Dawn plunged her stake into the vampire on her right; she turned swiftly
and staked his companion on her left.
"See," she told herself. "I'm good."
She continued her warpath through the cemetery, taking out her frustration and anger on every unsuspecting vampire she could find. She was pissed, and by the end of the night, she wanted the whole underworld to know it.
She came across a nest in a crypt not far from Spike's. She barged in, totally forgetting the meaning of the word precaution. She wanted to kick ass, and so she would.
"Slayer!" One of the bigger vamps called out threateningly.
"The one and only... well, not quite. But I didn't come for small talk," she told him. She ran at him and before he knew it a stake was plunged into his chest. The other three vampires attacked after seeing what Dawn assumed was they're leader be killed.
She pulled out her crossbow that hung on her back and shot the arrow through one of the vamps heart. She smiled wickedly, enjoying this more than maybe she should.
"Two down."
The others continued to charge the young slayer, but she was too quick. She grabbed a large knife from a table in the crypt and ran to one of the vamps. He swung clumsily at her and she cut off his head without effort. The last vampire looked at her with seething hatred.
"You think you can take me?" He asked warningly, daring her to attack.
"Well, if you're as big of a loser as your friends, then yeah, I think I can try." She charged him and he attacked back with equal force. She held out her arm so that he ran right into it and fell onto his back. She turned around and straddled his stomach.
"You" punch "stupid" punch "son of a BITCH!" She yelled at him. She hit him continuously and yelled at him until his face was nothing more than cuts and bruises. She stopped for a moment, giving him a chance to spit out the teeth that she had knocked from his mouth. Once he did, he looked back up at her expectantly, begging her to just finish him with his eyes. She complied and put him out of his misery.
Dawn got up and felt the burning at the back of her throat. The tears began to well up in her eyes.
'No!' She told herself silently. 'No more crying, not over him.'
She proceeded to walk to the door and before she knew it, she was standing outside Spike's door. She put her hand up to the door hesitantly and pushed it open. The TV was on, but she knew that it wasn't Spike who was home.
"Hello Clem."
The demon turned where he sat in Spike's chair. "Oh! Hey Dawn! I uh, I wasn't expecting company. But uh- please sit down," he told her, standing politely.
"That's okay."
Clem looked around uncomfortably. "Is there something you want?"
Dawn rubber her arms. "I kind of came here to cry but I should have known that you would be here."
"Oh, um, sorry."
Dawn merely laughed. She wasn't sure what to say. She had always liked Clem, but they weren't exactly friends.
"I'd better go."
"You don't have, it's okay... really! We could uh, watch some TV or something."
"NO really, I should probably go home."
Clem nodded kindly and Dawn walked back toward the door.
"He'll be back you know," Clem told the Slayer in an attempt to comfort. "He'll be okay."
Dawn turned around, her hand still placed firmly on the door. She smiled warmly. "Thanks."
"See," she told herself. "I'm good."
She continued her warpath through the cemetery, taking out her frustration and anger on every unsuspecting vampire she could find. She was pissed, and by the end of the night, she wanted the whole underworld to know it.
She came across a nest in a crypt not far from Spike's. She barged in, totally forgetting the meaning of the word precaution. She wanted to kick ass, and so she would.
"Slayer!" One of the bigger vamps called out threateningly.
"The one and only... well, not quite. But I didn't come for small talk," she told him. She ran at him and before he knew it a stake was plunged into his chest. The other three vampires attacked after seeing what Dawn assumed was they're leader be killed.
She pulled out her crossbow that hung on her back and shot the arrow through one of the vamps heart. She smiled wickedly, enjoying this more than maybe she should.
"Two down."
The others continued to charge the young slayer, but she was too quick. She grabbed a large knife from a table in the crypt and ran to one of the vamps. He swung clumsily at her and she cut off his head without effort. The last vampire looked at her with seething hatred.
"You think you can take me?" He asked warningly, daring her to attack.
"Well, if you're as big of a loser as your friends, then yeah, I think I can try." She charged him and he attacked back with equal force. She held out her arm so that he ran right into it and fell onto his back. She turned around and straddled his stomach.
"You" punch "stupid" punch "son of a BITCH!" She yelled at him. She hit him continuously and yelled at him until his face was nothing more than cuts and bruises. She stopped for a moment, giving him a chance to spit out the teeth that she had knocked from his mouth. Once he did, he looked back up at her expectantly, begging her to just finish him with his eyes. She complied and put him out of his misery.
Dawn got up and felt the burning at the back of her throat. The tears began to well up in her eyes.
'No!' She told herself silently. 'No more crying, not over him.'
She proceeded to walk to the door and before she knew it, she was standing outside Spike's door. She put her hand up to the door hesitantly and pushed it open. The TV was on, but she knew that it wasn't Spike who was home.
"Hello Clem."
The demon turned where he sat in Spike's chair. "Oh! Hey Dawn! I uh, I wasn't expecting company. But uh- please sit down," he told her, standing politely.
"That's okay."
Clem looked around uncomfortably. "Is there something you want?"
Dawn rubber her arms. "I kind of came here to cry but I should have known that you would be here."
"Oh, um, sorry."
Dawn merely laughed. She wasn't sure what to say. She had always liked Clem, but they weren't exactly friends.
"I'd better go."
"You don't have, it's okay... really! We could uh, watch some TV or something."
"NO really, I should probably go home."
Clem nodded kindly and Dawn walked back toward the door.
"He'll be back you know," Clem told the Slayer in an attempt to comfort. "He'll be okay."
Dawn turned around, her hand still placed firmly on the door. She smiled warmly. "Thanks."
