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 looked up wearily as she heard the bolt slide back heavily on the door. She had been waiting for the past five hours and the sun was just beginning to rise. The door opened slowly and Dawn looked up expectantly, waiting for Spike to enter the room. She smiled weakly as he did, but there was someone else with him. He paid no attention to Dawn and went to sit on the table, as into the room came
"Willow!"
"Dawn!"
Willow began to walk over to Dawn, a beaming smile on her face. She was stopped by two cold hands tightly grasping her arms and pulling her gently backwards.
"No you don't, Pet. I don't need you two conspirin' against me."
He shifted backwards on the table so that there was enough room for Willow to sit between his legs. He motioned for her to sit on the table and she grudgingly obeyed. He slipped his arms around her waist and gently pulled her against his chest.
"Relax, Pet." He whispered softly into her ear. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
Dawn felt embarrassed by the pangs of jealousy that were running through her. She couldn't help it though, and looked at the floor to avoid seeing Spike with Willow in his arms, no matter how uncomfortable she looked. Spike noticed this and felt guilty but he knew that as long as he continued to stroke Willow's waist, she would eventually calm down and she would be less hassle. He could hear her heartbeat speeding up and fear was radiating off her. He grinned to himself.
"OK. Here's the thing. Dawn, you're being hunted down. Again. A demon is after you, and me for that matter. Now this isn't any old demon. We're talking the real deal. Anyway, she was kinda close to that Glory bitch. Now she's come back to finish what that fucking Goddess started."
Willow had calmed down considerably. Her eyes were half closed and she was beginning to fall asleep against Spike's chest. They had walking for two hours down dark, smelly corridors to get here and she was aching all over.
"Why am I here then?" She asked drowsily.
Spike tightened his grip around her waist and shifted his position slightly, as the table wasn't particularly comfortable.
"Well, you see Luv, I need a little help. A little magic would definitely come in handy."
Willow nodded gently, half asleep.
"Yeah, but why don't you just do it yourself?"
"Because, Pet, the spell I have in mind requires immense power. Power that I can't create on my own."
"Oh…rite…ok…"
She trailed off and gently fell asleep, her head nuzzled into Spike's shoulder, her fingers loosely curled around his arm. Spike looked up at Dawn.
"You ok, Nibblet? You haven't said much."
Her eyes met his and she quickly looked away again, a hurt look on her face.
"It's- it's just a lot to take in that's all. I mean, to have Glory back again…"
"Glory's not back. It's just one of her friends come to have revenge."
"That's supposed to make me feel better?"
"No, that's supposed to let you know what's happening. But most importantly, no one else can get involved. I don't want any of those bloody scoobies getting' involved. Ya hear?"
Dawn nodded.
"Hey, Spike, you think you can let me out of this chair?"
Spike sighed.
"Yeah, sure, hang on."
Spike gently took the red haired girl by the waist and slid her forward until her feet were on the floor. She stirred suddenly and grasped Spike's arm tightly.
"Tara?…where are you?…"
Spike growled slightly and lifted her into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and smiled in her sleep. He roughly kicked open the stone door. Behind this door was another small room, with several doors around the walls. He walked open to one and struggled to open it without dropping the sleeping girl.
Inside the room was a large bed, covered with a crimson bedspread which was decorated with a delicate gold border. He carefully laid her on it and turned to leave.
"SPIKE! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
He turned back to Willow's sleeping form. Her eyes were tightly scrunched shut and her hands were bunched tightly into fists. A small moan was emitted from her mouth. She was having a nightmare. Spike watched her toss and turn, her fiery hair going everywhere. After a while she began to calm down and her face started to relax. Spike turned and walked out of the room.
Dawn looked up as Spike re-entered the room. He reached into his pocket and brought out a large sliver key. Soon Dawn was free and she stood up at once, only to collapse in a heap. Her legs hurt a lot. Spike looked down at her and smiled slightly. He reached down and gently picked her up until she shakily stood up. He helped her walk into another room and she gently sat down on the bed.
"When you can finally stand up, there's a bathroom in there you can freshen up in and then you can get some sleep. You look like you need it."
With that he turned to walk out of the room.
"Hey, Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"You and Willow…"
"She's helpin' us out, Pet, that's all. Over the years I've just learnt how to control her, that's all."
"So you mean…"
"She's shit scared of me."
Dawn giggled but Spike's face remained serious. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Then he walked out of the room.
Dawn heard a door open and slam shut. She sighed and fell back on the bed.
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The creature paced back and forth with a swish of material. A long black skirt trailed down from a deep blue corset over subtle curves. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders in straight lines, and several strands of electric blue stood out. A few wisps occasionally fell into her eyes, only to be brushed back straight away.
"I can't believe he got to her first. That…that fucking vampire. Again! Gods! He is gonna pay."
She blinked, revealing perfectly painted eyeshaddow, deep blue in colour, sweeping across her eyelid. Her dark eyes stood out due to the line of silver eyeliner and white mascara. Deep crimson lips finished her makeup with perfection and she looked every bit as evil as she was. A tattoo ran down one side of her face. Sweeping arcs and sharp points trailed their way from her hairline and framed her eyes.
She rubbed her temples with elegant fingers. Each nail painted black and manicured to perfection. Her eyes narrowed and she began to rub her pendant again. She grinned evilly to herself and swept out of the room.
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1 TBC…
Please read and review!!
And just to get things straight, this is a Dawn/Spike fic, but I just wanted to stir everything up a bit.
*Evil laugh *
Thanx to everyone who has reviewed so far. I love feedback!
I'll update soon.
