N: This is AU and I now have joined the 21st century and got A.I.M. My SN is NyteBrayker. I'd love to hear from y'all.

Summery: What if it was the other way around? What if it had been Dawn the Vampire Slayer? Not Buffy? There are no Scoobies. Enjoy.

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Dawn Summers fell onto her bed with a grateful sigh. It had been a long night for the sixteen year old and having her 18 year old younger sister Buffy chatter at her non stop about boys, parties, and what ever else got irritating. It was everything she couldn't have and add that on top of moving and Slaying, it was tiring.

Atleast she had her own room in this house. It was decorated with shades of dark green and black. A mahogany clothes chest in one corner that could open up to reveal clothes and then weapons. Books lay everywhere and a nice sound system played some Ozzy at low volume and she drifted off to sleep.

Morning came with cruel vengence. Dawn woke up at five thirty in order to take a quick shower before Buffy accousted the bathroom for two hours. Dressing was easy, black pants, boots, t-shirt that said"You're just jealous cause the voices talk to me,"and a pair of shades. Picking up her messenger bag and pulling her hair back, she went downstairs to watch t.v.

"But, Mom! Why does Dawn get to have a car?" Buffy whined.

"Because Dawn has show maturity and paid for it and her insurance," Joyce replied calmly.

Dawn smirked. Why shouldn't Buffy be jealous of her jag? It had taken a lot of work to fix it up and not to mention funding from six jobs. She even wondered if she should name it.

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(Later that night)

"Hey, Wille, what's the word?" Dawn inquired as she sat at the end of the bar. She got along with Willie pretty well since she paid him well.

"There's a new big evil in town," the snitch told her," Goes by the name Spike. Word has it he's killed two Slayers in the past century, not a nice guy. Hangs around with these other vamps."

"Any chance you would know where he's staying?" Dawn asked and pulled out a fifty.

"Some warehouse at the edge of town. You didn't hear it from me," Willie replied and turned to go to the other end of the bar.

The warehouse looked questionable, but if she were a vamp, she'd have that as a head quarters. It was literally falling apart. With a stake in hand a cross around her neck, she entered it. The catwalk was empty, but there was activity on the first level. A party of some sort.

There was a dark haired vampir she identified as Angelus and then there was Drusilla, his childe, and finally, Spike. The bleach blonde vampire sat on a couch, looking really pissed off that Drusilla was fawning over Angelus.

Dawn knew she could do one of three things. Attack and risk death, come back while it's daylight, or try to blend in among the various demon guests. That way she could take out all the major players and leave quietly. With cat like silence, she jumped down from the catwalk, and entered a crowd near the punch bowl filled with blood.

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Spike glared in Angelus' direction and a sudden movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Standing up, he walked over to the blood bowl and saw a punker girl talking with some Aris demons. She was human and the Slayer. He could smell it.

" 'S not often that a Slayer graces a get together of the undead," Spike said loudly and the entire party turned to look at Dawn.

"Slayer? This isn't a rave is it?" Dawn retorted innocently," And isn't Slayer a band?"

"What have you got here, Spike?" Angelus sneered," Looks like a Slayer, smells like a Slayer. Hmm, must be a Slayer."

"Kill her!"Drusilla cheered and Dawn knew she was screwed.

The british vampire knew it was a very bad time to have a revelation, but it did happen. The girl was beautiful and Drusilla obviously didn't want him. And it would make Angelus so bloody pissed.

"This bint's mine. I'll take her downstairs and torture her for a bit. You can finish her off," Spike stated and shoved Dawn in the direction of the basement.

Once they were downstairs, Dawn kicked into action. She whirled around and barrel kicked him in the face. Spike grabbed the back of her jacket, it tore, and she ducked into a sewer pipe.

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The next night Dawn came home and heard Buffy drooling over some guy. She made her way to her room. A few minutes later there was a knock at her door.

"Go away," Dawn stated.

"Open the bloody door or I'll drain your sister dry," a familiar voice growled.

The door was opened quickly and there was Spike.

TBC…