Dawn stood up from her bed and looked in the mirror. It was morning. She remembered last night. Didn't care to but she did. Spike had ran off again. Accept this time she ordered him to. This time it was by her choice. Not that she really wanted him to leave her side. She wanted him to crawl into bed with her and wrap his strong arms around her body. But she couldn't because it wasn't the right thing to do. She had to be strong. For her self. For her sister.
Dawn had a idea. Had a plan. She had no other choice but to do this. She just hoped that it would work. She knew magic. She had gotten caught up in it a few years back. And she had learned its strengths. And hers. So she knew what she was doing. Or at least she hoped she did. It was enough to try. Because she had to. Or else it was all her fault. She had to try. She remembered trying before and giving up. Because she knew that what came through that door wouldn't be her mother. Willow had brought back Buffy before. Done it right. And they all expected Dawn wouldn't be able to do it so she would never try. Little did they know she had more power then Willow had ever dreamed of having. And she was just Dawn. But she had power. Something inside her from being the key. It had given her power. And she knew she could do this. She wasn't using the same smell Willow had. She didn't need Osiris, all she needed was her own two hands. Because she was the power not some ridiculous spell.
Dawn had to prepare herself. This day wasn't going to be easy. Tonight was going to be harder. Life was never easy anymore. Things just seemed to be worse with each passing moment. Because love was intolerable and life was pain. Life was a game of concealing hurt and pushing through lies. No matter how things changed, it never seem to become easier, only harder.
Dawn walked down the stairs of the Summer's home. It was late. Getting dark. She knew the only way to save her sister would be tonight. No other time. She was alone and this was how it would have to be. Because Willow would bring her back. And this was her turn. Tried to bring back mom before but this was different. She walked out the front door and down to her sister's grave site. The grave looked empty like there was no way her sister could be inside. Under the dirt. Dawn knelt in front of it and set up her ingredients. She wasn't dumb enough to not know that she would have to dig out the grave. But she was afraid to. Suddenly she heard a voice from behind her.
"Messin' with the black art aint wise sweetheart." Spike spoke leaning against a tree that was behind Dawn.
"I know what I'm doing." She hissed.
"I'm sure you do. But I'm not letting you do it." Spike said stepping closer.
"Just leave me alone." Dawn rolled her eyes. "I can do this." She demanded.
"Sorry luv. I can't let you." Spike said standing behind Dawn and lifting her up so that she was standing.
"Spike why wont you just leave me alone!?!" Dawn hissed spinning around to face him.
"Because pet I love you. And I can't let you put yourself in this kind of danger." Spike looked down at Dawn who was trembling.
"Since when do you care?" Dawn asked annoyed.
"I told you I love you." Spike hissed.
"Liar." Dawn ran from Spike's grasp and back towards the Summers home.
Spike stopped her before she could get more then three feet away from him. He held onto her arm and spun her around to face him. Spike pulled her limp body into his and held her close. He wasn't about to let her go. Not this time. He was done playing the fool.
"I'm done chasing you around so you can run away and make me feel like an idiot." He hissed. "I want you and I can smell it on you how much you want me." He admitted.
"Wanting is not enough." Dawn whined.
"Of course it is. It always was for your sister." Spike let an evil smirk rise across his lips.
"Great Spike. Good way to win me over. Talk about how you banged my sister." Dawn shook her head.
"Not my problem anymore luv. Cause you see, I know I already have won you over. You want me admit it. And your not going home tonight we both know that." Spike let a sly smile rest on his mouth.
"Maybe." Dawn frowned. "But you'll never have me Spike. Just like Buffy." She spoke with a hint of venom in her words.
"No pet." Spike shook his head. "Because your not like her. I have you. Your mine." Spike smiled grabbing a hold of her and pulling her into him.
The rest of the night was a blur. Just as Spike said Dawn didn't go home. She stayed with him that night. Whether she wanted to or not. Because he was right she was his. No matter how much she wanted to be free she never would. Because she had given herself to him. He had made sure of that. And it would always hurt like this, always sting. Because no matter what, even if he was only with her it would always be the same old story. He would never give himself to her because he couldn't. Because he was Spike. He was evil. The same killing machine he use to be. And he wouldn't kill Dawn not literally. But slowly he was killing her. Tearing her apart until she couldn't feel anything anymore. Until life was pointless. But no matter what she would always be his. Give him everything he ever wanted from her. No matter how she tried to fight it she was not as strong as her sister. And she gave into him. Into his guile. Something inside her could not refuse him. Couldn't refuse the fact that she needed him.
Dawn rolled over to see Spike asleep. She went to lean her head on his chest. Maybe she could try and be happy. Because she loved him. Not matter how much it hurt her. She might as well accept the inevitable.
"Mmm...morning pet." Spike said gently.
"Spike can I ask you something?" Dawn sighed.
"Sure." He groaned.
"Will it always be like this?" She asked vaguely.
"Like what luv?" Spike asked confused.
"Will it always hurt so much to be with you?" Dawn asked honestly.
"Dawn." Spike sat up looking at Dawn. "Why, do Summer's women always have to make things harder on yourself?" He asked annoyed.
"Spike you don't love me. Even if you did you'll never let me all the way in." Dawn tried to contain the hurt in her voice.
"I do love you." He admitted but it sounded forced.
"Really?" She crossed her arms. "Prove it."
"How?" Spike asked confused.
"Help me bring her back." Dawn smirked.
"Buffy?"
"No, my great grandmother. Yes Buffy!" She hissed.
Spike sighed and thought for a while. Could he do this? He wanted to keep Dawn wanted her to know he loved her. If this would do it he was willing. He could kill for her, why not bring someone to life? He just hoped it worked. Because messing with the black arts never ends well.
The graveyard was dark and cold. The night was wet and full of fear. Something was off tonight. Maybe it was because they were raising the dead. Dawn set up all the things she had ready before. This was something she needed to do whether it ended well or not.
Authors Note: It's short but I wanted to end it here. So I hope you enjoy it and please review. This thing is soooooo full of angst it makes me depressed lol. Review. Much love.
