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! I hope you all really like this chapter. I sure do!
The silence was deafening as Dawn made her way through the night to a destination she knew not yet. She too had too many thoughts she was terrified to speak as she clutched her bleeding hand to her chest staining her white shirt in the process. She looked up and around finding herself at the graveyard. Instantly memories came flooding back to her.
Sunnydale 2004
Dawn walked into Sunnydale's main cemetery, she passed all the familiar graves silently saying her good-byes to each one of them as she had done every night since she had started patrolling. Dawn loved patrolling. She loved the smell of the moonlight when it rose into the sky, and the way her shoes hardly made a sound as she walked down each row of the graves. She loved the power she'd feel inside as she dusted vampires, and battle demons.
Dawn bathed in the moonlight as she walked deeper into the cemetery, an eerie feeling ran down her spine as she passed the place where Spike's crypt used to stand. She herself had burnt it down, crushing the pieces that didn't burn, it had been out of pure anger. Spike had left Sunnydale, Spike had left her, but that was years ago, and Dawn could still feel the anger inside.
Dawn felt movement behind her; dead movement. She spun around kicking it in the gut. As the vampire groaned in pain Dawn pinned it to the ground, practically straddling it in the process. She raised her stake into the air, ready for the kill, that when she noticed its eyes. Blue eyes; bright and clear, platinum blond hair, the same distinctive jaw shape. God, it was Spike. He was back.
"Spike?" She whispered in shock getting quickly off of him. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest.
"Dawn?" Spike seemed to be in just as much as shock as she was. Dawn had changed, defiantly not a little girl anymore, "What are you doing here? You know you could kill someone with that thing." He commented starting to stand.
Dawn chuckled softly to herself, "I do kill with this thing." She felt that rush of anger, "I kill people not too unlike yourself. What are you doing here Spike?"
Spike looked at her, "Well I came home." He said simply getting the feeling that he wasn't welcomed.
Dawn kept on her stiff upper lip, "As long as you don't get in my way..." She pushed him aside seeing a vamp rise behind him, she dusted him with ease and it showed.
Spike smiled. "Impressive." He said. "And it is you who's in my cemetery."
Dawn didn't smile at him, she wouldn't show him any emotion, "It hasn't been your cemetery for a while, Spike. It belongs to the people who lie here." She huffed blowing off some steam.
Spike looked at her. "Well if you're not happy to see me, all you had to do was bloody say so." He said and turned walking away from her.
Dawn gazed back at Spike, "You left... You left us all alone, I used to think you cared at least a little, but no... I guess you can't. you're just dead inside aren't you. You have this bark that's worse then your bite. You really are soulless aren't you?" She said to him sharply intentionally trying to hurt him the way he had hurt her, she turned away not wanting to show any tears, she thought she had cried all those tears long ago, but the feelings still existed for her. They burned inside of her.
Spike turned back to Dawn, "You have no idea why I left, don't assume things you don't know."
"Don't assume things! Don't assume things!" Dawn raged, "Why don't you tell me what I'm supposed to assume? I mean you leave... for years! It's like you don't even care, and I have to assume that's true, because If you were standing in my shoes you'd assume the same thing. You promised me you would stay. You promised me a lot of things... and you backed out. What else should I assume?" Dawn quickly wiped a tear away, not wanting to let him see her break down. She couldn't be the first one to crack, it was just that way.
Spike looked at her carefully, she was really one hell of a spitfire, "You shouldn't just assume I don't have a soul, luv."
Dawn was still angry, but stopped when she heard his words, "You have a soul?" She sounded surprised, but wouldn't let down her guard yet, "Well... Good.. I mean... I hope you hurt now."
"You don't think that leaving you hurt?" Spike asked her.
"Oh.. yeah... Hurt you like hell." Dawn muttered.
Spike looked at her intensely, "So you want me to hurt until you get used to the fact that I'm here now?"
"Might know how I'm feeling about now.." Dawn commented harshly.
"Then just leave me alone." He stated.
"Hey... I didn't bug you in the first place, I'm just getting my job done!" Dawn said.
"So then. Nibblet. Slay me." He said opening his trench coat and showing her his bare flesh.
Dawn didn't expect that, she drew back a little, hating and loving him at the same time, her eyes traveled down his cold flesh.
Spike looked at her, "Are you going to do it? Or are you not meant to be a slayer?"
Dawn looked at Spike, with the same baby blue eyes she had look at him earlier, "It's not the same when they just give up."
