Spike II
He missed talking to his little niblet, but soon enough there they are again Revello Drive, 1630. It is dangerous for her to be out with him, the first breathing down on his neck. Spike runs his fingers through ler long brown hair, smiles and says: -"Ready to face the boring reality of the scoobies, lil bit?" Dawn nods back at him with her brave face. He loves her for that. He opens the door and they go into the house, but she suddenly stops and her trips into her. As Spike steadies himself up, he notices what is wrong. They were watching the bloody tape again, the part he did not want them to watch. Video Joyce is just saying: -"Just one more thing, about Dawn..." He opens his eyes wide at it. Bollocks he mumbles as he tries to move quickly through the room to the tv. They must not fucking know Spike thinks. As he reaches the power button, Joyce is saying: -"You know Dawn is made of your blood too!?" But he turns off the tv, did they catch that. He hopes they didn't, he listens as Buffy says: -"What?" and he turns to look at Dawn. Oh Bugger, he thinks as the girl turns and rushes up the stairs.
One of the potencial girls stands up and says:- "Well that is some nifty information." Spike grows at it and the first dissapears into thin air. A thousand cenarios, rush into his head. All off them end up with Dawn dead. His demon is roaring inside as Buffy gets into his face and says: -"What the hell was my mom talking about, Spike. I want an explanation." He does not answer, he has no time for this. The first will want to hurt his sister, to get to him. He looks at Willow and says: -"We will be needing a Magical Barrier, now!" The witch looks bewildered, he doesn't have time for that. Spike turns and starts striding to the stairs, he has got to talk to her. Talk to Dawn, then they would work on the barrier. But Buffy grabs his arm forcebly and says: -"Spike. Explain. Now." He stares at her with seething anger. Spike is mad at them, mad at her. She had no right to watch that tape. And now look at their predicament. The words slitter through his teeth without a thought: -"You had no right watching that tape. This is none of your concern. Now the first knows, it will want to hurt her. Are you happy?!
Spike tries to pull his arm of off her grip, but she tightens it. He will have a bruise come morning. Buffy eyes are filled with hate, he reconizes it and rolls his eyes at her as she says: -"You think I'm happy. I am far away from happy that anyone can be. I had a right to see that tape. I had the right to know. You lied to me." Anya interrupts by saying: -"Actually, he didn't lie. Just omited." Buffy growls at the interruption and says; -"What is this... Dawn has your blood? Is this a joke?" At her back, the watcher asks: -"And most important if Dawn has your blood, why would the first want to hurt her? Is there something else you are hiding?" At that Spike yanks his arms back away from Buffy's grip, causing her to fall foward. He had no time for a Scoobie inquisition. The vampire runs up the stairs as he thinks loudly Barrier spell Red, move! He hopes the witch reads his mind and starts with her mojo. Spike doens mind to knock at the bedroom's door, but tries the door and it is locked. He growls and forces the door open. He is glad to see Dawn is in her bead. She is just lying there looking at the celing, not crying. He is glad cause they had enough of crying for one day.
He moves slowly towards her and sits at the end of her bed. Dawn just keeps staring at the ceiling, not looking at him. It surprises him when she says: - "Why did you not tell me?" Oh thanks God. He thought she was going to give him a brush off and not talk to him for a while. Spike sighs and says: -"Well its complicated, bit." She snorts and retorts: -"Every thing is so complicated. Poor little Dawn, she does not understand anything. I am not an idiot. You know." He smirks at her irony and says: -"Well, I know that. You do have my blood the monks gave it to you and no Stuart is an idiot. We may be a bit reckless, but not idiots." Dawn rolls her eyes at him and repeats: - "Why did you not tell me?" Spike looks to the ground as he answers: - "There was nothing to tell". Dawn sits up and puffs at him. He rolls his eyes at her and says: -"You got my blood, so what? Doesn't change anything. I love you like a sister even before I knew." Dawn snorts and says: -"It changes everything. I had the right to know. You knew how I felt... about being the Key I mean... and still you kept this from me".
He tries to say something, but she shows her hand for him to stop as she asks: - "Am I even, Buffy's sister? Am I Joyce's daugther?" Dawn's voice cracks a little at the last question and his heart breaks. Spike musters the courage to grasp her hand whilst saying: -"You are Joyce's daugther and Buffy's sister, nobody could never take that from you. So the monks made you with only half Summer blood. You still were raised by them. Loved by them, you are a part of the Summers Family.' She looks at him and says: -"But I'm a part of your family too. The Stuarts you say. You should have told me. Why didn't you?" Spike sighed and decided to tell her the truth: -"I was scared." Dawn looks at him inquiringly. He stands up and paces back and forth while saying: -"It was hard to know you were blood of my blood okay. It meant I had to step up, that I had to protect you. Not only from Glory, but from a whole bunch of people that want to hurt me. I was scared I could not do that, I could not be enough, that I could not be good. And you.. You had Buffy. It seemed easier for everyone not to know.'
