After Joyce, London Calling

Title: London Calling, After Joyce part 3
Author: Xeelia
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Dawn Angel/Buffy
Disclaimer: I own no characters in this story!!
Summery: Spike is back in London, his home turf, with his Bit, and things are about to change for them both.

After Joyce, London Calling

Dawn was bopping around the apartment happily to the radio. Spike would be home soon and she wanted everything neat and orderly so he would take her out dancing tonight. He was usually gone two or three hours when he hunted but tonight he had already been gone for almost four, which meant he was off getting laid. Which also meant that Dawn would get whatever she wanted from him, especially with the nice clean apartment.

Spike walked in a couple hours later, too late to really have any fun at the clubs.

"Have fun?" Dawn's voice was flat.

"What's wrong pet?" Spike wasn't sure what was wrong but he knew he had fucked up somehow.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I cleaned the whole apartment, your room included, and all I wanted to do was go dancing, but now it is too late and why are you so late? Hmm, let me think? Cause you had to go fuck some whore! Who you probably killed afterwards!" Dawn was crying now. "Am I just not pretty enough? Not tough enough? Why don't you want ME Spike??"

Spike rushed to his girl. "Shhh baby, no tears. You are bloody gorgeous pet, you know you are, but you're so young baby, precious girl shouldn't sleep with monsters. Shhh, I do want you Bit, want you too much. Always wanted you Bit." He could do nothing but cradle his precious girl. He wanted her so bad, but it was bad. She was life and joy and bubbly things, he couldn't break her like that. But God did he want to, wanted to cover her with his darkness, with his sin.

"But I love you Spike, I need you. Please Spike." Dawn looked up at him and he thought she had never looked more beautiful. Her eyeliner and mascara was running down her face and her blood-shot eyes seemed even more blue than usual.

He had avoided this moment for two years. They had hopped from town to town and finally over the ocean to England and finally London. They had been here for a year. Dawn had taken correspondence course and already graduated high school, with a little cheating. She had grown up so much since they had left Sunnydale.

"I love you too Bit, you know I do. If we did this that'd be it, you could never leave me Bit, I wouldn't let you. If we did this I'd mark you, make sure everyone knows your mine, only mine. Is that what you really want pet? 'Cause you know I would kill anyone who tried to take you away, including your sister. You really want that? 'm a bastard baby, you know that, and I will hurt you baby, 'm a demon." He knew she knew that. There had been more than a few times since they had left Sunnyhell that she had witnessed his darker, possesive side.

FLASHBACK

Dallas

They were in a club. Dawn was wearing a purple schoolgirl skirt with a black tank top, fish net stockings, and her precious boots. Some college guy was dancing with her. Spike had just fed when he saw them dancing too close. The club was dark or everyone would have noticed when Spike calmly walked up to the couple and grabbed the guy by the throat. Before Dawn could really figure out what was happening all three of them were in the alley and Spike had ripped the guy's throat out. He turned calmly to Dawn and, with his voice cold as ice said, "Don't ever dance like that again."

Later that night back at their apartment Dawn showered the blood from the guy, Derek? Dean? something with a D, off her body and cried. It was her fault Spike was mad, her fault he had killed the poor guy.

Spike apologized. He told her he had been overcome with worry, that he had been impulsive, that it was his nature. She forgave him.

Quebec

Dawn had said she would be back from the store in an hour or so, that was four hours ago. Spike was worried, but couldn't do anything due to the pesky sun outside.

Dawn walked in with the bags from the store.

"WHERE the FUCK have you been?" Spike exploded.

"I just got caught up at the mall Spike." Dawn rolled her eyes.

"I was fucking worried and you roll your fucking eyes at me?" Spike backhanded her then grabbed her by her hair. "Don't you EVER do that again!!"

Dawn's huge doe eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry Spike, I was only at the mall and it was huge. I just lost track of time, I won't do it again!"

"Get in your fucking room and don't even think of coming out for anything but the bathroom!!" Spike's rage rolled off of him like heat.

Dawn complied. Spike left and returned a few hours later smelling of blood, violence, and sex. He crawled into bed with her. He wrapped himself around her. "'m so sorry baby, didn't mean to hit you, I was just worried 'bout you."

"I know Spike, I won't do it again."

When the bruise healed by the next evening they knew she was a slayer. He began training her then and there.

PRESENT

"God Spike, you asshole! Don't you think you're already totally possessive of me! I'm yours, mark or no mark! The last demon bar we were in a bunch of the demons said that I was so covered with your scent that they couldn't smell mine! I get all the draw backs and none of the good stuff Spike!" Dawn was crying harder than before.

Spike kissed the top of her head. She was right. Even though he told her, and himself, that she was free, she wasn't, she had always been his. He laughed harshly, "ya got me there Bit. Go shower then come get in bed, we will talk about this when we get up tomorrow, yeah?"

Dawn got up and went into her bathroom. Spike sat on the floor for a minute thinking. He had hurt her in a way he never thought he could. She was light and love and not meant to love a demon like him. She did love him though, as mush as he loved her. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day.