Dawn sat on the couch, bored as she stared at the television screen. She sighed, snapping herself out of the trance from the images on the box. She finally stood up, stretching and looking at the clock. She wondered when her sister and the others would be back. While in her own mind, Dawn received a text message on her cell phone from a friend of hers, asking if she could get out to see a movie. I'll try to sneak out. She sent out as a reply. She then walked up the stairs toward her room. As she climbed down the vine, she laughed in a quiet thought, "Vampires are too easy." knowing that Spike was in the house on duty to watch her.
She hopped down on her feet, and after she dusted herself off, she turned around to walk over to the movie theater, when instead there was the tall blonde man looking at her. "We're easy, are we?" he smirked in his British accent.
"Damn it, Spike," she sighed, getting a little scared that he was behind her. "Come on," she again sighed, "I'll be back probably before Buffy. I just want to go out and hang with my friends."
"Not tonight." He grabbed her arm, but not too harshly as he guided her toward the front door.
"What, I don't get to have a normal life cause my sister's the Slayer?" she questioned with a protest in her voice.
"Precisely." Spike said in his leveled and calm tone.
"Just this once?" she said, stopping as she looked up at him, "Let me go free? I'll take the blame for it."
He laughed, shaking his head, "Take the blame all you want," he said, "Buffy'll have my throat, take the blame or not." He stopped, sensing beings around, "Get inside." He told her.
"What's wrong?" she asked, looking around.
"Quit being a pain, and do what I tell you!" he demanded with his vamp-face exposed before he shoved her inside the house. The blonde vampire used his strength to fight off the attackers.
He didn't feel like doing this all night… With knowing that the other vampires couldn't enter without an invite, Spike opened the door and rushed in before locking the door. He looked back to Dawn in the living room, "How tempted is that walk, now?" he sarcastically asked the young girl with a straight, now normal face.
