Author's notes:
Well, this is a story a thought of a while ago, but I didn't write it until now. Hope you guys like it. btw, I know Buffy did come back, but in my fic, she didn't. (Couldn't think of a better tittle for the fic, sorry =P)
Spike leaned against the tree, watching the house in the shadows. He'd be coming here since she had died. It had been a while now. Years, actually. But still there was something holding him to this house. Just then, a window lit catching Spike's attention. It was Dawn's. Had she seen him? Maybe. He didn't know. But is she had, he could talk to her.
She climbed down her window. But she wasn't coming to him. He passed through him without even looking at him. He guessed she had not seen him, but he was still disappointed.
She was wearing black leather pants, and a red blouse. And Spike couldn't help notice how well they fitted in her.
She walked to a car that was parked in front of the house. Spike hadn't even noticed it. She came in it, and they drove away.
Spike was startled. What had just happened? He lit a cigarette and wait a few hours, but midnight came, and she still hadn't returned. He decided to return to the cemetery. Just when he was walking away, he saw the car parking in front of the Summers' house.
Funny, he thought, how they still called it the Summer's, even though there was just one Summer girl left.
He'd have to talk to Dawn about this. About sneaking out. But not now.
He returned the next two weeks, but just to make sure she made it to her room.
He returned the next Friday. About the same time, Dawn sneaked out, too. But this time, when she returned, she was drunk. Spike could smell it, see it. She had some trouble climbing up again. And she didn't exactly keep it down, either. Spike wondered how Willow and Tara didn't wake up. Anyway, he couldn't talk to her like this.
But one night, she didn't get out of the car alone. A guy, about her age, walked her to the door.
Dawn giggled. "They don't know I went to that party."
The guy raised an eyebrow.
"I sneaked out, I always do."
He smiled. "You," he said, pointing with his finger, "are such a liar. Lying like that to your... what did you say they were, again?"
"It doesn't matter," she said. "You didn't have to walk me, you know."
"I wanted to," the boy said. "Besides, I wanted to know if you could walk straight," he said, grinning at her.
"Hey! I didn't get drunk today," she said. "It was fun, though. Getting drunk. Well, not the part when my head hurt like hell the next day."
He laughed. "What did you tell, eh, the girls with you live?"
"You have a problem with lesbianism, don't you?" she said, grinning. The boy blushed. "Don't worry, Mark. I won't talk about it with you. I just told him I was a flu, or a virus or something."
"Did they buy it?"
"Totally."
And then silence.
Dawn broke it. "Well," she said. "I guess I'll see you on Monday."
"Yeah..."
He started to walk again, but changed his mind. "Dawn?" he said.
"Mmm?"
Dawn turned around to face him. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to his mouth, kissing her. Dawn put her arms around his neck gently, returning his kiss.
Spike felt the urge to separate them, but controlled himself. Dawn shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be sneaking out at night, and kissing boys. She was just... sixteen! Wasn't she? That wasn't the point, anyway. The point was that... this was not right.
This time Mark left. Dawn started to move to make her way into her room. But Spike wasn't let her go just like this.
"Had fun, Nibblet?" he said.
Dawn turned to him, started. Then she rolled her eyes.
"Spike," she said. "What are you doing here?"
"Funny. I was just about to ask you the same thing."
"I just went to a party. I have to have some fun in my life, you know."
"Sneaking out at night, and getting drunk?"
Dawn glared at him. "Have you been spying on me?"
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it that..."
"How would you call it, then?" she said, angrily.
"Protecting you."
"And would you care to explain me, how, exactly, are you protecting me standing here?"
Spike opened his mouth a couple of times, but no sound came from it.
"That's what I thought," she said, before starting to climb up to her room.
She was almost there, when Spike finally found his voice.
"You're not going to a party next Friday."
She turned to look at him over her shoulder.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Why?"
"Because it's not right for you to sneak out like that, without telling anybody where you're going."
"Oh, now you're going to tell me what's right?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, come on, Spike. You're a vampire. You kill people, you feed from people's blood!"
Spike was shocked on her reaction. "I don't anymore, and you bloody know it, Nibblet."
"You would if you could," shesaid.
"That's not true. I wouldn't be here if I didn't bloody care about you," he said, slightly hurt.
"You don't. You just come here because Willow asked you to!"
Dawn was almost yelling, and Spike wondered how come Willow and Tara hadn't heard them.
"Keep it down, pet. You're gonna wake the witches up."
"Oh, so now you don't want them to know? You ground me, but Tara and Willow can't find out?"
"Exactly."
"Gosh! You're so annoying!" she said, before disappearing into her room.
Spike walked slowly to the cemetery, wondering why it affected to him so much what Dawn had said. And why, why had he felt so angry when she had kissed that guy.