Spike sat in the edge of her bed in defeat, his hands on his bent head. Dawn placed her hand on his arm and said: -"You did protect me. Well, you tried at least that is what matters, but that does not justify you being scared. You did not seem scared when you left. There is no excuse for not telling me." Spike looked at the defiant blue eyes that reflected his own and said: -"The first time I saw you, you rushed into the Kitchen as I was having tea with your mother..." She rolls her eyes at him and mocks: -"Oh please, you were drinking hot choco with marshmallows, not tea." He rolls his eyes back at her and continues: -"As I was saying... you came in and stumbled into me. You made me spill all my drink. What were you nine?" She hit his arm at that and complained: -"I was eleven... or twelve. Actually neither on the account that I did not exist". He shakes his head at her: -"The point is I pulled you to my lap to snap your neck for having spilled my drink. But when I looked at you... you looked so much like my sister Margaret." She interrupted once more saying: -"You had a sister?"
Spike exales harshly as he says: -"Telling a story here! Anyway... You looked so much like her, that I could not bear to hurt you. And then when I got chipped and started hanging with you and your mum... I grew fond of you, both of you. I did not want to. I did not want for you to die like my sister did. I did not want to get attached. Humans die pretty quick, you know." Dawn slapped his arm one more time and said: -"Wanker!" Spike smiled up at her and said: -"So when Joyce told me you were made of my blood, it was like deep inside I already knew. But I did not want to accep., I did not want to say it.. to make it true. If you had died, it would be like losing my sister all over again. I could not bear the pain, so I was scared of that. I know not the bravest Spike moment, but that is the truth." He listens as Dawns sighs, hugs him and says: -"Oh Spike. I'm so sorry for your sister... or our sister... oh, I do not know. This is all very confusing, but I am sorry that I did not ask more about your previous family. But we are family now, I want you to tell me stuff, no more hidding. I have enough of that with Buffy."
They both smile at that. Spike runs his fingers through her hair and says: -"We will talk more tomorrow, you should get some sleep. It is like I said before... I am here now, if you want me as a brother or just as a friend. I am here for you." He kisses the top of her head. She lays down and pulls her covers, as he stands. Spike reaches the door and stops. He glances at her over his shoulder and says: -"Night, bit." When he walks out of the bedroom and closes the door, he glances to the ground and sees Buffy sitting with her head against the wall, tears in her eyes. Spike crooks his head at her and offers his hand. He is glad she takes it. As Buffy stands up, the vampire says in a soft voice: -"Still be wanting that explanation. I had some pratice with Dawn. I think I am ready for a better explaining now." She shakes her head softly: -"I think I caught the whole explanation bonanza." Buffy let's go of his hand and takes a step back crossing her arms uncomfortably. He did not even notice that they were still holding hands. Spike sighs he hates it when she fidgets like that, it makes her appear weak when she is not. He nods to her and says: -"Be off to the basement then."
Spike goes down the stairs deep in thought, when he gets to the living room. Willow, Xander and Giles are on the couch talking. Before he can say anything, the witch says: -"I did the spell. The magical barrier is up." He nods at her grateful and turns to the basement door, but before he can go down Giles calls him: -"Spike. Why would the first want to hurt Dawn because she has your blood?" Spike does not turn to respond the watcher as he says: -"I do not know. Because he is evil!?" He knows it is a lie, but the it does not matter Spike would protect Dawn. They did not have to know why the first was so fixated on him. As he made his way to the bottom of the basement stairs, the door opened. Bollocks, they would never leave him alone. Spike walked slowly to his cot and sat down on it looking at his boots. His vampires senses told him that it was just her, just Buffy. He felt better about that, she would soon be gone, she did not stand to be in a room with him for much time. He listened as she said: -"Giles thinks you know more about the first than what you are actually saying."
Spike looks up at her and says nothing. Buffy frowns and says: -"Please, Spike. I heard what you told Dawn. I know you care about her. The first seemed pretty excited with the news that Dawn has your blood. If you know anything.. anything that would help..." He can understand her concern, but as he is about to answer his mind is hit with searing pain. He presses the palms of his hand agains his head forcebly, until the pain passes. Meanwhile, Buffy is screaming his name: -"Spike!" He tries to recompose himself as she asks: -"What is it?" Spike looks deep into her eyes and says: -"It is nothing, Buffy. I am just... tired. I do not know why the first wants to play with me, or hurt Dawn or the world for that matter. Right now I just want to rest a bit." Spike watches as she shuts her lips tight and stares at him. He wonders if she wants to cock up her fits and slug him. He sits waiting for the hit, but it does not come. He sighs as she turns her back and walks up the stairs. Everything is so fucked up, he wishes he could kiss her again, but that will never happen. Spike growls, lays down on his stupid cot and closes his eyes.