Disclaimer: I own nothing; all the characters come from the great and
wondrous mind of Joss Whedon.
A/n: Tara isn't dead(~sigh~ if only it were so) Takes place about a year after Entropy in terms of the Spike/Buffy relationship, but Anya and Xander go through with the wedding so obviously Spike and Anya never slept together(bare with me guys) Also, Connor was never stolen from Angel and the Holtz situation was taken care of
SEQUAL TO ~DAWN, THE VAMPIRE SLAYER~
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Buffy dodged to the left. The opponent she faced was a fair one, equal to her in strength and speed. One thing that this particular opponent did not have was Buffy's experience. But time was also a handicap for Buffy, for one thing that her opponent had, was her youth.
Buffy did a back hand spring to escape from the clutches of her adversary. As she stood she threw up her fists to block another punch and quickly tripped her foe onto her back.
"Ow!" Dawn exclaimed as she fell backward onto the blue mat.
"Oh! Sorry," Buffy said as she helped Dawn up from off the floor.
"Excellent, both of you! All of our training is obviously paying off," Giles chimed in as he walked over from the corner he had been observing from, a huge smile across his face.
The girls nodded in unison as they walked out of the training room in the back of the Magic Box, their watcher taking up the rear.
"So, who's patrolling tonight?" Giles asked.
"Me," Dawn replied excitedly. There was nothing she loved more than killing things, in a good way.
"Do you want someone to go with you? I could if you'd like," Buffy suggested.
"S'okay. Spike's coming with me."
"Spike?" Buffy inquired. Dawn noticed that she got that googly eyed look on her face again and she rolled her eyes. It had been over a year since their little affair that no one but Buffy, Spike and Dawn knew about. As a matter of fact, Buffy didn't even know that Dawn knew. Dawn walked behind the counter where she kept a bottle of water; Buffy followed her briskly.
"Ah, Dawn? Could I ask you something?"
"You just did," Dawn said as she put the bottle to her lips.
"Whatever. I just wanna know, do you still have a crush on Spike?"
Dawn nearly choked. "What? Ew, no! I mean, yeah, I get that he's drop- dead gorgeous, no pun intended, but no. He's like a brother to me. I mean, all my friends have crushes on him though. Why? You jealous?"
"Jealous? Of what?"
"I mean, I could go out with him according to your dating rules."
"WHAT? You may not go out with him? He's way too old."
"Excuse me? Last time I checked you were my age when you went out with Angel and he's like, twice as old as Spike and Buffy, breathe. I'm just kidding."
Buffy relaxed and let out a sigh. "Why do you do this to me?"
Dawn smiled. "I live to drive you crazy."
"Was I like this with mom?"
"Oh yeah."
"Oh my god," Buffy sighed again and she put her face down in her hands. She looked up at her sister who had a devious grin on her face, one that very much reminded her of the one Spike has. Maybe Dawn was just spending too much time with him, but maybe that was okay. Spike absolutely adored Dawn, and Dawn really benefited from having someone to talk to that wasn't of the living. It had always helped Buffy when she could talk to Angel, get an insider's opinion.
"So Dawn, you got the slayage covered for tonight?" Buffy asked.
"Definitely. I'm supposed to meet Spike at sunset."
"Okay. Is your homework done?"
"Buffy, I took my last final two days ago," Dawn told her sister, annoyance on her face.
"Oh."
"I got to go, bye Buffy, Anya, Giles. I'll see you at home."
"Bye Dawn," Giles called, as Buffy and Anya both waved to the Slayer.
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Dawn moved quickly through the headstones to where she knew she would meet her partner. Her heightened senses caused her to flinch at every snap of a twig or crunch of leaves. She had learned however, to determine between a vampire and a stray cat. Still, she kept aware of her surroundings.
She continued to walk until she felt a presence from behind her. A guttural voice spoke to her.
"Slayer."
She whipped around and threw a fist at the jaw of the potential attacker. Her hand was caught however, by the glowing face of the familiar vampire.
"Spike!" She shouted with annoyance.
"Oh, come now, Bitty Slayer," he laughed teasingly.
"Yeah, be more immature."
"Someone's in a temper tonight, what's wrong?" He asked as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Nothing, you just startled me."
"Sorry Platelet, just having a little fun is all," Spike put on a pout that causes a smile to break on Dawn's face.
"Whatever. Just, for someone who is one hundred and twenty years old, you really need to grow up."
Dawn smiled again as Spike ruffled her hair and they began to walk through the graveyard. It appeared to be a quiet night, which made Spike feel kind of antsy. Vampire, human or other, he always had a great appreciation for violence.
Suddenly, from behind the Lexington Crypt, two grimy looking vampires jumped out at Dawn, grabbing her arms. Without thinking, Spike ran to where she was being held and knocked the vampire form her left arm giving Dawn the opportunity to punch the other vamp that was on her right. They fought for a few minutes, almost to a beat. It came to a point where Dawn and Spike stood back to back in fighting stance, ready for the next pounce. Dawn turned quickly and kicked the vampire she was facing to the ground. She staked him and instinctively threw the stake to Spike who dusted the vampire within seconds of catching it. The action was over and Dawn stood facing Spike and they both let out a tired laugh.
"That was fun," Spike said.
"Oh yeah, gets the blood pumping," Dawn stated, and to this Spike cocked and eyebrow. Dawn just laughed at him.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm good. You?"
"I think I'll be-" but before Spike could finish his response, he felt this energy course through him. It was like the world began to spin faster than it usually did, and yet he was stuck where he stood. The energy was powerful, and warning, and hot.
"Spike?" Dawn asked concerned, noticing his sudden airiness. "Spike?"
But to Spike her voice was fading as his knees gave in to the weight of the rest of the body and he fell to the ground, fearing what he knew he'd have to do.
