Title: Always
Author: Roxy
Spoilers: No spoilers, just a thought that has been running through my mind quite a bit. more like a day dream. It's kind of sad.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" belongs to UPN, and Joss Whendon.
Summary: Spike and Dawn have a whirlwind romance only to be cut short by death. Hope you all enjoy this one!
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: OH! please! I need the stuff... makes me write faster. Tell me if you all want me to continue on this fic! Spoon feed me anything... even if you hate this fic... tell me!
Dawn was in shock. She was still and felt as if she couldn't breathe. Maybe she couldn't breath. Maybe she would die. It would be a destiny far better then living without him. She felt a hand on her shoulder, her sister's hand,
"Dawn." Buffy started softly in a whisper that flowed under her breath.
"Don't." Dawn said shaking her head at her sister, "Just. Don't." Dawn tried to keep her voice steady as she talked. Dust covered her from head to toe, Dust that used to be the only one she would love. the only one she would care for. She choked on it, this was never the way Dawn wanted Spike to fill her lungs. The dust was everywhere. She got up quickly not bothering to wipe him off her. Never wanting to cleanse her skin.
Buffy stopped her sister, "Dawn. Wait." She held Dawn by her shoulders to stop her, "We can.. we can help." She tried to explain, but she sounded desperate and exasperated.
It had never meant to be that way, Dawn knew, but she shoved her sister away almost roughly. She didn't want to be touched let alone told that they could help her. Buffy hadn't even understood the situation, probably even thought that it was wrong that she loved a vampire, wrong to take after her older sister.
"Get away." Dawn's voice was hoarse, as Buffy was unbalanced and fell to the floor looking intensely at her little sister.
Tears stung Dawn's eyes, she wouldn't apologize, she couldn't cry, not now at least. She had to be together and find what ever did this to Spike. She would find it and track it down and kill it. She would bring justice to their lives once more, but she would still feel so empty.
She couldn't breathe, she had to find someway out of the shop and quickly. Dawn could almost swear that she'd pass out if she didn't. Dawn tugged harshly at the Magic Box's door until she realised that she had to push and not pull.
She cursed silently under her breath. How could she have been so stupid? Had they been uncareful? Left too many trails behind? Had they been too obvious? Questions flooded her mind, the only thing that was keeping her sane at the moment.
She stepped outside of the Magic Box, into the black of the night, into the cold. Dawn had always liked the cold, nearly thrived on it, but then again it was like she could never be chilled, but she was chilled now, right to the bone. The harsh winter's wind tugged at her jacket and threatened to nip at her smooth, unflawed skin.
The air filled Dawn's lungs, she didn't breathe though, she wasn't going to breathe again, not voluntary at least. The tears came again burning in her eyes, she knew that one day she would have to let them out. They blurred her vision as a mournful cry ripped through the air, one Dawn hardly recognized as her own. She put her hands immediately to her face angry with herself for everything that had happen. Things she thought just maybe she would have been able to stop.
She beat her hand against the clear glass of the Magic Box's window, it shattered over her hand cutting her, making her bleed, and she let the blood flow, but not to the ground, that was an apocalypse she would never want to re-live.
Buffy flinched as the glass shattered. She had lied, she couldn't help Dawn, not for this at least. Not this time. A pang of guilt flashed quickly across Buffy's face.
"Giles." Buffy started, "What can we do for Dawn? I mean look at her." She whispered, "She's. Broken."
Giles nodded just slightly, he wouldn't tell Buffy that he had known the whole time through, that he had found them literally loving each other in the moonlight on the dewed grass between the graves of the cemetery. He wouldn't tell Buffy the shock he had been in, and how he had confronted Dawn later. He would never tell Buffy about the tears he saw shed in the girl's eyes and how she had begged him to promise her that he wouldn't tell a soul. Most of all, he would never tell Buffy that he knew from the start that Dawn and Spike were right for each other.
Giles sighed softly before answering Buffy, "We can give her space. If we were to follow her." He paused, "We can only offer our help Buffy, but we cannot force it upon her. Dawn's very upset right now, we can only be there so much for her, only as much as she wants us to be."
"Giles is right," Willow quipped, "I mean Dawnie is hurting right now. We've all been through that kind of hurt.. All of us." Willow glanced around the room at each of them. Tara had been taken from her own life years earlier. Even Giles had lost more so then they all knew; Jenny Calendar, Joyce Summers, and even though the group of them had been his children rather then his loves, he had lost them each one by one at some point of time, not just by death.
Xander glanced towards Anya, they had more then hurt each other, and he blamed himself entirely for what had happened between them still. She had long forgiven him.
None of them could predict the future, none of them would know the next move. That's why they were all breaking apart. Piece by piece inside. Dawn had been the only one who had been all together, sane, and seemingly stable. How wrong had they been.
The silence in the Magic Box was nearly deafening, as the group had no words to speak to each other, or too many thoughts they were terrified to speak.
