Summary: Set after The Gift. Buffy's gone, and Spike is protecting Dawn,
that is, until he meets up with some vamps who want to perform a "raising".
Angel comes in to help, but can he? Rated R for violence, gore, and
language.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all Buffy characters; I'm just borrowing for my stories.
Rating: R
~PART THREE~
"Spike? Where are you?" Dawn called as she closed the front door and dropped her book bag on floor by the stairs. "I'm home!" She was answered only by silence. The only other sound in the house besides her own breathing was the slight murmur of the television in the living room.
Spike?" Dawn walked cautiously into the living room. The room was still. The credits for Passions were flashing on the T.V. screen. She took a deep breath and tiptoed over to the couch, which was facing away from the front door. She peeked over the top and smiled. Spike was curled up in a ball at one end of the couch, asleep. He had Buffy's old quilt wrapped around him and Dawn's favorite stuffed animal snuggled up to his chest. He was completely still. Usually at least one of his finger or his foot would twitch slightly. He was always moving, even in light sleep. But now he wasn't moving at all. It was a sure sign that he was in a very deep vampire sleep. One in which most vampires go into at dawn and don't awaken from until suck. Spike hadn't slept like this in a long time.
"I'll just make myself a snack," Dawn whispered to herself. She quietly made her way to the kitchen. "Hmmmm, what do we have here?" she asked aloud, picking up a glass of blood that was on the counter beside the refrigerator. It was still three quarters full. "That's odd. Spike never leaves blood out to go bad."
She turned around to put the blood back in the fridge when she tripped over a throw rug on the floor. She went crashing to the floor and the glass tipped, sending the contents flying in all directions. "Ummm.ewww!" She screeched as she looked down at her shirt. "This will never come out!" She looked up sharply as Spike stumbled into the kitchen.
"What the bloody hell?" he cried, stopping short. He looked at Dawn, who had just stood up. He stared at her shirt, covered in blood and rubbed his eyes.
"Yeah, exactly. Bloody," she said, pouting. Before she could blink, Spike was standing beside her.
"Luv, what happened? Are you ok? Where are you hurt? Wait, I'll go get to first aid kit. No, I'll stay here. You sit down." he rambled on as he picked her up easily and ran over to the table and set her down in a chair.
"I'm fine. Really," Dawn said, smiling a little as he dashed to the doorway to the living room to get the kit.
Spike whirled around to face her. "No, no. Look at all this blood. I knew I shouldn't have fallen asleep. I'm sorry pet. Just hold still and I'll be right back," he turned to go again.
"Spike, stop. I'm ok, really. It's not my blood." When he turned around and gave her a questioning look, she added, "It's yours." He automatically looked down at himself comically, looking for the wound. Dawn giggled. "From the glass? On the counter? You left it out. I spilled it on me." Spike looked up and smiled slightly, realization finally dawning.
"Oh," he said, relief evident in his voice.
"Geez," Dawn rolled her eyes, but smiled non-the-less. "Do you think I can walk up to my room on my own to change my clothes?" She got up and walked over to him where he was still standing in front of the door to the living room. "Or should you carry me?"
"No, you can walk," he said as he moved out of the way, grinning. He held his arms out in a gesture of go right on ahead.
"Ok, gee, thanks." Dawn walked past him and said, "I want a shower now to before we leave," she called over her shoulder as she started up the across the room.
"Leave?" Spike asked, obviously very confused.
"To go to the Magic Box. And then you have to patrol. You know, cuz Xander cover last night."
"Patrol?" "Are you always this disoriented when you walk up? Geez!"
"Oh, patrol.right. Ok," he turned around to start cleaning up the blood mess as Dawn walked over to help. "An no I am not usually mixed up when I get up. I just haven't been able to sleep well lately. That's all." He looked up from whipping up the floor. "Now got get yours shower. You smell so good I could eat you."
Dawn giggled as he made a swipe at her before planting a light kiss on his forehead and dashed out of the kitchen.
~PART FOUR~
"Hey everyone!" Dawn called cheerfully as she bounced in the door of the Magic Shop. "Welcome back Giles!"
