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 slowly opened her eyes. Her head was thumping like…well like someone had slammed her head against a wall. She tried to move her arms but found that her wrists her shackled to the arms of the chair she was sat on. They ached and the beginnings of a red rash were surrounding the metal rings.
She raised her head and looked around the room she was in. It was a simple room, small, stone, and cold. There was a small window in the wall opposite her and it was covered by a deep red cloth. There was a door next to where she was sat, which was a huge stone door, with no decoration to speak of. In front of her was a large wooden table. A piece of paper was nailed to the edge of it so that Dawn could read what was written on it. Written in sharp writing, in deep red ink, were written the words:
Dawn,
Gone to get a little help. Be back soon.
Spike.
Dawn read the message and sighed. She shifted a little in the chair and noticed that it was dark outside. This meant that it wouldn't be too long until he got back, as she was pretty sure it had been light when he had knocked her out.
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"What do you mean she's gone?!"
Giles looked through weary eyes at Sean. He had begun pacing again and, although he too was worried about Dawn's safety, his patience was beginning to wear out with Sean.
"Look, Sean, why don't you just…go home…and let us deal with this, eh?"
They had been trying to find out information about Dawn's disappearance all day, checking the crypt and all other likely places she could be. They had just about given up hope of finding her that day, when Sean had shown up.
Sean shook his head violently.
"No no no no. We have to find her. God! Don't you people care? She's out there, and you aren't even trying to find her!"
This made Xander snap. He stood up and glared menacingly at Sean.
"Listen to me you little fuck. We have spent the entire day looking for her. We have checked everywhere we could think of. But what you have to realise is we are NOT dealing with some average vampire. That bastard out there has done things that you can't even begin to imagine. He's capable of damn near anything and he has come this close to killing each of us in turn. And you know the best of it? It might not even be him. It might be some other kind of demon. Some demon that knows what to do with her. You don't know shit about her. About what she IS. About what she can do!"
Anya lay a hand on his arm. He began to calm down but his glare remained fixed on Sean. Sean took a step backwards, his face paling.
"What do you mean, what she IS? What, you saying my girlfriend's some kind of freak?"
Giles turned to him.
"Get out of here Sean. Believe me, you don't want to get involved."
Sean turned slowly towards the door and paused for a moment before leaving, slamming it shut behind him.
Giles sighed and turned back to the rest of them.
"I think we should call it a night. You must all go home and rest."
Without saying a word they all nodded and left, each with their own thoughts.
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Willow and Tara walked arm in arm towards their home. They had stayed at the old Summers house when Dawn had moved with Giles. Tara took out her key and began to open the door when Willow heard a faint noise. A singsong voice was calling her name.
"Wiiiillllloooowwww."
She froze half way through the door. Tara looked at her with a concerned look on her face.
"Will? What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. I just- I left my bag at Giles'. I'm gonna go back and get it."
"Oh, well you want me to come with you?"
"No, I'll be fine. You stay here."
Tara nodded gently and smiled at her before turning and going into the house.
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Willow cautiously walked back along the sidewalk, wondering where the mysterious voice was coming from. It was getting gradually louder as she walked on. The street was dark, a few of the street-lamps had gone out. She could barely see where she was going and she stumbled once or twice but kept walking towards the voice. It was so beautiful.
Suddenly she froze as a hand appeared in front of her. The voice continued to get louder, even though Willow was no longer walking. The hand trailed its way down her arm and brushed her hand. It left a trail of goosepimples as it went. It traced the line of her hip and she began to shake slightly as she felt an arm slip around her waist. She was completely blind and had no idea what she was facing. She felt whatever it was slip behind her and place the other arm about her waist. It began tracing kisses down her neck and she shuddered as it stopped on her jugular vein. She felt soft breath on her ear and took a deep breath as she recognised the whispering voice.
"Shouldn't stay out late at night, Pet. Not on dark streets."
She felt him withdraw his arms from her waist and was slightly taken aback as he felt his lips on hers. They were so cold. After a few seconds he pulled back and grabbed her hand.
"Come with me, Red. I need your help with something."
Willow followed him and heard the voice getting louder and more urgent.
"Wiiillllooooooowwwwww. Wiiiiillllllllooooooowwwwww."
