Title: Twilight Part 3/?
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: They're not mine. They belong to Joss who I still adore of course but did he really have to kill Tara? So uh Spike and Dawn, I'd like them if they're for sale, being auctioned, abandoned, turned into Angel v2/Brad/Brat!Dawn and need turning back to normal or whatever though. Actually...I think they're at that stage already, somebody save 'em before I have to do it?
Distribution: Lil' Nibblin, LNABB, Spike/Dawn lists, fanfiction.net, SU, anywhere else that wants it sure just ask.
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Twilight
" If I should die this very moment I wouldn't feel a thing
1 I've never known completeness like this"
~**Part 3**~
" Don't go" Dawn said and looked at me like nobody had ever looked at me in this long existence. Not once. Hell and I'd thought I was in deep earlier. This girl made me *cry*. I can't remember the last time I cried and earlier tonight I just looked at her and the tears started suddenly falling. How was I supposed to walk away when she spoke to me like that? So I turned around and faced her. Now I look up and meet her gaze again.
" I'm Dawn" She says almost nervously. I nearly smile, I know her name better than my own.
" Spike" I introduce myself. She smiles suddenly and my lips can't help but twitch upwards too.
" Spike" Dawn repeats, as though savouring the taste of the word in her mouth.
" How come you're here?" Dawn asks. " You're the only person I've seen apart from those scabby...things."
" I'm not exactly a person" I say, not wanting to mislead her.
" You're a vampire." She says, nodding. " I know."
" And you're the Key." I tell her.
Sadness flashes across her features. " Yeah." Dawn nods again, more serious this time.
" I'm going to get you out of here" I say quickly. Damn, I didn't want to say that. Because what if I can't? Looking at her, I couldn't not say it.
Her eyes widen and something like hope shows. " Really? I mean, can you?" She asks urgently.
" I'm gonna try." I tell her firmly.
" Thank you" She says softly and looks at me. There's a burning kind of intensity in those sweet blue eyes and it's mesmerising.
I shrug. " It's okay." The words come out hoarse and ragged somehow.
Dawn walks closer to me, no caution or fear in her step. Completely trusting. And from here it looks like she doesn't even care that I'm a vampire or any of it. It crosses my mind that maybe she really doesn't, but I dismiss the thought. She's standing in front of me now and my hand reaches out to push her hair behind her shoulder before I can stop myself. It's soft like I thought, almost liquid in my hand and barely scented of raspberries. Dawn doesn't flinch, or seem to mind. Her hand reaches up and lightly touches mine. Then her fingers tangle with mine and I can hear a swift intake of breath from her. There's a sudden tightening in my chest and I feel a strange need for oxygen that I haven't felt in a hundred and thirty years.
" Why?" She asks. " You don't even know me"
How can I answer that? I do know her. Feels like I do. And why?
" Why not? " Is all that I can say.
She looks up at me, something between confusion and longing in her eyes.
" So that's why you've been watching me?"
" Partly" I say honestly. Lying might have been better.
" Partly?" Dawn questions looking up at me and I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than anything. I've been wanting to kiss her since I first saw her. And now she's right in front of me, her hand warm in mine. God, I should have lied. I release my hand from hers immediately missing the warmth and trail it gently up her face, stroking her neck, then her cheek. Again Dawn doesn't mind, she even presses a little closer to me, her hand slipping to the sleeve of my leather jacket. Her eyes meet mine imploringly and I see a brief flicker of fear crossed with yearning. The fear seems to fade. With any other woman I would have already realised but Dawn has an unfamiliar effect on me and it's just at this moment I realise she wants me to kiss her.
So I cup the side of her face with my hand and feel a slight tickle of air from her eyelashes as eyelids close down on her eyes. She looks even more innocent here in the cool night air with long dark hair fallen around her face, and eyes closed softly, a faint colour in her cheeks and I'm reminded of my long life and lack of innocence. Here in this forest in this moment it seems that it can be easily recovered. I trace the shape of her lips and then I'm bending my head to hers, pressing my lips lightly against hers.
Dawn's lips press back and her hand on my jacket clings to it as I kiss her harder. She responds with equal hunger and I close my eyes. I flick my tongue between her lips and her mouth opens, a little moan escaping her. I explore her mouth and suckle her lips, lost in the texture of her. Other women, hundreds in my existence, I always compared kissing them to fighting, playing a game. Now I realise it's not like fighting. It's *dancing*. Dawn's right hand wraps around my neck and soft warm fingers stroke the down at the back of my neck.
I could dance forever.
But there's the sound of a warning, echoing in my head and I release Dawn, reluctantly sliding my lips away from hers.
" What is it?" Dawn asks, her breath coming quickly and her face flushed.
I frown, look around and try to ascertain what it was that stopped me. Her hands slip from my jacket and neck and it's cold without her.
" There's some of those scabby things around here." I conclude from the sounds.
" You'd better get back to that house, love" I tell Dawn.
She nods. " Okay"
" I'll find you again" I say. If Tara helps me or if I find another way to get her out then I'll find her and talk to her again. Not just so I can kiss her again, I tell myself.
I step out of the forest with her and Dawn shakes her head.
" If Glory's minions are about then you don't want them to see you." She explains and I suppose she's right. They won't hurt her. Not a creature here would. But if Dawn *was* hurt or... something then she wouldn't be bled. Worlds wouldn't end. The thought crosses my mind for a millisecond and is as cold as the steel of a knife cutting through pale white flesh. I dismiss it, disturbed and disgusted.
I reach out and touch her cheek lightly before she turns to leave and Dawn smiles at me and I can hear the smallest sigh. Then she's gone, darkness enveloping her and I stare a while at the blackness, even my vampire eyes unable to make out a shape.
