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Previously

"Well, well, well; look who finally decided to come home. Lose something?" She asked in an eerie tone that scared him. Since when did she sound this…cold and evil?

Dawn steps out of the shadows holding his lighter in her hand. She was flicking it open and closed looking at him straight in the eyes with pure hatred.

"Now tell me what the fuck you did to Michael and where he is now!" Dawn says now taking her large axe she was hiding under her baggy jacket and holding it up; prepared to slice his head off.

Guess he's going to have to wing this conversation.

SPAWNSPAWN

Spike looked at Dawn in fear as she held up the large axe in front of him. She really was not a forced to be fucked with; she looked like she would feel no remorse if she swung that and chopped his head off; leaving only a pile of ashes left for her to dance on.

"Now nibblet I don't know what you're talking about." He said calmly as he tried to reason with her; she was actually starting to scare the blonde vampire. She wasn't going to let him off that easily.

"Oh save it. You fucking did something to Michael; your damn lighter was on my front lawn! Now you're going to tell me where he is or so help me God I will slice your head off so quick you won't even see it coming." She threatened holding up the axe up higher not backing down from her word.

She was beyond furious at him. He had no idea what he was doing and he didn't even have to right to try and help her now. He had no idea how much she needed Michael to survive. He was what was keeping her alive; and Spike was trying to take that away from her! Did he hate her that much? Or did he just not care all together? That thought hurt her more than she cared to admit; but then again she was nothing. No one cares about someone who's nothing. At least that's what the voices tell her.

"What if I did do something to this bloke? You shouldn't even be around trash like him." Spike said angrily as he thought about what a cocky little shit he was. Saying crap about his nibblet like he knew her better then anyone. That's fucking bull shit! He knew the bit and he knew that she was better than that mother fucker. Hell she was better than most. He couldn't let her know where Michael was. He had to stall until her arm got tired and she would let down the axe. Then he'd be able to get a word in without going poof.

"Oh so that's where my lighter was? I've been lookin' for that nasty bugger for a couple days now. Thanks for findin' it 'bit." He smirks as her anger got even bigger. As much as he feared her at this moment toying with her was just too damn fun to pass up.

"You God damn son of a bitch! You think you can trick me? You think you can pull shit like that on me of all people? News flash you idiot, you told me all you little tricks; I know you and I know that you're lying and trying to stall. Now tell me… where is Michael?" She says as calmly as she could in her angered state.

Spike looked at her surprised. Stupid the bit was not; he almost forgot that he used to tell her stories about his past Trying to scare her didn't work but it was refreshing that she actually listened to him; no one ever listened to him; not even his dark princess.

"You think you're the only one who has all the knowledge on the other? I know you too bit. I know that deep down you just want to run into a corner and weep your little eyes out. You think big adult words make you look like you're stronger? You wouldn't kill me." He taunts her but feels a hard pain in his cold chest when he sees tears start forming in her eyes but she quickly blinked them away before they could fall down her face.

"Is that so Spikey? Tell me; since you seem to know me so well; just why wont I kill you?" She mocks him right back. Her tone was more than amused; did he really believe that he knew her? After he left her to fuck her sister, that'd she'd still be the same fourteen year old little girl that wore purple with her hair in pick tales skipping around oblivious to everything around her? She didn't fucking think so.

He hesitated for a moment. Why wouldn't she kill him? Because he was the one who knew where her precious Michael was? Because he helped her sister on a daily bases? Because he was her best friend? Why was the reason? He wanted to know himself.

"Because you care 'bout me sweet 'bit." He answered softly and what shocked him is she started laughing. A full force; truly amused laugh.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's the best you can think of? Come on Spike I thought you were slicker than that, that was beyond pathetic. Do you really think after everything I would still have that poor, stupid, little crush on you? That I would still care about you at all? Please. Why would I ever still love someone like you?" She says tauntingly smirking to herself that she actually gotten under the dead man's skin. That was payment for all that he did to her, all that he didn't do. He deserved to be miserable because he's the one who made her the exact way.

Her cold cruel words stung; he'll admit to that but what hurt worse was the look in her eyes. The look he never thought he'd see from her, a look that every girl he's ever loved gave him. Ceily. Dru. Buffy. All those women wanted him to know he was beneath them but he never in a million years thought Dawn would be added to that list. He never thought she of all people would give up on him.

"What do you mean after everything?" He had to ask hoping his voice hadn't become soft, and that his hurt couldn't be heard.

"Wow…that's even more pathetic." She muttered to herself shaking her head looking on the floor as she heard the words haunt her once more.

They don't care about you little Dawnie. He was lying Dawnie. He would never love you Dawnie. Who could love poor, ugly, stupid, little, cry baby Dawnie? You are nothing, and will always be nothing.

