Creepy Stalker, Much?
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy (although I wish I owned Spike…)
Dawn sighed as she turned her key in the lock. Today had officially been a Bad Day. First, she had argued with Buffy. Her sister was just too damned self-centred to accept the fact that she may be wrong, just this one time.
Then, she had broken a nail trying to figure out how Giles's new crossbow worked. Ah, the traumas of being the Slayer's little sister.
And then there was the anonymous letters she'd been receiving lately. They weren't scary or weird (apart from the fact that they turned up in her locked apartment while she was out at work, accompanied by small gifts), they were actually quite sweet, but still, they were anonymous notes from a person she wasn't even sure she knew.
Dawn pushed open the door and stood frozen in the doorway. The lights were off in her apartment, and the whole place was filled with hundreds of flickering candles. On the kitchen table sat a glass of red wine and a sealed envelope.
Carefully, she pulled her coat and gloves off, setting them down gently, before moving towards the table. As she walked, she looked around her for any sign of an intruder- she certainly didn't see anyone.
She sat down in the char, and looked slit open the envelope. The letter inside was in the same ornate handwriting that all the previous letters had been in, but was considerably longer. She smiled, and picked up the glass of wine, sipping while she read.
The 6 Irresistible Habits of Ms. Dawn Summers:
The way you pout your lip when you get angry,
When you concentrate really hard on what you're doing, and you get that adorable little frown,
When you smile, and it's as if the whole world stops just for a few seconds,
When you listen to music, and you smile and mouth the words, even if you're busy,
The way you try so hard to be tough and grown-up, when really you're the strongest one of all,
And the way you don't realise that you're doing any of these things, let alone breaking my heart while doing them.
Dawn smiled when she finished the letter, slowly folding it up and returning it to its envelope to later be placed in the shoebox under her bed where she kept all the letters. She turned around, ready to go to bed, and froze when she saw the man behind her.
"Get my letters?"
"Do you have some sort of problem with regular mail?"
"Just doesn't have quite he same flair, does it?"
"I suppose not."
"Well. What did you think of them, then?"
"The letters?"
"Yeah."
"I love them. I love you."
There were tears in her eyes as she spoke, and as Spike kissed her, she knew today was officially a Brilliant Day.