Rating: PG-13 (For Spike's swearing. Bad Spike!)
Category: Spike/Dawn.
Summary: Spike's back from LA, 3 years after Buffy's death, chipless, drunk and in a real bad mood…
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or any of the characters, they belong to the brilliant Joss Wheddon, Fox TV, the Grrr Argh bloke etc. I do, however, own Sean. So leave him alone! Unless you ask for permission of course.
Archiving: Yes! Just please tell me where you're putting it.
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Dawn awoke the next morning feeling stiff and aching all over. Spike's old armchair wasn't particularly comfortable. The crypt door had blown shut during the night and the only sunlight filtering into came from a slight crack in the wall, near the door, where light shone in a steady beam.
She gently dropped the blanket to the floor and rose to her feet. She stretched uneasily and tried to straighten out the creases in her back and neck. She yawned widely and rubbed her eyes.
"That's an interestin' hairstyle you're sportin' there, Pet."
Dawn spun round wide eyes and nervous. She absently ran one hand through her hair in an attempt to tidy it.
"S-spike. What are you doing here?"
He was leant against a wall, shaded from the sunlight, wearing the same clothes as he had the night before. There was a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth and his hair was ruffled and spiked up, as if he'd been in a fight. He had dark rims around his eyes and his eyes squinted slightly, as if trying to hide the pain of a headache.
'Won't be drinking that much vodka again in a hurry.' Dawn thought.
"I'm back, Pet, and as I'm sure you noticed, I managed to get rid of a little…technicality I was dealing with."
He lowered his gaze to the floor.
"Look, Nibblet, I need your help."
He looked directly into her eyes and she felt herself begin to drown in pale blue pools. His mouth had turned up into an evil smile and his eyes were shining.
"W- what do you mean, you need my help? I mean, you're the Big Bad, you don't need help."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yeah, I AM the Big Bad. But the thing out there isn't only after your blood. It's got a bone to pick with me too. And I can't fight this alone."
Dawn's breathing began to speed up.
"What thing? What do you need me for? I'm not my sister!"
He expression didn't alter one bit as she said this, it stayed firm and dark. He took a step towards her and ran a hand through his spiky hair.
"Will you come with me and will you trust me?"
Dawn's eyes darted back and forth. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable under his gaze and she was beginning to think that coming here wasn't such a good idea.
"W- what? No!"
Spike's smile began to fade and he took another step towards her. Dawn was backed up until her back came into contact with the wall. She took a deep shuddering breath as Spike took another drag. Spike closed the distance between them and blew smoke in Dawn's face. She coughed and waved a hand in front of her face.
"Maybe that was phrased wrong, Pet? If you don't come nicely, I'll take you anyway. All I'm asking is for you to make it easy."
Dawn began to shake and pressed herself against the wall to stop herself trembling.
"No, Nibblet? Well than we're gonna have to do this the hard way."
He placed one hand on the wall next to her head. He leaned down and kissed her gently. Dawn began to respond and laid a hand on his arm. Spike drew back and cracked her head back against the wall with his fist. She collapsed unconsciously in his arms and Spike slumped slightly under her weight. He roughly picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. He sighed and shook his head.
'Bloody Chit always was stubborn. Let's get her away from those fucking scoobies and that fuckwit of a boyfriend so we might have a remote chance of survival.' He mused.
With that, he kicked open the trapdoor in the floor and jumped down, heading off through the underground passageways, with Dawn in his arms…
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1 TBC…
Thank you for every one who has reviewed this story. I really appreciate the feedback.
I'll update this real soon.
Trixta
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Category: Spike/Dawn.
Summary: Spike's back from LA, 3 years after Buffy's death, chipless, drunk and in a real bad mood…
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or any of the characters, they belong to the brilliant Joss Wheddon, Fox TV, the Grrr Argh bloke etc. I do, however, own Sean. So leave him alone! Unless you ask for permission of course.
Archiving: Yes! Just please tell me where you're putting it.
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Dawn awoke the next morning feeling stiff and aching all over. Spike's old armchair wasn't particularly comfortable. The crypt door had blown shut during the night and the only sunlight filtering into came from a slight crack in the wall, near the door, where light shone in a steady beam.
She gently dropped the blanket to the floor and rose to her feet. She stretched uneasily and tried to straighten out the creases in her back and neck. She yawned widely and rubbed her eyes.
"That's an interestin' hairstyle you're sportin' there, Pet."
Dawn spun round wide eyes and nervous. She absently ran one hand through her hair in an attempt to tidy it.
"S-spike. What are you doing here?"
He was leant against a wall, shaded from the sunlight, wearing the same clothes as he had the night before. There was a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth and his hair was ruffled and spiked up, as if he'd been in a fight. He had dark rims around his eyes and his eyes squinted slightly, as if trying to hide the pain of a headache.
'Won't be drinking that much vodka again in a hurry.' Dawn thought.
"I'm back, Pet, and as I'm sure you noticed, I managed to get rid of a little…technicality I was dealing with."
He lowered his gaze to the floor.
"Look, Nibblet, I need your help."
He looked directly into her eyes and she felt herself begin to drown in pale blue pools. His mouth had turned up into an evil smile and his eyes were shining.
"W- what do you mean, you need my help? I mean, you're the Big Bad, you don't need help."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yeah, I AM the Big Bad. But the thing out there isn't only after your blood. It's got a bone to pick with me too. And I can't fight this alone."
Dawn's breathing began to speed up.
"What thing? What do you need me for? I'm not my sister!"
He expression didn't alter one bit as she said this, it stayed firm and dark. He took a step towards her and ran a hand through his spiky hair.
"Will you come with me and will you trust me?"
Dawn's eyes darted back and forth. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable under his gaze and she was beginning to think that coming here wasn't such a good idea.
"W- what? No!"
Spike's smile began to fade and he took another step towards her. Dawn was backed up until her back came into contact with the wall. She took a deep shuddering breath as Spike took another drag. Spike closed the distance between them and blew smoke in Dawn's face. She coughed and waved a hand in front of her face.
"Maybe that was phrased wrong, Pet? If you don't come nicely, I'll take you anyway. All I'm asking is for you to make it easy."
Dawn began to shake and pressed herself against the wall to stop herself trembling.
"No, Nibblet? Well than we're gonna have to do this the hard way."
He placed one hand on the wall next to her head. He leaned down and kissed her gently. Dawn began to respond and laid a hand on his arm. Spike drew back and cracked her head back against the wall with his fist. She collapsed unconsciously in his arms and Spike slumped slightly under her weight. He roughly picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. He sighed and shook his head.
'Bloody Chit always was stubborn. Let's get her away from those fucking scoobies and that fuckwit of a boyfriend so we might have a remote chance of survival.' He mused.
With that, he kicked open the trapdoor in the floor and jumped down, heading off through the underground passageways, with Dawn in his arms…
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1 TBC…
Thank you for every one who has reviewed this story. I really appreciate the feedback.
I'll update this real soon.
Trixta
-x-