"Hello Dawn. Did you bring your school books with you?" Giles asked as he finished putting a few books back on the shelves and then say down at the big research table. He had just come from England that morning for a short visit.
"Is that all you worry about? Books?" Dawn asked playfully as she plopped down on a chair beside him.
"Well no.it's just you need to finish your homework I'm sure. If you brought your books, I'd be glad to help you." Giles smiled at her.
The bell about the door jingled as Spike walked in. " 'Ello Rupert. Welcome back to good ol' Sunnyhell." He nodded to the older man. "Dawn, start your homework," he glanced at her, and then looks at Giles again. "So, where's Harris and demon girl?"
"I told them they could go home and have dinner. They should be back soon, though. Anya insists she counts the money again before going to bed." Giles rolled his eyes.
"I see," Spike smiled. "Then will you grab me some stakes and a crossbow and throw them in my black slayen' bag. Maybe a knife too. I think I left mine in the trainin' room. Then I'll head out."
"You're patrolling alone? Isn't that a little dangerous when we still have that large vampire cult in town?" Giles asked worriedly. "Xander filled me in on everything that has been going on. Why don't you wait for him?"
"Naw. Let him have a night off. Come on Rupes, you know me. I laugh in the face of danger! Ha ha!" Spike said proudly, hands on his hips with his chest puffed out.
"He's been watching The Lion King to much," Dawn joked. "But seriously Spike. I don't think you should go alone," she said.
"Luv, don't worry so much. I'll be fine. Now Rupert, weapons." Spike watched him as he went to the back of the store.
"If you go out and you run into those vampires, I want you to call us and then come right over here. Understand?" Dawn looks at Spike seriously.
"Yes, mum," Spike said sarcastically. Just then, Giles came through the training room door, dragging a bulging black bag. Spike smiled as he walked over and picked up the bag, easily slinging it over his shoulder.
"Right then. I'll be on my way. Giles, I'll be back by 9:00. I have my cellie in my pocket, so call if you need me." Spike turned to go.
"Be careful!" Dawn and Giles called in unison.
Spike turned at the door and smiled, "Always," he said, before slipping off into the night.
TBC....
AUTHORS NOTE: Reviews!!! Please!!! I crave em' like a junkie! LOL! Be honest.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all Buffy characters; I'm just borrowing for my stories.
Rating: R
~PART THREE~
"Spike? Where are you?" Dawn called as she closed the front door and dropped her book bag on floor by the stairs. "I'm home!" She was answered only by silence. The only other sound in the house besides her own breathing was the slight murmur of the television in the living room.
Spike?" Dawn walked cautiously into the living room. The room was still. The credits for Passions were flashing on the T.V. screen. She took a deep breath and tiptoed over to the couch, which was facing away from the front door. She peeked over the top and smiled. Spike was curled up in a ball at one end of the couch, asleep. He had Buffy's old quilt wrapped around him and Dawn's favorite stuffed animal snuggled up to his chest. He was completely still. Usually at least one of his finger or his foot would twitch slightly. He was always moving, even in light sleep. But now he wasn't moving at all. It was a sure sign that he was in a very deep vampire sleep. One in which most vampires go into at dawn and don't awaken from until suck. Spike hadn't slept like this in a long time.
"I'll just make myself a snack," Dawn whispered to herself. She quietly made her way to the kitchen. "Hmmmm, what do we have here?" she asked aloud, picking up a glass of blood that was on the counter beside the refrigerator. It was still three quarters full. "That's odd. Spike never leaves blood out to go bad."
She turned around to put the blood back in the fridge when she tripped over a throw rug on the floor. She went crashing to the floor and the glass tipped, sending the contents flying in all directions. "Ummm.ewww!" She screeched as she looked down at her shirt. "This will never come out!" She looked up sharply as Spike stumbled into the kitchen.
"What the bloody hell?" he cried, stopping short. He looked at Dawn, who had just stood up. He stared at her shirt, covered in blood and rubbed his eyes.
"Yeah, exactly. Bloody," she said, pouting. Before she could blink, Spike was standing beside her.
"Luv, what happened? Are you ok? Where are you hurt? Wait, I'll go get to first aid kit. No, I'll stay here. You sit down." he rambled on as he picked her up easily and ran over to the table and set her down in a chair.
