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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The next few days were a blur for Dawn. She had spent them led in a hospital bed, listening to the rain sunning down the window next to her. They had wanted to keep her in for a few days, as she had lost a lot of blood, despite there being no visible cuts on her skin. She kept replaying the previous week in her mind. She couldn't quite believe that her friends were gone or quite HOW they had gone.
It was while she was lying in this bed, in between the patters of rain, that she began to hear the voices. A sort of giggling, whispering noise. They faded in and out of earshot and Dawn decided that she must have been finally going mad. She had lost her sister and her two best friends, and now she was just loosing it. But the voices got louder and she could have sworn that she heard a slight British lilt to one of the voices. She closed her eyes and tried her best to block out the memories of Spike and Willow in her mind. The more she tried to forget, however, the more she found herself thinking about them, and how they had given their lives for hers.
She remembered every feature of Spike - the scar on his left eyebrow, the exact tone of his voice, his smell. It was his smell that she remembered most distinctly. That musky, smoky smell that always reminded her that someone was looking out for her. If squeezed her eyes shut tight enough she could almost smell him now.
The voices, like whispers on the wind, were getting louder. Dawn buried her face in her pillow trying to block them out. In doing this she missed a most fantastic light show. Particles of dust, shining bright white and red, began to swirl and form patterns in the air. Like magnets they were being drawn together to form bigger particles until there was one glowing mass hovering over the chair next to Dawn's bed.
Dawn scrunched her eyes shut tighter and began to sob into her pillow. The voices were giggling and she heard one voice whisper in a barely audible voice, "I love you…" The other voices, sounding like little pixies giggles once more and they began to fade. Just before they faded altogether Dawn heard a small voice giggle and whisper, "William the Bloody has learned to love…" There was more giggling and the voices disappeared completely.
If Dawn concentrated she could still smell the smoke… But she really could smell it. Slowly she turned her face away from the pillow and gently opened her eyes. Sitting on the chair next to her bed was a tall man with bleached blonde hair, wearing a long black leather duster and holding a cigarette in one hand. In the other hand dangled a chain with a pentacle pendant hanging from it. He smiled at her, accenting his chiselled cheekbones and made her melt and her heart warm with just two simple words.
"'Ello Pet."
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The end!!! Finally. And yes, Dawn and Spike lived happily ever after…
PLS PLS PLS READ AND REVIEW.
I made it a happier ending for y'all. Hope you like it.
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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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The next few days were a blur for Dawn. She had spent them led in a hospital bed, listening to the rain sunning down the window next to her. They had wanted to keep her in for a few days, as she had lost a lot of blood, despite there being no visible cuts on her skin. She kept replaying the previous week in her mind. She couldn't quite believe that her friends were gone or quite HOW they had gone.
It was while she was lying in this bed, in between the patters of rain, that she began to hear the voices. A sort of giggling, whispering noise. They faded in and out of earshot and Dawn decided that she must have been finally going mad. She had lost her sister and her two best friends, and now she was just loosing it. But the voices got louder and she could have sworn that she heard a slight British lilt to one of the voices. She closed her eyes and tried her best to block out the memories of Spike and Willow in her mind. The more she tried to forget, however, the more she found herself thinking about them, and how they had given their lives for hers.
She remembered every feature of Spike - the scar on his left eyebrow, the exact tone of his voice, his smell. It was his smell that she remembered most distinctly. That musky, smoky smell that always reminded her that someone was looking out for her. If squeezed her eyes shut tight enough she could almost smell him now.
The voices, like whispers on the wind, were getting louder. Dawn buried her face in her pillow trying to block them out. In doing this she missed a most fantastic light show. Particles of dust, shining bright white and red, began to swirl and form patterns in the air. Like magnets they were being drawn together to form bigger particles until there was one glowing mass hovering over the chair next to Dawn's bed.
Dawn scrunched her eyes shut tighter and began to sob into her pillow. The voices were giggling and she heard one voice whisper in a barely audible voice, "I love you…" The other voices, sounding like little pixies giggles once more and they began to fade. Just before they faded altogether Dawn heard a small voice giggle and whisper, "William the Bloody has learned to love…" There was more giggling and the voices disappeared completely.
If Dawn concentrated she could still smell the smoke… But she really could smell it. Slowly she turned her face away from the pillow and gently opened her eyes. Sitting on the chair next to her bed was a tall man with bleached blonde hair, wearing a long black leather duster and holding a cigarette in one hand. In the other hand dangled a chain with a pentacle pendant hanging from it. He smiled at her, accenting his chiselled cheekbones and made her melt and her heart warm with just two simple words.
"'Ello Pet."
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The end!!! Finally. And yes, Dawn and Spike lived happily ever after…
PLS PLS PLS READ AND REVIEW.
I made it a happier ending for y'all. Hope you like it.
(
Trixta
-x-