Author's notes: Hey. This piece of fanfiction takes place sometime shortly
after the curse on the Summer's house has been lifted and everyone finds
out that Dawn has been stealing.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer does not belong to me. It belongs to Mr. Joss- I'm not sure how to spell his last name.
Chapter 1
"Looks like you win again," the blond haired man said. Sitting on the floor across from me as lightly slammed his hand of cards on the small coffee table.
"Guess so," I said quietly as my arms tightly wrapped around me. The coolness of the room was finally getting to me, and my teeth briefly chattered as a shiver ran up my spine.
"Here," he said, taking off his black leather jacket and held it out offering it to me.
"Oh, no. I'm alright." I knew he didn't buy it; my false, big macho, strong girl act.
"You're freezing bit," he said softly. "You'll catch cold if you don't warm yer self up." I watched him closely as he stood up, walked around the table between us and draped the heavy material around me.
I sighed in defeat, accepting it and wrapping it around me. I take in the faint smell of him that radiates from the material, "thank you..."
Taking his place back on the cold cement floor, he gathers the cards and begins re-shuffling the deck. "It's not every day that you sneak off and come over here." He casually states. "So tell me, what are you doing here?" Sometimes it's really hard to believe he's a blood-sucking monster. I mean, when you think vampire do you think good-looking guy with a good fashion sense, with a British accent? No. I usually think: big scary thing that wants to rip my throat out.
I sigh. I think I've always had a thing for him, even when he was all evil and killing people. "I just wanted to get away for a while."
"So you came here?" he inquired as he lay a card in front of me face up, the other, over top, faced down.
"The gang, they look at me funny now; as though I'm gonna steal all their money or something... and- I mean... It's just... You don't look at me like that." I answered. Forcing a slight smile, my eyes then furrow in disappointment, "hit me."
Another card is placed into my hand. He then unconsciously pulls out a cigarette, bringing it up to his lips. Briefly, he looks from it to me, only to set it down in the ashtray that had found a temporary spot on the floor.
"Uh, don't worry about me. If you want to smoke, go ahead."
"Don't think Big sis would care much for that. You know, second hand smoke `n all. Not good for humans. He picked up his hand and glanced over his cards, "hit or stay?"
"Stay."
"What have you got love?" he asks sincerely; as though he is actually enjoying my company.
"Twenty-three" I sigh with disappointment.
He flips his cards over to reveal a perfect twenty-one. "I guess I can't lose them all. Do you want to play again?"
As much as I'd like to stay with him, I know I can't. I'm supposed to be grounded and if Buffy comes home early, she'll flip out if she discovers I wasn't there when I should have been. Willow should be back from her classes shortly and we're supposed to walk over to the magic shop so I can work off everything I stole...
I shook my head. "No I've got to head home." I say, shrugging off his jacket. I pick up my bag and like the gentlemen he is, he walked me as far as he could to his crypt's door; knowing that if he walked to close to it, he'd be burned when I open the door.
I unlatched the door, pulled it back and welcomed the sun's warm glow. I paused for a moment while standing under the thresh-hold. "Um...Spike?"
"What is it 'Bit?"
My throat cought in my throat and my checks burned with a crimson blush, "Never mind."
"You get home safely Dawn." He said simply.
"'K." Is all I seemed to be able to say as I slowly pulled the door closed and headed home.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer does not belong to me. It belongs to Mr. Joss- I'm not sure how to spell his last name.
Chapter 1
"Looks like you win again," the blond haired man said. Sitting on the floor across from me as lightly slammed his hand of cards on the small coffee table.
"Guess so," I said quietly as my arms tightly wrapped around me. The coolness of the room was finally getting to me, and my teeth briefly chattered as a shiver ran up my spine.
"Here," he said, taking off his black leather jacket and held it out offering it to me.
"Oh, no. I'm alright." I knew he didn't buy it; my false, big macho, strong girl act.
"You're freezing bit," he said softly. "You'll catch cold if you don't warm yer self up." I watched him closely as he stood up, walked around the table between us and draped the heavy material around me.
I sighed in defeat, accepting it and wrapping it around me. I take in the faint smell of him that radiates from the material, "thank you..."
Taking his place back on the cold cement floor, he gathers the cards and begins re-shuffling the deck. "It's not every day that you sneak off and come over here." He casually states. "So tell me, what are you doing here?" Sometimes it's really hard to believe he's a blood-sucking monster. I mean, when you think vampire do you think good-looking guy with a good fashion sense, with a British accent? No. I usually think: big scary thing that wants to rip my throat out.
I sigh. I think I've always had a thing for him, even when he was all evil and killing people. "I just wanted to get away for a while."
"So you came here?" he inquired as he lay a card in front of me face up, the other, over top, faced down.
"The gang, they look at me funny now; as though I'm gonna steal all their money or something... and- I mean... It's just... You don't look at me like that." I answered. Forcing a slight smile, my eyes then furrow in disappointment, "hit me."
Another card is placed into my hand. He then unconsciously pulls out a cigarette, bringing it up to his lips. Briefly, he looks from it to me, only to set it down in the ashtray that had found a temporary spot on the floor.
"Uh, don't worry about me. If you want to smoke, go ahead."
"Don't think Big sis would care much for that. You know, second hand smoke `n all. Not good for humans. He picked up his hand and glanced over his cards, "hit or stay?"
"Stay."
"What have you got love?" he asks sincerely; as though he is actually enjoying my company.
"Twenty-three" I sigh with disappointment.
He flips his cards over to reveal a perfect twenty-one. "I guess I can't lose them all. Do you want to play again?"
As much as I'd like to stay with him, I know I can't. I'm supposed to be grounded and if Buffy comes home early, she'll flip out if she discovers I wasn't there when I should have been. Willow should be back from her classes shortly and we're supposed to walk over to the magic shop so I can work off everything I stole...
I shook my head. "No I've got to head home." I say, shrugging off his jacket. I pick up my bag and like the gentlemen he is, he walked me as far as he could to his crypt's door; knowing that if he walked to close to it, he'd be burned when I open the door.
I unlatched the door, pulled it back and welcomed the sun's warm glow. I paused for a moment while standing under the thresh-hold. "Um...Spike?"
"What is it 'Bit?"
My throat cought in my throat and my checks burned with a crimson blush, "Never mind."
"You get home safely Dawn." He said simply.
"'K." Is all I seemed to be able to say as I slowly pulled the door closed and headed home.