Title: Twilight Part 2/?
Author: Emily
Rating: PG 13
Category: Dawn/Spike
Summary: Alternate universe 'cause aren't they fun?…Buffy and Dawn have been kidnapped by a Beast also known as Glory…Spike's in love with Dawn… bla bla bla. Just read it okay? :)
Spoilers: The Key part of season five I guess. This is an AU fic so most of isn't related to the current storylines etc.
Disclaimer: Like I want credit for killing Tara? Nope, that's courtesy of Joss and his minions. I'd hate Steve DeKnight if he didn't write so damn well. The story and alternate universe is all my imagination etc but characters (who I'm not killing off – not yet anyway *evil grin*) are property of Joss.
Distribution: Lil' Nibblin, LNABB, Spike/Dawn lists, fanfiction.net, SU, anywhere else that wants it sure just ask.
Feedback: Please yes :) I want to know what you guys think of this and if you'd like to read more.
~Twilight~
*Part 2*
My name is Dawn.
Oh I suppose you could call me the Key, Universe Destroyer, things like that but I prefer Dawn. Not that it's been my name for long, four years, maybe more? I didn't count the days back then, there was nothing to worry about. Why on earth would I count them? Life was just something that everyone had, including me. I guess you take living for granted until you realise you're going to be "bled" as they so charmingly put it and open all dimensions and cause the end of the world.
Dying should seem like such a little thing compared to ending the world but it's not. In a way it's so much bigger. I'm sure it's unbelievably self centred to think about it and not care that the world's going to end because you're going to *die*. I try to imagine what it would be like - the world ending, and it all comes round to me dying. Selfish huh?
I'd be lying to say I wasn't worried, that I wasn't scared, that I don't think about it all the time. It's only natural, right? And sometimes I can't sleep at night because I'm so freaking scared. I bury my face in the pillow, glance across at Buffy sleeping peacefully, for once looking calm and content and I can't wake her. I can't tell her how scared I am, bawl my eyes out, all the things I want to do. She couldn't deal, she's having a hard enough time dealing already. I think it helps her that I act so calm so I keep up the pretence.
She doesn't know that I spent hours trying to find a way out of here when we were first taken here. There's a lot of things I don't tell her and I miss the way things used to be between us. Lately, ever since we got here, there's been this distance. I just hope she doesn't think it's because she didn't save me. I would never blame her for that.
She doesn't know about the man who's not quite a man that I see here all the time. When I say not quite a man I mean he must be a vampire or something. A human couldn't move with that much grace, or be so *beautiful*. Plus I only see him at night. I'm surprised Buffy hasn't noticed him, having Slayer sense and all but maybe she's a little preoccupied. I'm glad of any distraction and…this is more than distraction.
I feel like I *know* him, understand him. Yeah I know, crazy much but I really do. He's tall with penetrating blue eyes that I couldn't *not* notice when he was watching us, blond hair that spikes and perfect cheekbones. He was there tonight when Buffy and me were walking and I felt him watching us again. Back home, before all this, it was Buffy that got all the attention from men. Yet even though the logical thing is for him to be looking at her I know he's looking at me. Like I said it's crazy. I just wish I knew his name.
Ha, of all the things I could wish for. To be rescued. To get out of here before the Alignment. To escape. Mostly to not die. But no, I want to know his *name*. The fact that he's a vampire, that hey he could be working for her, that he could be evil doesn't even matter. Besides, vampires, demons - the regular kind of evil doesn't seem so bad anymore.
I glance across the room and Buffy's looking serene, her hands clinging to the bed sheets. It's the only time she ever looks remotely happy, when she sleeps, and I hate that I resent that. Of course she's not happy here, but I wish she'd pretend too, act like things are okay. I don't think I can keep it up much longer. I pull open the window, I can't breathe suddenly. Buffy stirs in her bed a little and I silently open the door and slip out.
The Beast who told me her name was Glory - as if I care, and calling her Glory like she's human? I don't think so. Anyway she doesn't care where we go or what we do, she knows there's no way of getting out of here. Sometimes I wish she'd put us somewhere ugly, or cold, or hostile cause that would make this better. Here it's beautiful and peaceful and so ironic considering things.
It occurred to me a couple of days ago that there was a way out of here. Not a way I would ever take but a way. I couldn't do it, you see - I want to *live*. And even though I know it's going to end I'd never end things myself. Truth be told a part of me still thinks things are going to work out okay, that somehow it won't happen. I'll be rescued and live happily ever after. I let out a bitter laugh in the cool night air but my hope doesn't fade.
I couldn't kill myself just to spite Glory, or even to save the *world*. I couldn't do it. Ever since I figured out that in a sense there was a way out I've been considering it and I really couldn't. Not even if I had to. I don't want to die and that's how simple it is. Maybe I am selfish. If I'm gonna die I may as well bring the whole damn world down with me. That's the effect this place has on me, it's *suffocating*. Makes me think things like why the hell shouldn't everyone else die. I breathe in the air as if to cleanse these thoughts from my body and then I feel him.
I start to walk the few metres towards the forest where I know he is – I don't know how I know, it's all crazy – and then I stop and my eyes meet his directly. For the second time.
His eyes drift across my skin taking me in almost hungrily and I study him just as unashamedly. I can see him properly now, the faint breeze ruffling his hair and I blink for a second, surprised at the sheer perfection of his body, the half smile on his lips, all of him. He turns towards the depths of the trees and I'm not surprised by that.
" Don't go"
I'm hardly aware I said it, I didn't plan on saying it, I don't remember even thinking it, but the words slipped suddenly out of my mouth and I can't swallow them back. My tongue flicks out unwillingly to lick my lips, instincts I've never felt before tumbling through my body.