Willow gasped and uttered a small scream as she felt herself suddenly fall… and keep falling. It didn't last for long, though, and she suddenly felt herself fall shakily into Spike's arms.
"Hang in there, Red."
She felt him pull her along again, and she reluctantly followed. Behind her she could hear the voice getting quieter and howling in rage.
"NOOOOOO. SSSSSSSSPIKE. YOU'LL PAY!"
Willow saw a light at the end of the tunnel they were running down and sighed with relief, she had been getting quite claustrophobic in the dark. When they reached the torch burning in the wall, Spike stopped and turned to face her. She leant against the wall, trying to get her breath back.
He was smiling at her and she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She noticed, just as Dawn had, that he had not changed at all since she had last seen him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something that she could not make out. He motioned to her to step forward.
"Turn around, Pet."
He noticed her watching him warily.
"Look, I'm not gonna bite you. Just turn around."
Slowly she turned around and stiffened as she felt Spike's cold hands on her neck. He soon removed them though, and a new kind of coldness remained there. She reached up and found that there was a sliver chain around her neck. Dangling from it was a pentagram, elegant patterns etched into it. She gasped as she saw it.
"S-spike! Where did you get this?"
He grinned as she marvelled at its beauty.
"You like?"
Willow nodded with a stupid grin on her face.
"Good. You can keep it… on one condition."
She looked at him expectantly.
"From now on, you're mine. You are going to help me, no questions asked."
"W-what? For a necklace? You must be kidding!"
Spike's eyes narrowed and he took a menacing step towards her.
"Look, Red, you don't have much option. You were gonna help me no matter what, the necklace was just a little added extra. Now are you gonna help me? Remember, that chip's gone."
Slowly Willow nodded, and looked at the ground. Spike ran a finger down her cheek and tilted her head up towards him. He gently leaned down and kissed her.
"Good girl."
With that he grabbed her hand again, and continued to lead her down the corridor.
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Thanx to everyone who has given me feedback so far, I love you guys!
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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 slowly opened her eyes. Her head was thumping like…well like someone had slammed her head against a wall. She tried to move her arms but found that her wrists her shackled to the arms of the chair she was sat on. They ached and the beginnings of a red rash were surrounding the metal rings.
She raised her head and looked around the room she was in. It was a simple room, small, stone, and cold. There was a small window in the wall opposite her and it was covered by a deep red cloth. There was a door next to where she was sat, which was a huge stone door, with no decoration to speak of. In front of her was a large wooden table. A piece of paper was nailed to the edge of it so that Dawn could read what was written on it. Written in sharp writing, in deep red ink, were written the words:
Dawn,
Gone to get a little help. Be back soon.
Spike.
Dawn read the message and sighed. She shifted a little in the chair and noticed that it was dark outside. This meant that it wouldn't be too long until he got back, as she was pretty sure it had been light when he had knocked her out.
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"What do you mean she's gone?!"
Giles looked through weary eyes at Sean. He had begun pacing again and, although he too was worried about Dawn's safety, his patience was beginning to wear out with Sean.
"Look, Sean, why don't you just…go home…and let us deal with this, eh?"
They had been trying to find out information about Dawn's disappearance all day, checking the crypt and all other likely places she could be. They had just about given up hope of finding her that day, when Sean had shown up.
Sean shook his head violently.
"No no no no. We have to find her. God! Don't you people care? She's out there, and you aren't even trying to find her!"
This made Xander snap. He stood up and glared menacingly at Sean.
"Listen to me you little fuck. We have spent the entire day looking for her. We have checked everywhere we could think of. But what you have to realise is we are NOT dealing with some average vampire. That bastard out there has done things that you can't even begin to imagine. He's capable of damn near anything and he has come this close to killing each of us in turn. And you know the best of it? It might not even be him. It might be some other kind of demon. Some demon that knows what to do with her. You don't know shit about her. About what she IS. About what she can do!"
Anya lay a hand on his arm. He began to calm down but his glare remained fixed on Sean. Sean took a step backwards, his face paling.
"What do you mean, what she IS? What, you saying my girlfriend's some kind of freak?"
Giles turned to him.