A/n: Tara isn't dead(~sigh~ if only it were so) Takes place about a year after Entropy in terms of the Spike/Buffy relationship, but Anya and Xander go through with the wedding so obviously Spike and Anya never slept together(bare with me guys) Also, Connor was never stolen from Angel and the Holtz situation was taken care of
SEQUAL TO ~DAWN, THE VAMPIRE SLAYER~
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Buffy dodged to the left. The opponent she faced was a fair one, equal to her in strength and speed. One thing that this particular opponent did not have was Buffy's experience. But time was also a handicap for Buffy, for one thing that her opponent had, was her youth.
Buffy did a back hand spring to escape from the clutches of her adversary. As she stood she threw up her fists to block another punch and quickly tripped her foe onto her back.
"Ow!" Dawn exclaimed as she fell backward onto the blue mat.
"Oh! Sorry," Buffy said as she helped Dawn up from off the floor.
"Excellent, both of you! All of our training is obviously paying off," Giles chimed in as he walked over from the corner he had been observing from, a huge smile across his face.
The girls nodded in unison as they walked out of the training room in the back of the Magic Box, their watcher taking up the rear.
"So, who's patrolling tonight?" Giles asked.
"Me," Dawn replied excitedly. There was nothing she loved more than killing things, in a good way.
"Do you want someone to go with you? I could if you'd like," Buffy suggested.
"S'okay. Spike's coming with me."
"Spike?" Buffy inquired. Dawn noticed that she got that googly eyed look on her face again and she rolled her eyes. It had been over a year since their little affair that no one but Buffy, Spike and Dawn knew about. As a matter of fact, Buffy didn't even know that Dawn knew. Dawn walked behind the counter where she kept a bottle of water; Buffy followed her briskly.
"Ah, Dawn? Could I ask you something?"
"You just did," Dawn said as she put the bottle to her lips.
"Whatever. I just wanna know, do you still have a crush on Spike?"
Dawn nearly choked. "What? Ew, no! I mean, yeah, I get that he's drop- dead gorgeous, no pun intended, but no. He's like a brother to me. I mean, all my friends have crushes on him though. Why? You jealous?"
"Jealous? Of what?"
"I mean, I could go out with him according to your dating rules."
"WHAT? You may not go out with him? He's way too old."
"Excuse me? Last time I checked you were my age when you went out with Angel and he's like, twice as old as Spike and Buffy, breathe. I'm just kidding."
Buffy relaxed and let out a sigh. "Why do you do this to me?"
Dawn smiled. "I live to drive you crazy."
"Was I like this with mom?"
"Oh yeah."
"Oh my god," Buffy sighed again and she put her face down in her hands. She looked up at her sister who had a devious grin on her face, one that very much reminded her of the one Spike has. Maybe Dawn was just spending too much time with him, but maybe that was okay. Spike absolutely adored Dawn, and Dawn really benefited from having someone to talk to that wasn't of the living. It had always helped Buffy when she could talk to Angel, get an insider's opinion.
"So Dawn, you got the slayage covered for tonight?" Buffy asked.
"Definitely. I'm supposed to meet Spike at sunset."
"Okay. Is your homework done?"
"Buffy, I took my last final two days ago," Dawn told her sister, annoyance on her face.
"Oh."
"I got to go, bye Buffy, Anya, Giles. I'll see you at home."
"Bye Dawn," Giles called, as Buffy and Anya both waved to the Slayer.
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Dawn moved quickly through the headstones to where she knew she would meet her partner. Her heightened senses caused her to flinch at every snap of a twig or crunch of leaves. She had learned however, to determine between a vampire and a stray cat. Still, she kept aware of her surroundings.
She continued to walk until she felt a presence from behind her. A guttural voice spoke to her.
"Slayer."
She whipped around and threw a fist at the jaw of the potential attacker. Her hand was caught however, by the glowing face of the familiar vampire.
"Spike!" She shouted with annoyance.
"Oh, come now, Bitty Slayer," he laughed teasingly.
"Yeah, be more immature."
"Someone's in a temper tonight, what's wrong?" He asked as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Nothing, you just startled me."
"Sorry Platelet, just having a little fun is all," Spike put on a pout that causes a smile to break on Dawn's face.
"Whatever. Just, for someone who is one hundred and twenty years old, you really need to grow up."
Dawn smiled again as Spike ruffled her hair and they began to walk through the graveyard. It appeared to be a quiet night, which made Spike feel kind of antsy. Vampire, human or other, he always had a great appreciation for violence.
Suddenly, from behind the Lexington Crypt, two grimy looking vampires jumped out at Dawn, grabbing her arms. Without thinking, Spike ran to where she was being held and knocked the vampire form her left arm giving Dawn the opportunity to punch the other vamp that was on her right. They fought for a few minutes, almost to a beat. It came to a point where Dawn and Spike stood back to back in fighting stance, ready for the next pounce. Dawn turned quickly and kicked the vampire she was facing to the ground. She staked him and instinctively threw the stake to Spike who dusted the vampire within seconds of catching it. The action was over and Dawn stood facing Spike and they both let out a tired laugh.
"That was fun," Spike said.
"Oh yeah, gets the blood pumping," Dawn stated, and to this Spike cocked and eyebrow. Dawn just laughed at him.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm good. You?"
"I think I'll be-" but before Spike could finish his response, he felt this energy course through him. It was like the world began to spin faster than it usually did, and yet he was stuck where he stood. The energy was powerful, and warning, and hot.
"Spike?" Dawn asked concerned, noticing his sudden airiness. "Spike?"
But to Spike her voice was fading as his knees gave in to the weight of the rest of the body and he fell to the ground, fearing what he knew he'd have to do.