Author: Roxy
Spoilers: No spoilers, just a thought that has been running through my mind quite a bit. more like a day dream. It's kind of sad.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" belongs to UPN, and Joss Whendon.
Summary: Spike and Dawn have a whirlwind romance only to be cut short by death. Hope you all enjoy this one!
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: OH! please! I need the stuff... makes me write faster. Tell me if you all want me to continue on this fic! Spoon feed me anything... even if you hate this fic... tell me!
Dawn was in shock. She was still and felt as if she couldn't breathe. Maybe she couldn't breath. Maybe she would die. It would be a destiny far better then living without him. She felt a hand on her shoulder, her sister's hand,
"Dawn." Buffy started softly in a whisper that flowed under her breath.
"Don't." Dawn said shaking her head at her sister, "Just. Don't." Dawn tried to keep her voice steady as she talked. Dust covered her from head to toe, Dust that used to be the only one she would love. the only one she would care for. She choked on it, this was never the way Dawn wanted Spike to fill her lungs. The dust was everywhere. She got up quickly not bothering to wipe him off her. Never wanting to cleanse her skin.
Buffy stopped her sister, "Dawn. Wait." She held Dawn by her shoulders to stop her, "We can.. we can help." She tried to explain, but she sounded desperate and exasperated.
It had never meant to be that way, Dawn knew, but she shoved her sister away almost roughly. She didn't want to be touched let alone told that they could help her. Buffy hadn't even understood the situation, probably even thought that it was wrong that she loved a vampire, wrong to take after her older sister.
"Get away." Dawn's voice was hoarse, as Buffy was unbalanced and fell to the floor looking intensely at her little sister.
Tears stung Dawn's eyes, she wouldn't apologize, she couldn't cry, not now at least. She had to be together and find what ever did this to Spike. She would find it and track it down and kill it. She would bring justice to their lives once more, but she would still feel so empty.
She couldn't breathe, she had to find someway out of the shop and quickly. Dawn could almost swear that she'd pass out if she didn't. Dawn tugged harshly at the Magic Box's door until she realised that she had to push and not pull.
She cursed silently under her breath. How could she have been so stupid? Had they been uncareful? Left too many trails behind? Had they been too obvious? Questions flooded her mind, the only thing that was keeping her sane at the moment.
She stepped outside of the Magic Box, into the black of the night, into the cold. Dawn had always liked the cold, nearly thrived on it, but then again it was like she could never be chilled, but she was chilled now, right to the bone. The harsh winter's wind tugged at her jacket and threatened to nip at her smooth, unflawed skin.
The air filled Dawn's lungs, she didn't breathe though, she wasn't going to breathe again, not voluntary at least. The tears came again burning in her eyes, she knew that one day she would have to let them out. They blurred her vision as a mournful cry ripped through the air, one Dawn hardly recognized as her own. She put her hands immediately to her face angry with herself for everything that had happen. Things she thought just maybe she would have been able to stop.
She beat her hand against the clear glass of the Magic Box's window, it shattered over her hand cutting her, making her bleed, and she let the blood flow, but not to the ground, that was an apocalypse she would never want to re-live.
Buffy flinched as the glass shattered. She had lied, she couldn't help Dawn, not for this at least. Not this time. A pang of guilt flashed quickly across Buffy's face.
"Giles." Buffy started, "What can we do for Dawn? I mean look at her." She whispered, "She's. Broken."
Giles nodded just slightly, he wouldn't tell Buffy that he had known the whole time through, that he had found them literally loving each other in the moonlight on the dewed grass between the graves of the cemetery. He wouldn't tell Buffy the shock he had been in, and how he had confronted Dawn later. He would never tell Buffy about the tears he saw shed in the girl's eyes and how she had begged him to promise her that he wouldn't tell a soul. Most of all, he would never tell Buffy that he knew from the start that Dawn and Spike were right for each other.
Giles sighed softly before answering Buffy, "We can give her space. If we were to follow her." He paused, "We can only offer our help Buffy, but we cannot force it upon her. Dawn's very upset right now, we can only be there so much for her, only as much as she wants us to be."
"Giles is right," Willow quipped, "I mean Dawnie is hurting right now. We've all been through that kind of hurt.. All of us." Willow glanced around the room at each of them. Tara had been taken from her own life years earlier. Even Giles had lost more so then they all knew; Jenny Calendar, Joyce Summers, and even though the group of them had been his children rather then his loves, he had lost them each one by one at some point of time, not just by death.
Xander glanced towards Anya, they had more then hurt each other, and he blamed himself entirely for what had happened between them still. She had long forgiven him.
None of them could predict the future, none of them would know the next move. That's why they were all breaking apart. Piece by piece inside. Dawn had been the only one who had been all together, sane, and seemingly stable. How wrong had they been.
The silence in the Magic Box was nearly deafening, as the group had no words to speak to each other, or too many thoughts they were terrified to speak.