"I think you're cheating," she complained half-heartedly. She really
didn't mind, but she thought she'd mention it to him anyway, just to show
that he couldn't fool her.
He put on his best innocent face, which she saw right through, like she always did. They knew each other better than any of the others would have thought possible. They'd noticed that Spike didn't have to be told to watch Dawn, that he volunteered for it, in fact, but they didn't see it as anything strange. If anyone noticed anything strange, it was Willow, who could read Spike's thoughts when she felt like it (she could read anyone's thoughts, but it made her a bit suspicious that if would work on Spike, him being a vampire) and had noticed that his love for Dawn went a little past the guardian, protector type, but she didn't dare mention it to Buffy or any other of the Scoobies, a little worried that they might overreact and try to stake him. She knew first in line would probably be Buffy or Xander. She also knew that Spike was no longer chipped, but that didn't bother her, either. As long as she could trust him not to kill anyone (at least any one worth living) then she wasn't going to mention that to the others, either.
That particular night, Spike had been left in charge of Dawn at his crypt, which Buffy thought way safer than her own home, due to the fact that Glory know knew that Dawn was the key. She didn't want to take any risks with her little sister. She might have had little time to talk or spend time with Dawn, but it didn't mean she didn't love and care about her. Her little sister meant the world to her, whether she noticed it or not.
So, there the two were, playing cards, trying to pass the time. They'd already painted each other's fingernails, watched Passions and Friends, and Spike had told Dawn almost every scary story about his past that he could think of. It amazed him that she didn't flinch about some of the things he'd done. He'd killed innocent little girls, many of them the same age or younger than Dawn. She didn't seem to mind that he used to be a viscous killer. On the contrary, she loved to hear him tell his stories. He wasn't just telling them to her, he was reliving them. It gave her a thrill to see that look in his eyes when he was remembering. Except when he was remembering Drusilla. He didn't talk much about her, but when he did, he didn't seem too happy about it. It really seemed that he disliked her, which made Dawn happy, which she hated to admit. She knew that bitter of her, but she couldn't help it.
They were playing their fourth game of B.S. when Glory blew out the doorframe.
"Alright," she said, happily. "The key goes with me, and no one gets hurt… except the key, of course." She laughed at her own joke. "Come on, now. Let's not be shy."
Spike stood up. "Dawn, get behind me."
She obeyed, scared, more for him than herself. She knew Glory was taking her out of here. She just didn't know how bad Spike was going to get himself beaten before she could. "Spike, you know you can't stop her."
"I won't let her take you, Bit," he said, firmly, eyeing the God with intense hate and malice. He growled low and menacing. He'd be damned (which he was, of course, that was what a vampire was) if he'd let that Hell-bitch take Dawn with her, especially to kill her.
Glory sighed. "Alright," she said, faking disappointment. "I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way, then." She raised her arms and instantly Spike flew out from in front of Dawn and landed on top of the TV, knocking in to the ground, sending sparks everywhere. He struggled to get up, but before he could, she made him fly up again, and this time he hit the concrete side of the way, knocking him out cold.
Dawn gasped, and started to shake. She hoped Glory wasn't going to hurt him anymore. She cast a look at her, as full of hate as the one Spike has shot at her.
Glory laughed cruelly. "Guess that means you're coming with me, then, Dawnie."
He put on his best innocent face, which she saw right through, like she always did. They knew each other better than any of the others would have thought possible. They'd noticed that Spike didn't have to be told to watch Dawn, that he volunteered for it, in fact, but they didn't see it as anything strange. If anyone noticed anything strange, it was Willow, who could read Spike's thoughts when she felt like it (she could read anyone's thoughts, but it made her a bit suspicious that if would work on Spike, him being a vampire) and had noticed that his love for Dawn went a little past the guardian, protector type, but she didn't dare mention it to Buffy or any other of the Scoobies, a little worried that they might overreact and try to stake him. She knew first in line would probably be Buffy or Xander. She also knew that Spike was no longer chipped, but that didn't bother her, either. As long as she could trust him not to kill anyone (at least any one worth living) then she wasn't going to mention that to the others, either.
That particular night, Spike had been left in charge of Dawn at his crypt, which Buffy thought way safer than her own home, due to the fact that Glory know knew that Dawn was the key. She didn't want to take any risks with her little sister. She might have had little time to talk or spend time with Dawn, but it didn't mean she didn't love and care about her. Her little sister meant the world to her, whether she noticed it or not.
So, there the two were, playing cards, trying to pass the time. They'd already painted each other's fingernails, watched Passions and Friends, and Spike had told Dawn almost every scary story about his past that he could think of. It amazed him that she didn't flinch about some of the things he'd done. He'd killed innocent little girls, many of them the same age or younger than Dawn. She didn't seem to mind that he used to be a viscous killer. On the contrary, she loved to hear him tell his stories. He wasn't just telling them to her, he was reliving them. It gave her a thrill to see that look in his eyes when he was remembering. Except when he was remembering Drusilla. He didn't talk much about her, but when he did, he didn't seem too happy about it. It really seemed that he disliked her, which made Dawn happy, which she hated to admit. She knew that bitter of her, but she couldn't help it.
They were playing their fourth game of B.S. when Glory blew out the doorframe.
"Alright," she said, happily. "The key goes with me, and no one gets hurt… except the key, of course." She laughed at her own joke. "Come on, now. Let's not be shy."
Spike stood up. "Dawn, get behind me."
She obeyed, scared, more for him than herself. She knew Glory was taking her out of here. She just didn't know how bad Spike was going to get himself beaten before she could. "Spike, you know you can't stop her."
"I won't let her take you, Bit," he said, firmly, eyeing the God with intense hate and malice. He growled low and menacing. He'd be damned (which he was, of course, that was what a vampire was) if he'd let that Hell-bitch take Dawn with her, especially to kill her.
Glory sighed. "Alright," she said, faking disappointment. "I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way, then." She raised her arms and instantly Spike flew out from in front of Dawn and landed on top of the TV, knocking in to the ground, sending sparks everywhere. He struggled to get up, but before he could, she made him fly up again, and this time he hit the concrete side of the way, knocking him out cold.
Dawn gasped, and started to shake. She hoped Glory wasn't going to hurt him anymore. She cast a look at her, as full of hate as the one Spike has shot at her.
Glory laughed cruelly. "Guess that means you're coming with me, then, Dawnie."