***
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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: They're not mine. They belong to Joss who I still adore of course but did he really have to kill Tara? So uh Spike and Dawn, I'd like them if they're for sale, being auctioned, abandoned, turned into Angel v2/Brad/Brat!Dawn and need turning back to normal or whatever though. Actually...I think they're at that stage already, somebody save 'em before I have to do it?
Distribution: Lil' Nibblin, LNABB, Spike/Dawn lists, fanfiction.net, SU, anywhere else that wants it sure just ask.
Feedback: I would adore it, worship you, drop me a line :)
Twilight
" If I should die this very moment I wouldn't feel a thing
1 I've never known completeness like this"
~**Part 3**~
" Don't go" Dawn said and looked at me like nobody had ever looked at me in this long existence. Not once. Hell and I'd thought I was in deep earlier. This girl made me *cry*. I can't remember the last time I cried and earlier tonight I just looked at her and the tears started suddenly falling. How was I supposed to walk away when she spoke to me like that? So I turned around and faced her. Now I look up and meet her gaze again.
" I'm Dawn" She says almost nervously. I nearly smile, I know her name better than my own.
" Spike" I introduce myself. She smiles suddenly and my lips can't help but twitch upwards too.
" Spike" Dawn repeats, as though savouring the taste of the word in her mouth.
" How come you're here?" Dawn asks. " You're the only person I've seen apart from those scabby...things."
" I'm not exactly a person" I say, not wanting to mislead her.
" You're a vampire." She says, nodding. " I know."
" And you're the Key." I tell her.
Sadness flashes across her features. " Yeah." Dawn nods again, more serious this time.
" I'm going to get you out of here" I say quickly. Damn, I didn't want to say that. Because what if I can't? Looking at her, I couldn't not say it.
Her eyes widen and something like hope shows. " Really? I mean, can you?" She asks urgently.
" I'm gonna try." I tell her firmly.
" Thank you" She says softly and looks at me. There's a burning kind of intensity in those sweet blue eyes and it's mesmerising.
I shrug. " It's okay." The words come out hoarse and ragged somehow.
Dawn walks closer to me, no caution or fear in her step. Completely trusting. And from here it looks like she doesn't even care that I'm a vampire or any of it. It crosses my mind that maybe she really doesn't, but I dismiss the thought. She's standing in front of me now and my hand reaches out to push her hair behind her shoulder before I can stop myself. It's soft like I thought, almost liquid in my hand and barely scented of raspberries. Dawn doesn't flinch, or seem to mind. Her hand reaches up and lightly touches mine. Then her fingers tangle with mine and I can hear a swift intake of breath from her. There's a sudden tightening in my chest and I feel a strange need for oxygen that I haven't felt in a hundred and thirty years.
" Why?" She asks. " You don't even know me"
How can I answer that? I do know her. Feels like I do. And why?
" Why not? " Is all that I can say.
She looks up at me, something between confusion and longing in her eyes.
" So that's why you've been watching me?"
" Partly" I say honestly. Lying might have been better.
" Partly?" Dawn questions looking up at me and I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than anything. I've been wanting to kiss her since I first saw her. And now she's right in front of me, her hand warm in mine. God, I should have lied. I release my hand from hers immediately missing the warmth and trail it gently up her face, stroking her neck, then her cheek. Again Dawn doesn't mind, she even presses a little closer to me, her hand slipping to the sleeve of my leather jacket. Her eyes meet mine imploringly and I see a brief flicker of fear crossed with yearning. The fear seems to fade. With any other woman I would have already realised but Dawn has an unfamiliar effect on me and it's just at this moment I realise she wants me to kiss her.
So I cup the side of her face with my hand and feel a slight tickle of air from her eyelashes as eyelids close down on her eyes. She looks even more innocent here in the cool night air with long dark hair fallen around her face, and eyes closed softly, a faint colour in her cheeks and I'm reminded of my long life and lack of innocence. Here in this forest in this moment it seems that it can be easily recovered. I trace the shape of her lips and then I'm bending my head to hers, pressing my lips lightly against hers.
Dawn's lips press back and her hand on my jacket clings to it as I kiss her harder. She responds with equal hunger and I close my eyes. I flick my tongue between her lips and her mouth opens, a little moan escaping her. I explore her mouth and suckle her lips, lost in the texture of her. Other women, hundreds in my existence, I always compared kissing them to fighting, playing a game. Now I realise it's not like fighting. It's *dancing*. Dawn's right hand wraps around my neck and soft warm fingers stroke the down at the back of my neck.
I could dance forever.
But there's the sound of a warning, echoing in my head and I release Dawn, reluctantly sliding my lips away from hers.
" What is it?" Dawn asks, her breath coming quickly and her face flushed.
I frown, look around and try to ascertain what it was that stopped me. Her hands slip from my jacket and neck and it's cold without her.
" There's some of those scabby things around here." I conclude from the sounds.
" You'd better get back to that house, love" I tell Dawn.
She nods. " Okay"
" I'll find you again" I say. If Tara helps me or if I find another way to get her out then I'll find her and talk to her again. Not just so I can kiss her again, I tell myself.
I step out of the forest with her and Dawn shakes her head.
" If Glory's minions are about then you don't want them to see you." She explains and I suppose she's right. They won't hurt her. Not a creature here would. But if Dawn *was* hurt or... something then she wouldn't be bled. Worlds wouldn't end. The thought crosses my mind for a millisecond and is as cold as the steel of a knife cutting through pale white flesh. I dismiss it, disturbed and disgusted.
I reach out and touch her cheek lightly before she turns to leave and Dawn smiles at me and I can hear the smallest sigh. Then she's gone, darkness enveloping her and I stare a while at the blackness, even my vampire eyes unable to make out a shape.
***
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