Trixta
-x-
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 looked up wearily as she heard the bolt slide back heavily on the door. She had been waiting for the past five hours and the sun was just beginning to rise. The door opened slowly and Dawn looked up expectantly, waiting for Spike to enter the room. She smiled weakly as he did, but there was someone else with him. He paid no attention to Dawn and went to sit on the table, as into the room came
"Willow!"
"Dawn!"
Willow began to walk over to Dawn, a beaming smile on her face. She was stopped by two cold hands tightly grasping her arms and pulling her gently backwards.
"No you don't, Pet. I don't need you two conspirin' against me."
He shifted backwards on the table so that there was enough room for Willow to sit between his legs. He motioned for her to sit on the table and she grudgingly obeyed. He slipped his arms around her waist and gently pulled her against his chest.
"Relax, Pet." He whispered softly into her ear. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
Dawn felt embarrassed by the pangs of jealousy that were running through her. She couldn't help it though, and looked at the floor to avoid seeing Spike with Willow in his arms, no matter how uncomfortable she looked. Spike noticed this and felt guilty but he knew that as long as he continued to stroke Willow's waist, she would eventually calm down and she would be less hassle. He could hear her heartbeat speeding up and fear was radiating off her. He grinned to himself.
"OK. Here's the thing. Dawn, you're being hunted down. Again. A demon is after you, and me for that matter. Now this isn't any old demon. We're talking the real deal. Anyway, she was kinda close to that Glory bitch. Now she's come back to finish what that fucking Goddess started."
Willow had calmed down considerably. Her eyes were half closed and she was beginning to fall asleep against Spike's chest. They had walking for two hours down dark, smelly corridors to get here and she was aching all over.
"Why am I here then?" She asked drowsily.
Spike tightened his grip around her waist and shifted his position slightly, as the table wasn't particularly comfortable.
"Well, you see Luv, I need a little help. A little magic would definitely come in handy."
Willow nodded gently, half asleep.
"Yeah, but why don't you just do it yourself?"
"Because, Pet, the spell I have in mind requires immense power. Power that I can't create on my own."
"Oh…rite…ok…"
She trailed off and gently fell asleep, her head nuzzled into Spike's shoulder, her fingers loosely curled around his arm. Spike looked up at Dawn.
"You ok, Nibblet? You haven't said much."
Her eyes met his and she quickly looked away again, a hurt look on her face.
"It's- it's just a lot to take in that's all. I mean, to have Glory back again…"
"Glory's not back. It's just one of her friends come to have revenge."
"That's supposed to make me feel better?"
"No, that's supposed to let you know what's happening. But most importantly, no one else can get involved. I don't want any of those bloody scoobies getting' involved. Ya hear?"
Dawn nodded.
"Hey, Spike, you think you can let me out of this chair?"
Spike sighed.
"Yeah, sure, hang on."
Spike gently took the red haired girl by the waist and slid her forward until her feet were on the floor. She stirred suddenly and grasped Spike's arm tightly.
"Tara?…where are you?…"
Spike growled slightly and lifted her into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and smiled in her sleep. He roughly kicked open the stone door. Behind this door was another small room, with several doors around the walls. He walked open to one and struggled to open it without dropping the sleeping girl.
Inside the room was a large bed, covered with a crimson bedspread which was decorated with a delicate gold border. He carefully laid her on it and turned to leave.
"SPIKE! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
He turned back to Willow's sleeping form. Her eyes were tightly scrunched shut and her hands were bunched tightly into fists. A small moan was emitted from her mouth. She was having a nightmare. Spike watched her toss and turn, her fiery hair going everywhere. After a while she began to calm down and her face started to relax. Spike turned and walked out of the room.
Dawn looked up as Spike re-entered the room. He reached into his pocket and brought out a large sliver key. Soon Dawn was free and she stood up at once, only to collapse in a heap. Her legs hurt a lot. Spike looked down at her and smiled slightly. He reached down and gently picked her up until she shakily stood up. He helped her walk into another room and she gently sat down on the bed.
"When you can finally stand up, there's a bathroom in there you can freshen up in and then you can get some sleep. You look like you need it."
With that he turned to walk out of the room.
"Hey, Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"You and Willow…"
"She's helpin' us out, Pet, that's all. Over the years I've just learnt how to control her, that's all."
"So you mean…"
"She's shit scared of me."
Dawn giggled but Spike's face remained serious. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Then he walked out of the room.
Dawn heard a door open and slam shut. She sighed and fell back on the bed.
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The creature paced back and forth with a swish of material. A long black skirt trailed down from a deep blue corset over subtle curves. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders in straight lines, and several strands of electric blue stood out. A few wisps occasionally fell into her eyes, only to be brushed back straight away.
"I can't believe he got to her first. That…that fucking vampire. Again! Gods! He is gonna pay."
She blinked, revealing perfectly painted eyeshaddow, deep blue in colour, sweeping across her eyelid. Her dark eyes stood out due to the line of silver eyeliner and white mascara. Deep crimson lips finished her makeup with perfection and she looked every bit as evil as she was. A tattoo ran down one side of her face. Sweeping arcs and sharp points trailed their way from her hairline and framed her eyes.
She rubbed her temples with elegant fingers. Each nail painted black and manicured to perfection. Her eyes narrowed and she began to rub her pendant again. She grinned evilly to herself and swept out of the room.
~~~~~~~~
1 TBC…
Please read and review!!
And just to get things straight, this is a Dawn/Spike fic, but I just wanted to stir everything up a bit.
*Evil laugh *
Thanx to everyone who has reviewed so far. I love feedback!
I'll update soon.
Trixta
-x-