Moonlight
Dawn walked past the street corner. She stumbled over the unsteady ground. Or maybe it was her unsteady legs. Cold. Tired. Sick of crying. Sick of a sister who didn't care. Sick of being the key. Sick of death. It was everywhere even her sister knew that. Mom was dead. Dead and gone. Everyone around her kept dying. Wouldn't stop. Maybe it was her fault because she was the key. Maybe it was all her fault. The night was too cold. Chilled. She could feel it. Didn't want to. Would rather be numb. But she could feel the cold. Against her pale skin. The glow reflecting in the light. The moonlight.
"What's a sweet little morsel like you doing in a graveyard like this?" His english accent stung through the cold air. Why did she come here. Forget. Always forgetting. Because something always brought her here. To him. "Youd'e be a tasty treat for a demon like me." He smiled playfully.
"No where else to go." Dawn sighed.
"Hmm." Spike took a cigarette into his mouth and lit it with a flicker of his lighter. The moonlight shinning on his alabaster skin. Almost inhumanly pale. Then again he wasn't human. Not even close. The glow from the light made him almost scare her. Showed the demon side to him. Something inhuman. It was too beautiful to be real. "Sister wouldn't like you being here." Spike sighed. "I'm sure the slayer would come in for another round of kick the Spike, if she saw you here." He hissed, silently hating the slayer. Always did. Never did. Couldn't tell the difference anymore.
"I didn't wanna be alone." Dawn admitted. Showing weekness. Telling the truth. Never supposed to show weekness. Made it hurt more.
"Your not alone." Spike offered. "You got an entire house full of scoobies, ready and willing to chat your bloody ear off." Spike said taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Don't wanna talk to them. Their too fake." She said stepping closer to him. "They'll just tell me what they think I wanna hear."
"Just a sodding bunch of wankers , luv." Spike said trying to comfort her. In his own way he always did. Always knew what to say. Always comforting her with the truth. Offering something they couldn't. She was happy just standing there. Stairing. Watching as the moonlight rested against his perfect features. Showing her the real him. Always the real him. In the moonlight.