Series Title: 31 Nights of Frights, Dos Quatros
Part Title: Sweet Memory
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns the Buffyverse stuff, Sherrilyn Kenyon owns the Dark-Hunters (Feehan owns the Carpathians)…
Series Summary: Thirty-one experiments in insanity with a Halloween month theme, er, take four.
Part Summary: Dawn comes face to face with the big bad bear.
Words: 303
Series A/N: Yeah, I don't know Spanish. I took French in school - I lifted the Quatros from Psych
A/N: Haunted: Bear subset.
31 Nights of Frights, Dos Quatros
28. Sweet Memory
Dawn was not going to make eye contact with the man standing at the back of the bar. She was not. Because if she acknowledged him, he would see how freaked out she was right now. He would smell her fear. And she was a bit afraid right now.
"Starla, I need you to get up very slowly and make your way to the door."
"Why?" The younger slayer's eyes got wide with fear.
"Don't do that. Don't you do that, Starla," Dawn plastered a fake ass smile on her face and slowly reached for her purse.
"It feels heavy in here," Starla murmured.
"It's the humidity. It gets ya every time, Star."
"It's not -"
"I swear to God, if you freak out on me right now, Star, I'm cutting up the credit cards the Council issued you as compensation," Dawn smiled harder through the threatening words.
"Where's Purcell? He wanted to meet us here!" Starla's voice squeaked a bit.
"I have a feeling that he doesn't really care. It's a set-up. He's hoping to -" Dawn cut herself off. How could she tell the teenager that she had a bad feeling that Purcell had wanted both of them to pay for Starla's 'disobedience' and Dawn's usurping of his 'place'. By sending them to a not-slayer friendly bar.
"You friends of Purcell?"
Dawn's head jerked up as she found the meanest looking guy in the bar leaning over her. Damn. She kicked at Starla's leg. If she couldn't get herself out of this, she was as sure as hell going to get her temporary charge out of here. Starla, the stubborn brat, ignored her kick.
"Depends."
"Not an answer."
"I don't know, do you consider someone who sets you up to be a friend?" Dawn asked as calmly as she could.
"Depends."