And then he turns around.
Author: Emily
Rating: PG 13
Category: Dawn/Spike
Summary: Alternate universe 'cause aren't they fun?…Buffy and Dawn have been kidnapped by a Beast also known as Glory…Spike's in love with Dawn… bla bla bla. Just read it okay? :)
Spoilers: The Key part of season five I guess. This is an AU fic so most of isn't related to the current storylines etc.
Disclaimer: Like I want credit for killing Tara? Nope, that's courtesy of Joss and his minions. I'd hate Steve DeKnight if he didn't write so damn well. The story and alternate universe is all my imagination etc but characters (who I'm not killing off – not yet anyway *evil grin*) are property of Joss.
Distribution: Lil' Nibblin, LNABB, Spike/Dawn lists, fanfiction.net, SU, anywhere else that wants it sure just ask.
Feedback: Please yes :) I want to know what you guys think of this and if you'd like to read more.
~Twilight~
*Part 2*
My name is Dawn.
Oh I suppose you could call me the Key, Universe Destroyer, things like that but I prefer Dawn. Not that it's been my name for long, four years, maybe more? I didn't count the days back then, there was nothing to worry about. Why on earth would I count them? Life was just something that everyone had, including me. I guess you take living for granted until you realise you're going to be "bled" as they so charmingly put it and open all dimensions and cause the end of the world.
Dying should seem like such a little thing compared to ending the world but it's not. In a way it's so much bigger. I'm sure it's unbelievably self centred to think about it and not care that the world's going to end because you're going to *die*. I try to imagine what it would be like - the world ending, and it all comes round to me dying. Selfish huh?
I'd be lying to say I wasn't worried, that I wasn't scared, that I don't think about it all the time. It's only natural, right? And sometimes I can't sleep at night because I'm so freaking scared. I bury my face in the pillow, glance across at Buffy sleeping peacefully, for once looking calm and content and I can't wake her. I can't tell her how scared I am, bawl my eyes out, all the things I want to do. She couldn't deal, she's having a hard enough time dealing already. I think it helps her that I act so calm so I keep up the pretence.
She doesn't know that I spent hours trying to find a way out of here when we were first taken here. There's a lot of things I don't tell her and I miss the way things used to be between us. Lately, ever since we got here, there's been this distance. I just hope she doesn't think it's because she didn't save me. I would never blame her for that.
She doesn't know about the man who's not quite a man that I see here all the time. When I say not quite a man I mean he must be a vampire or something. A human couldn't move with that much grace, or be so *beautiful*. Plus I only see him at night. I'm surprised Buffy hasn't noticed him, having Slayer sense and all but maybe she's a little preoccupied. I'm glad of any distraction and…this is more than distraction.
I feel like I *know* him, understand him. Yeah I know, crazy much but I really do. He's tall with penetrating blue eyes that I couldn't *not* notice when he was watching us, blond hair that spikes and perfect cheekbones. He was there tonight when Buffy and me were walking and I felt him watching us again. Back home, before all this, it was Buffy that got all the attention from men. Yet even though the logical thing is for him to be looking at her I know he's looking at me. Like I said it's crazy. I just wish I knew his name.
Ha, of all the things I could wish for. To be rescued. To get out of here before the Alignment. To escape. Mostly to not die. But no, I want to know his *name*. The fact that he's a vampire, that hey he could be working for her, that he could be evil doesn't even matter. Besides, vampires, demons - the regular kind of evil doesn't seem so bad anymore.
I glance across the room and Buffy's looking serene, her hands clinging to the bed sheets. It's the only time she ever looks remotely happy, when she sleeps, and I hate that I resent that. Of course she's not happy here, but I wish she'd pretend too, act like things are okay. I don't think I can keep it up much longer. I pull open the window, I can't breathe suddenly. Buffy stirs in her bed a little and I silently open the door and slip out.
The Beast who told me her name was Glory - as if I care, and calling her Glory like she's human? I don't think so. Anyway she doesn't care where we go or what we do, she knows there's no way of getting out of here. Sometimes I wish she'd put us somewhere ugly, or cold, or hostile cause that would make this better. Here it's beautiful and peaceful and so ironic considering things.
It occurred to me a couple of days ago that there was a way out of here. Not a way I would ever take but a way. I couldn't do it, you see - I want to *live*. And even though I know it's going to end I'd never end things myself. Truth be told a part of me still thinks things are going to work out okay, that somehow it won't happen. I'll be rescued and live happily ever after. I let out a bitter laugh in the cool night air but my hope doesn't fade.
I couldn't kill myself just to spite Glory, or even to save the *world*. I couldn't do it. Ever since I figured out that in a sense there was a way out I've been considering it and I really couldn't. Not even if I had to. I don't want to die and that's how simple it is. Maybe I am selfish. If I'm gonna die I may as well bring the whole damn world down with me. That's the effect this place has on me, it's *suffocating*. Makes me think things like why the hell shouldn't everyone else die. I breathe in the air as if to cleanse these thoughts from my body and then I feel him.
I start to walk the few metres towards the forest where I know he is – I don't know how I know, it's all crazy – and then I stop and my eyes meet his directly. For the second time.
His eyes drift across my skin taking me in almost hungrily and I study him just as unashamedly. I can see him properly now, the faint breeze ruffling his hair and I blink for a second, surprised at the sheer perfection of his body, the half smile on his lips, all of him. He turns towards the depths of the trees and I'm not surprised by that.
" Don't go"
I'm hardly aware I said it, I didn't plan on saying it, I don't remember even thinking it, but the words slipped suddenly out of my mouth and I can't swallow them back. My tongue flicks out unwillingly to lick my lips, instincts I've never felt before tumbling through my body.
And then he turns around.