"Anger."
Part eighteen of the "What
Am I?" series.
Rating: R. for the entire
series.
Spoilers: I don't have the
time or the energy to go through and state exactly what spoilers are contained
in my fics just assume that anything that has aired in the US is fair game.
Disclaimers: Joss owns everything
fun. I only borrow it for a while.
Feedback: Let me know what
you think. (ladyduvessa19@icqmail.com)
After Xander left the Bronze security threw Spike out. Said he was too rowdy for their likings. He didn't think he was that bad. He could still remember the reason why he had started drinking and in his book that meant he hadn't gotten drunk enough. But it didn't matter he was going to fix it. He was going to take all of his problems and get rid of them. He was going to prove to the world that he was his own man. That he made his own decisions.
As he walked down the street he realized he didn't know where he was going. He couldn't go back to his crypt because Aurora and Drusilla were there. And if he knew them, well actually he didn't really know the Aurora chit but he knew Dru, they were going to be pissed. Not something he wanted to deal with at the moment. He decided to go to downtown Sunnydale. People watch. Maybe find something amusing to do.
Spike passed the Magic Box and noticed the lights were on inside. He wanted to stop. See how everyone was doing. Figure out why they were still there when it was well past closing hours, but then he remembered what happened the last time he was there. Buffy with Angel once again. So he just walked past.
There was a rock on the street and he kicked it. Then he walked up to the rock and kicked it again. And again. And again. Then he kicked it harder than he had before. It lifted off the ground and smashed through a window of a car. The glass shattered and everyone who was out on the streets turned and stared at him. "What?" he yelled and all of the stares left him.
"You know I'm really starting to think that you need anger management classes." A voice said jokingly.
*Oh great.* he thought right before speaking. "Nibblet just go home." His tone was stern and annoyed.
"What's wrong with you?" Dawn asked.
"JUST GO HOME!" he screamed.
"Are you drunk?" she asked.
"Not nearly enough." He replied.
"Why don't you come home with me? You're going to get yourself into trouble with the cops or something if you continue this drunken rampage. Besides Buffy's probably wondering where I am and she'd be glad to know you walked me home since it's dark and all."
"Your sister wouldn't be glad about anything I do." He said.
"Completely not true. She told me once that she was really grateful that you helped look after me when she was gone. Spike she trusts you. She needs you." Dawn said.
"No she doesn't. And it doesn't make any difference. She could fall off the planet as far as I'm concerned."
"That is the biggest load of crap I've ever heard. Your whole existence revolves around my sister. And I thought you guys were finally kinda a couple." She sat down on a bench and for some reason Spike sat beside her.
"We'll never be a couple. And where did you get that idea?" he asked.
"Well she's always gone and really touchy about talking about where she's been. And then if any of us bring up you she kinda turns all red and looks guilty. I guess I just kind of figured you guys were having sex." Dawn said coolly.
"Even if it were true, and I'm not saying that it is, we could never be a couple." He said getting more aggravated by there conversation. He wanted to forget Buffy. He didn't want to be sitting here talking to her little sister, but for some reason he couldn't leave.
"Sure you could. She's dated way stranger people than you. Before we moved to Sunnydale there was this guy in a band. Complete weirdo. I mean he had things pierced that I didn't even think were possible to pierce. He didn't treat her very good either. At least I know you would treat her good."
"It doesn't matter how good I could treat her." He said.
"Why? Does this have anything to do with you being a vampire? Because, please. She was already with Angel. And he was way stranger than you too. All tall and brooding. Did I ever tell you he kind of gave me the wiggins?"
"SHUT UP DAWN!" Spike yelled. He couldn't listen to her anymore.
"What?? I'm just giving facts. It's not as if you didn't know about Angel already." She stated.
"Come on we're going to go." Spike said standing from the bench and grabbing Dawn's arm pulling her to her feet. As he continued to walk she started to protest.
"Hey stop it. You're hurting my arm." He knew he was hurting her, because he was getting a little headache. Nothing major. Just a little one to let him know he was doing something wrong, but he ignored it. He was going to wait, but he couldn't. He needed to do this now. He walked pulling Dawn behind him all the way to his crypt. When he opened the door he threw her inside. As she hit the ground he felt sorry, but only for a moment. He couldn't let them get to him anymore. He couldn't be ruled by all these women. He picked Dawn up off the ground placed her in a chair and tied her to it. "Why are you doing this?" She asked almost sobbing.
"Because I have to."
"No you don't. Untie me. Please. I won't mention Angel again I promise." She pleaded.
He pulled a syringe filled
with enough drugs to keep Dawn sleeping for a couple of hours. As he stuck
the needle into her arm he said "It's not always about Angel, Nibblet."
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