"You rather me put up a fight." He commented, almost amazed at the girl's stubbornness. "To the death." She stated, so sure of herself. A spark showed in her eyes, the same spark in his.
"Fine then." Spike smiled softly, almost playfully.
Dawn's blue eyes match into Spike's own, she watches him carefully, still as death herself. She swallows slightly feeling like she's not able to breathe or like her heart has stopped. She makes the first move flipping him over a grave, she smiles victoriously already.
Spike pulls her down with him, so they both get covered with the dirt, She looks at him shocked yet again as he gently reaches up to touch her face, caressing her cheek with his fingertips. Goosebumps rise quickly onto her skin, she doesn't pull away. He makes her feel.
What was he trying to do to her? Drive her insane by touching her but not really touching her? Her heart continues to pound in her chest. Dawn leans in close to Spike surprised by her own words, she leans in closer to him so her own lips just brush his, she gave a slightly breathy sigh, "I want you Spike."
The words quickly rush over him with a kind of pleasure he hadn't felt before. As he felt the warmth of her breath on his lips he found it too difficult to resist. Spike pressed his lips to hers savoring the feeling.
Sunnydale 2005: Back to the present
Dawn entered the new crypt Spike had been staying in. She noted how things had been unusually disturbed. A glass of bourbon spilt on the floor. Sure, He hadn't been the cleanest vamp, but he never left things messed up like this. Had there been a fight? A struggle before ultimately his death?
An unusual stench filled the air, it wasn't death, she turned around curiously noticing a broken bottle in the corner, Dawn picked up the pieces that were still in tact, and she read the label.
Killer of the dead. The same poison that nearly killed Angel. How Ironic, Dawn could have laughed and cried at the same time. He had been murdered, hunted down like the animal he was, but the worst thing was that she could have saved him. Guilt flowed freely through her veins, her blood had been the cure. Blood of a slayer.
She was tempted to smear the poison into her own cut, knowing that poison was poison it killed anything, she imagined her own death far more poetic though. Not so Romeo and Juliet, but the again, Spike and herself had no comparison to those characters other then the fact that they were from two different places, and their love ultimately forbidden.
And then it hit her. Hard.
Dawn knew exactly who killed Spike.
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! I hope you all really like this chapter. I sure do!
The silence was deafening as Dawn made her way through the night to a destination she knew not yet. She too had too many thoughts she was terrified to speak as she clutched her bleeding hand to her chest staining her white shirt in the process. She looked up and around finding herself at the graveyard. Instantly memories came flooding back to her.
Sunnydale 2004
Dawn walked into Sunnydale's main cemetery, she passed all the familiar graves silently saying her good-byes to each one of them as she had done every night since she had started patrolling. Dawn loved patrolling. She loved the smell of the moonlight when it rose into the sky, and the way her shoes hardly made a sound as she walked down each row of the graves. She loved the power she'd feel inside as she dusted vampires, and battle demons.
Dawn bathed in the moonlight as she walked deeper into the cemetery, an eerie feeling ran down her spine as she passed the place where Spike's crypt used to stand. She herself had burnt it down, crushing the pieces that didn't burn, it had been out of pure anger. Spike had left Sunnydale, Spike had left her, but that was years ago, and Dawn could still feel the anger inside.
Dawn felt movement behind her; dead movement. She spun around kicking it in the gut. As the vampire groaned in pain Dawn pinned it to the ground, practically straddling it in the process. She raised her stake into the air, ready for the kill, that when she noticed its eyes. Blue eyes; bright and clear, platinum blond hair, the same distinctive jaw shape. God, it was Spike. He was back.
"Spike?" She whispered in shock getting quickly off of him. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest.
"Dawn?" Spike seemed to be in just as much as shock as she was. Dawn had changed, defiantly not a little girl anymore, "What are you doing here? You know you could kill someone with that thing." He commented starting to stand.
Dawn chuckled softly to herself, "I do kill with this thing." She felt that rush of anger, "I kill people not too unlike yourself. What are you doing here Spike?"
Spike looked at her, "Well I came home." He said simply getting the feeling that he wasn't welcomed.
Dawn kept on her stiff upper lip, "As long as you don't get in my way..." She pushed him aside seeing a vamp rise behind him, she dusted him with ease and it showed.
Spike smiled. "Impressive." He said. "And it is you who's in my cemetery."
