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AN: Here's another chapter. o.o;; Buffy's dead, just to make that clear. Thanks for reviewing my story. I'll try and write more soon, maybe I will, maybe I won't. I'm not quite sure yet. Thanks for reading and if you don't mind giving reviews...then review away! :D It'll make me extremely happy.

She wanted to get away. She had to get away. It hurt, why did it hurt? She could feel the pain of the people, physically and mentally. The stabs and scrapes seemed to have seeped into her skin. And the mental torment seemed to have etched itself on her mind.

Her shoes hit the marbled floor with soft clanks. She didn't even notice as she ran into the double glass doors of the school and remained unharmed when she emerged.

She ran until she collapsed onto a grassy floor. She laid sprawled before the headstones, hunched over, with her head in her lap. For how long, not even she herself was quite sure.

"Dawn. Ye' must know ye's own destiny. Ye' must fight it an' stay with ye' luv'd ones."

Dawn raised her blood-shot eyes to her mother's tombstone, then over to her sister's, the mere movements sent throbbing signals through her whole body. "I don't know what to do! It hurts! It hurts so much!" she cried out, tears dripping to the ground.

"I will stay 'till ye' pain goes away, lit'l one."

"Why does it hurt? Why? I didn't ask for it!" anger consumed her as she yelled at the voice. "I don't want it..." she whispered softly with agony, her eyes scrunching up in deep frustration and pain.

"It'll all be bet'er in due time, child," the voice comforted.

"Please. Please," Dawn begged, fresh tears rolling down her face. "Make them go away. I just want to be normal. Please." She buried her head in her lap once again sobbing.

Dawn fell asleep out of exhaustion on the cemetery floor as night crawled upon Sunnydale. Little did she know that the Scooby gang were all searching for her relentlessly, hoping that they'd find her before the daylight left the town.

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Spike took a long drag of his cigarette as he walked briskly in the almost dark cemetery. This was a short cut to Willy's. He needed more blood. He snorted. If only Dru could see him now. Chipped and drinking goat's blood like a deranged vampire. She'd laugh at him and stake him outright.

Suddenly the aroma of fresh human blood reached his nose. It seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn't put a finger on it. He started to follow the scent but as sudden as it came, it was gone. Now he was imagining that he smelt blood? He shook his bleached head, he must be going crazy.

He threw his cigarette onto the grassy floor, taking time to stomp it out. He blinked at his own action. What was he doing? Since when had he ever stomped out a damned cigarette? His jaw tensed in anger. It was all Buffy's fault. She made him into a little puppy dog to be pulled around on a chain.

"Watch Dawn Spike. Tell me what's going on Spike. I'm going to stake you now Spike," he mimicked her voice, sinking his boots heavily into the soil. He pulled out another cigarette, lit it up and took a drag of it. "Bloody hell Slayer, you're still tormenting me," he sighed stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather duster.

The sweet smell of familiar blood reached his nose again. He growled in annoyance, but followed the smell. Again, it disappeared suddenly but not before something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.

It was an unnaturally glowing light. The closer he got, the brighter it seemed to glow. The object was laying in front of two slabs of concrete. He knew they were the grave-sites of the two oldest Summers women. After Buffy had died, they moved Joyce's grave next to Buffy's, so that they could be together.

From behind a tree he watched the glow for a moment. His body tensed. It was breathing, human even. It looked like a young girl, though he couldn't be sure who, for her back was facing him. But one thing was for sure, she was hurt, and bleeding, but he couldn't understand why, the smell would be there one moment and vanish the next. It was positively uncanny.

As he got nearer the glow from the girl illuminated the tombstones she was laying under, giving the whole scene an eerie feeling. He sniffed, there was the bloody smell again. This time it smelled like...

Spike's brow furrowed, that couldn't be...

His cigarette fell out of his mouth as he strode hastily over to the body and turned it over. "Nibblet?!"

Spike gently lifted her head into his arms. "Luv, wake up. Please," he urged. Spike winced when he saw her arms, they were covered with bruises and scrapes. Trying to get her to sit up, Spike placed a palm on her back which caused her to hiss in pain. He removed his hand abruptly as if he had been burned. "Dawn? Can you hear me?"

"S-Spike?" Her hesitant voice came, groggy and dry. Spike supported her, trying not to touch her back. "I'm here Bit."

Dawn's took in a sharp breath, "I-It hurts Spike. It hurts." She opened her eyes to look at him, begging him to make the pain go away. If he had a heart, it would've broke right at that moment.

"What in the bloody hell happened? And why are you glowing?"

"I-" Dawn was cut off as she disappeared from his arms, leaving him to bask in only the glow of the moon.

Spike jerked away from his spot, "Dawn!?" Stumbling to standing up, he looked around frantically for an explanation. "Dawn! Where are you?"

He halted in his spot when Dawn appeared again, in the same spot he had held her a minute ago. But this time, she wasn't glowing, and as he got closer he noticed the bruises and cuts on her arms had all faded. "What in the-"

"Spike!"