She looked up as her face became hollow. She had to find Michael she needed him right now. She needed him to help her forget. She needed him to take away the pain. Take away the voice inside her head that sounds just like the one she loved the most; the one who left her….the voice that sounds just like Spike's.

"Can you just tell me where he is; I need him…Please Spike, just take me to him." She almost pleaded. She couldn't win with him; hell she couldn't win with anyone but that doesn't matter she had to find him even if it resulted to begging and being weak. She never could hide from Spike, he always saw right through her when he wanted to.

"Come on, I'll bring you to him. I don't know if he's still there though." Spike said softly walking out of the crypt without looking back.

She followed quickly keeping her axe with her just incase she was attacked or if he was fucking with her head. They walked in silence neither looking at the other for a while; neither knowing what to say.

" 'Bit?" He asked hesitantly after a couple blocks.

"What?" she replied not even bothering to correct him that her name is Dawn.

"You never answered my question." He said and turned around putting them to a halt.

"Maybe I didn't want to." She said putting back her "don't fuck with me" attitude.

"Or maybe you just didn't want me to find out why you hate me." He corrected as he looked at her and as soon as the words fell out of his mouth Dawn's eyes turned as cold as ice.

"Well maybe you should already know if you weren't so fucking stupid!" She cried out and held up the axe again.

"Take me to him!" She demanded and he obeyed not because she ordered him to but because he had to think about what she had just said.

When they reached the alley two blocks away from the Summer's home Dawn gasped when she saw Michael laying on the cold ground blood covering his face. She quickly dropped the axe beside Spike and ran as fast as she could to where he was. Kneeling to him she wraps her arms around him and tries to wake him up.

"Michael? Michael baby wake up." She whispered softly into his ear. He stirred slightly but still didn't wake up.

"Baby wake up. Wake up so I can hear you yell at me, call me a slut bag whore who should be lucky to have you. Please Michael I need you. Please wake up."

Spike just stood there as she whispered those well sorta loving words into the bloke's ear. Slut bag whore? And she wants to hear that? What had happened to his sweet bit. She's changed and it was not for the better. Her ray of sunshine turned into a cloud of smoke, he couldn't possibly understand what had turned her this way. At first he thought it was Michael but now….

Now he thinks it was him.

After a couple of failed attempts Dawn slowly turns her head to Spike in anger.

"What did you do to him? He never did anything to you!" She cried out as she held onto his still body tighter praying he'd wake up.

"I didn't do anything. He was trying to break down your door so I did what I had to do to protect you and Buffy." He said emotionless. He wants her to yell at him, he wants her to get so mad she'll blurt out what he did to her. He needs to know so he'll know how to fix this.

Dawn stands up and walks over to him punching him square in the jaw. Spike's head barley even moved.

"You bastard! You fucking bastard!" She yells at him and starts hitting him again and again.

"You just want me to be alone. Want me to suffer! You want me to be alone!" She kept crying until her knuckles bled and Spike's face was barley injured.

"I never want you to be alone Dawn." He whispers trying to calm her down but she just kept yelling.

"You do! You took everything from me already now you had to take Michael too! Get away from me!" She shouted as she kicked him hard in the balls and he finally fell to the ground in pain. She knew it was a cheep shot but she needed him to be in pain.

She goes back to Michael and puts his arms around her as she tries to carry him to her house. She needs to get him to the hospital. He still hasn't woken up.

She completely ignores Spike's calls out to her trying to get her to stop and talk to him. He just stayed still; kneeled on the ground watching as Dawn struggles to get Michael into her home. He didn't want that jerk into her house but he knows he doesn't have a say in the matter. Dawn hates him now. Because he took away everyone away from her. Why would she think he did something like that. Just then everything came into place and he started forming tears into his eyes thinking how stupid he was and how sorry he was to do that to the one person he considered a friend.

Dawn knew he was fucking Buffy.

SPAWNSPAWN

As Dawn and Michael reached the Summer's home Dawn quickly put him on the couch as she went to the phone calling 911.

"Yes, I need an ambulance at 347 Revollo Drive. I found my friend in the alley all beat up and he wont wake up. Thank you." Dawn struggled to say as she hung up the phone putting it on the side of the couch. She sat on the couch and stroked his cheek. Signing to herself she ran into the kitchen to get a damp towel.

As she wipes the blood off his face she starts hearing the voice inside her head whispering little things to her and a thought comes to her mind. She reaches into his coat pocket and takes out the bag of weed that was in there and puts in her pocket. Then she takes out all the other drugs he had and ran up to her room to hide the. If the cops found them Michael would get busted and she'd die before she'd let that happen.

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." She says to his sleep form and she hears the door open.

"Dawnie who the hell is he?"

Dawn turns her head to see her sister Buffy looking at her with anger.

TBC