"Get out of here Sean. Believe me, you don't want to get involved."
Sean turned slowly towards the door and paused for a moment before leaving, slamming it shut behind him.
Giles sighed and turned back to the rest of them.
"I think we should call it a night. You must all go home and rest."
Without saying a word they all nodded and left, each with their own thoughts.
~~~~~~~~
Willow and Tara walked arm in arm towards their home. They had stayed at the old Summers house when Dawn had moved with Giles. Tara took out her key and began to open the door when Willow heard a faint noise. A singsong voice was calling her name.
"Wiiiillllloooowwww."
She froze half way through the door. Tara looked at her with a concerned look on her face.
"Will? What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. I just- I left my bag at Giles'. I'm gonna go back and get it."
"Oh, well you want me to come with you?"
"No, I'll be fine. You stay here."
Tara nodded gently and smiled at her before turning and going into the house.
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Willow cautiously walked back along the sidewalk, wondering where the mysterious voice was coming from. It was getting gradually louder as she walked on. The street was dark, a few of the street-lamps had gone out. She could barely see where she was going and she stumbled once or twice but kept walking towards the voice. It was so beautiful.
Suddenly she froze as a hand appeared in front of her. The voice continued to get louder, even though Willow was no longer walking. The hand trailed its way down her arm and brushed her hand. It left a trail of goosepimples as it went. It traced the line of her hip and she began to shake slightly as she felt an arm slip around her waist. She was completely blind and had no idea what she was facing. She felt whatever it was slip behind her and place the other arm about her waist. It began tracing kisses down her neck and she shuddered as it stopped on her jugular vein. She felt soft breath on her ear and took a deep breath as she recognised the whispering voice.
"Shouldn't stay out late at night, Pet. Not on dark streets."
She felt him withdraw his arms from her waist and was slightly taken aback as he felt his lips on hers. They were so cold. After a few seconds he pulled back and grabbed her hand.
"Come with me, Red. I need your help with something."
Willow followed him and heard the voice getting louder and more urgent.
"Wiiillllooooooowwwwww. Wiiiiillllllllooooooowwwwww."
Willow gasped and uttered a small scream as she felt herself suddenly fall… and keep falling. It didn't last for long, though, and she suddenly felt herself fall shakily into Spike's arms.
"Hang in there, Red."
She felt him pull her along again, and she reluctantly followed. Behind her she could hear the voice getting quieter and howling in rage.
"NOOOOOO. SSSSSSSSPIKE. YOU'LL PAY!"
Willow saw a light at the end of the tunnel they were running down and sighed with relief, she had been getting quite claustrophobic in the dark. When they reached the torch burning in the wall, Spike stopped and turned to face her. She leant against the wall, trying to get her breath back.
He was smiling at her and she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She noticed, just as Dawn had, that he had not changed at all since she had last seen him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something that she could not make out. He motioned to her to step forward.
"Turn around, Pet."
He noticed her watching him warily.
"Look, I'm not gonna bite you. Just turn around."
Slowly she turned around and stiffened as she felt Spike's cold hands on her neck. He soon removed them though, and a new kind of coldness remained there. She reached up and found that there was a sliver chain around her neck. Dangling from it was a pentagram, elegant patterns etched into it. She gasped as she saw it.
"S-spike! Where did you get this?"
He grinned as she marvelled at its beauty.
"You like?"
Willow nodded with a stupid grin on her face.
"Good. You can keep it… on one condition."
She looked at him expectantly.
"From now on, you're mine. You are going to help me, no questions asked."
"W-what? For a necklace? You must be kidding!"
Spike's eyes narrowed and he took a menacing step towards her.
"Look, Red, you don't have much option. You were gonna help me no matter what, the necklace was just a little added extra. Now are you gonna help me? Remember, that chip's gone."
Slowly Willow nodded, and looked at the ground. Spike ran a finger down her cheek and tilted her head up towards him. He gently leaned down and kissed her.
"Good girl."
With that he grabbed her hand again, and continued to lead her down the corridor.
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Waddya guys think?
Please READ AND REVIEW!!!
Thanx to everyone who has given me feedback so far, I love you guys!
I'll update this soon. I promise.
Trixta
-x-