"I'm fine. Really," Dawn said, smiling a little as he dashed to the doorway to the living room to get the kit.
Spike whirled around to face her. "No, no. Look at all this blood. I knew I shouldn't have fallen asleep. I'm sorry pet. Just hold still and I'll be right back," he turned to go again.
"Spike, stop. I'm ok, really. It's not my blood." When he turned around and gave her a questioning look, she added, "It's yours." He automatically looked down at himself comically, looking for the wound. Dawn giggled. "From the glass? On the counter? You left it out. I spilled it on me." Spike looked up and smiled slightly, realization finally dawning.
"Oh," he said, relief evident in his voice.
"Geez," Dawn rolled her eyes, but smiled non-the-less. "Do you think I can walk up to my room on my own to change my clothes?" She got up and walked over to him where he was still standing in front of the door to the living room. "Or should you carry me?"
"No, you can walk," he said as he moved out of the way, grinning. He held his arms out in a gesture of go right on ahead.
"Ok, gee, thanks." Dawn walked past him and said, "I want a shower now to before we leave," she called over her shoulder as she started up the across the room.
"Leave?" Spike asked, obviously very confused.
"To go to the Magic Box. And then you have to patrol. You know, cuz Xander cover last night."
"Patrol?" "Are you always this disoriented when you walk up? Geez!"
"Oh, patrol.right. Ok," he turned around to start cleaning up the blood mess as Dawn walked over to help. "An no I am not usually mixed up when I get up. I just haven't been able to sleep well lately. That's all." He looked up from whipping up the floor. "Now got get yours shower. You smell so good I could eat you."
Dawn giggled as he made a swipe at her before planting a light kiss on his forehead and dashed out of the kitchen.
~PART FOUR~
"Hey everyone!" Dawn called cheerfully as she bounced in the door of the Magic Shop. "Welcome back Giles!"
"Hello Dawn. Did you bring your school books with you?" Giles asked as he finished putting a few books back on the shelves and then say down at the big research table. He had just come from England that morning for a short visit.
"Is that all you worry about? Books?" Dawn asked playfully as she plopped down on a chair beside him.
"Well no.it's just you need to finish your homework I'm sure. If you brought your books, I'd be glad to help you." Giles smiled at her.
The bell about the door jingled as Spike walked in. " 'Ello Rupert. Welcome back to good ol' Sunnyhell." He nodded to the older man. "Dawn, start your homework," he glanced at her, and then looks at Giles again. "So, where's Harris and demon girl?"
"I told them they could go home and have dinner. They should be back soon, though. Anya insists she counts the money again before going to bed." Giles rolled his eyes.
"I see," Spike smiled. "Then will you grab me some stakes and a crossbow and throw them in my black slayen' bag. Maybe a knife too. I think I left mine in the trainin' room. Then I'll head out."
"You're patrolling alone? Isn't that a little dangerous when we still have that large vampire cult in town?" Giles asked worriedly. "Xander filled me in on everything that has been going on. Why don't you wait for him?"
"Naw. Let him have a night off. Come on Rupes, you know me. I laugh in the face of danger! Ha ha!" Spike said proudly, hands on his hips with his chest puffed out.
"He's been watching The Lion King to much," Dawn joked. "But seriously Spike. I don't think you should go alone," she said.
"Luv, don't worry so much. I'll be fine. Now Rupert, weapons." Spike watched him as he went to the back of the store.
"If you go out and you run into those vampires, I want you to call us and then come right over here. Understand?" Dawn looks at Spike seriously.
"Yes, mum," Spike said sarcastically. Just then, Giles came through the training room door, dragging a bulging black bag. Spike smiled as he walked over and picked up the bag, easily slinging it over his shoulder.
"Right then. I'll be on my way. Giles, I'll be back by 9:00. I have my cellie in my pocket, so call if you need me." Spike turned to go.
"Be careful!" Dawn and Giles called in unison.
Spike turned at the door and smiled, "Always," he said, before slipping off into the night.
TBC....
AUTHORS NOTE: Reviews!!! Please!!! I crave em' like a junkie! LOL! Be honest.