Dawn didn't smile at him, she wouldn't show him any emotion, "It hasn't been your cemetery for a while, Spike. It belongs to the people who lie here." She huffed blowing off some steam.
Spike looked at her. "Well if you're not happy to see me, all you had to do was bloody say so." He said and turned walking away from her.
Dawn gazed back at Spike, "You left... You left us all alone, I used to think you cared at least a little, but no... I guess you can't. you're just dead inside aren't you. You have this bark that's worse then your bite. You really are soulless aren't you?" She said to him sharply intentionally trying to hurt him the way he had hurt her, she turned away not wanting to show any tears, she thought she had cried all those tears long ago, but the feelings still existed for her. They burned inside of her.
Spike turned back to Dawn, "You have no idea why I left, don't assume things you don't know."
"Don't assume things! Don't assume things!" Dawn raged, "Why don't you tell me what I'm supposed to assume? I mean you leave... for years! It's like you don't even care, and I have to assume that's true, because If you were standing in my shoes you'd assume the same thing. You promised me you would stay. You promised me a lot of things... and you backed out. What else should I assume?" Dawn quickly wiped a tear away, not wanting to let him see her break down. She couldn't be the first one to crack, it was just that way.
Spike looked at her carefully, she was really one hell of a spitfire, "You shouldn't just assume I don't have a soul, luv."
Dawn was still angry, but stopped when she heard his words, "You have a soul?" She sounded surprised, but wouldn't let down her guard yet, "Well... Good.. I mean... I hope you hurt now."
"You don't think that leaving you hurt?" Spike asked her.
"Oh.. yeah... Hurt you like hell." Dawn muttered.
Spike looked at her intensely, "So you want me to hurt until you get used to the fact that I'm here now?"
"Might know how I'm feeling about now.." Dawn commented harshly.
"Then just leave me alone." He stated.
"Hey... I didn't bug you in the first place, I'm just getting my job done!" Dawn said.
"So then. Nibblet. Slay me." He said opening his trench coat and showing her his bare flesh.
Dawn didn't expect that, she drew back a little, hating and loving him at the same time, her eyes traveled down his cold flesh.
Spike looked at her, "Are you going to do it? Or are you not meant to be a slayer?"
Dawn looked at Spike, with the same baby blue eyes she had look at him earlier, "It's not the same when they just give up."
"You rather me put up a fight." He commented, almost amazed at the girl's stubbornness. "To the death." She stated, so sure of herself. A spark showed in her eyes, the same spark in his.
"Fine then." Spike smiled softly, almost playfully.
Dawn's blue eyes match into Spike's own, she watches him carefully, still as death herself. She swallows slightly feeling like she's not able to breathe or like her heart has stopped. She makes the first move flipping him over a grave, she smiles victoriously already.
Spike pulls her down with him, so they both get covered with the dirt, She looks at him shocked yet again as he gently reaches up to touch her face, caressing her cheek with his fingertips. Goosebumps rise quickly onto her skin, she doesn't pull away. He makes her feel.
What was he trying to do to her? Drive her insane by touching her but not really touching her? Her heart continues to pound in her chest. Dawn leans in close to Spike surprised by her own words, she leans in closer to him so her own lips just brush his, she gave a slightly breathy sigh, "I want you Spike."
The words quickly rush over him with a kind of pleasure he hadn't felt before. As he felt the warmth of her breath on his lips he found it too difficult to resist. Spike pressed his lips to hers savoring the feeling.
Sunnydale 2005: Back to the present
Dawn entered the new crypt Spike had been staying in. She noted how things had been unusually disturbed. A glass of bourbon spilt on the floor. Sure, He hadn't been the cleanest vamp, but he never left things messed up like this. Had there been a fight? A struggle before ultimately his death?
An unusual stench filled the air, it wasn't death, she turned around curiously noticing a broken bottle in the corner, Dawn picked up the pieces that were still in tact, and she read the label.
Killer of the dead. The same poison that nearly killed Angel. How Ironic, Dawn could have laughed and cried at the same time. He had been murdered, hunted down like the animal he was, but the worst thing was that she could have saved him. Guilt flowed freely through her veins, her blood had been the cure. Blood of a slayer.
She was tempted to smear the poison into her own cut, knowing that poison was poison it killed anything, she imagined her own death far more poetic though. Not so Romeo and Juliet, but the again, Spike and herself had no comparison to those characters other then the fact that they were from two different places, and their love ultimately forbidden.
And then it hit her. Hard.
Dawn knew exactly who killed Spike.