Chapter Four - …Young Enough Not To Care

It was three in the morning and the moonlight was breaking through the windows of the crypt, half of the candles had burned away to nothing and the punk music of the 1970s had stopped. Empty glass bottles littered the room and the drunken bodies of Spike and Dawn were lying on Spike's double bed laughing over Spike's stories of the old days. Buffy hadn't called Dawn again and she hadn't come barging in to Spike's crypt so Dawn guessed she either believed her story about Debbie or she knew Dawn was at Spike's but was letting her do her own thing for once.

"Was Angel really like that back then?" asked Dawn, Spike had been informing her of some of the less soulful acts he had committed in the past.

"Yeah, the four of us were like some badass gang. We brought chaos with us everywhere we went. Man, those were the days," sighed Spike, leaning back on the bed, lost in reminiscence.

"Okay but you don't have a soul so why are you the way you are now?" asked Dawn, distractedly picking at the bobbles on her old t-shirt.

"What do you mean?" asked Spike, sitting up and facing her.

"Well, you help people now. You kill other demons and you're in love with the Slayer. It's just funny that you hate Angel so much but you're exactly the same as he is," she sighed. Spike suddenly growled and pushed her onto her back, pinning her down and gripping her wrists hard.

"I am nothing like that bloody idiot, don't ever say that again," he warned. Dawn nodded before flipping him off her so that she was pinning him.

"Don't hurt me like that again. I can fight now, remember?" she hissed. Spike looked up at her and frowned; her dark hair was cascading across her face and almost touching his own. She looked feral and wild up there in control and Spike was impressed by how much she had learnt in such a small space of time. Her small hands were gripping his own wrists tight and pressing down hard against the bed; she was so close that he could smell her. He had never allowed himself to smell her before; she was the Slayer's little sister, it's not like anything could come of even thinking of tasting her.

"Sorry, Nibblet," he smiled and rolled her to his side, turning to face her. She was flushed and obviously a little embarrassed, Spike was relieved to see that he wasn't the only one thinking of what could have been done from that position.

"It's fine, just don't do it again. You really hurt me," she said quietly, rubbing idly at the wrists. Spike took hold of her hands and started to rub at her wrists himself, soothing her aches away. "Spike?" He didn't even look up. "Spike, how old was Buffy when she got with Angel?"

"About fifteen or sixteen, I think. You know, I really can't remember, pet," he mumbled, Dawn knew it hurt him to talk about Buffy and Angel together.

"Yeah, fifteen I think. It's so pathetic," she sighed, snatching her wrists away from Spike. He looked up at her and frowned questioningly. "She gets a boyfriend for three years at fifteen and what do I get? Nothing, I get to stay at home and do my homework without even a mention of the opposite sex being interested in me. Am I that repellent?"

"Don't be bloody stupid, what's brought this rubbish on?" asked Spike.

"I was just thinking about Buffy. I mean, she's had Angel and Riley and now you're head over heels for her. When is it my turn? I want someone to fall in love with me but what if it never happens?"

"Why wouldn't it?"

"Because Buffy won't let me out of the house. How am I supposed to get a boyfriend if she won't let me do my own thing?"

"Getting a boyfriend is not that big a deal, really. Buffy had it tough with Angel; you do know how he lost his soul, right?"

"I know but that was a curse. I'm not saying I want to have sex, I'm just saying that I want someone to pay me a little attention instead of her. I just want someone to love me as much as you love her," sighed Dawn, a tear coming to her eye but she blinked it angrily away. Spike reached out and laid his hand against her cheek, she flinched slightly, she had half-expected it to be warm but it was cold and smooth.

"Nibblet, I do love you as much as I love Buffy," he calmed, stroking her cheek and smoothing her wild hair back from her face, Dawn sat up on the bed and turned to face Spike.

"It's different though. You love Buffy because you want to be with her, you love me because of the time we spend together. I'm like a little sister to you too," she reasoned, Spike shook his head.

"I love you the same way I love Buffy, pet," he smiled as he leaned over and kissed her gently. Dawn was frozen to the spot; she couldn't believe that Spike had just kissed her on the lips. It was like a pattern, her first and now second kiss had both been vampires; maybe she was becoming a groupie like Buffy had been. She put her fingers to her lips and felt where Spike's cold skin had just been on her own, she looked up at him but he was looking away sheepishly. She reached up and pulled him down to her, kissing him hard and pushing her tongue into his mouth, exploring new territory. He kissed her back and couldn't help but think of how good she smelt, her heat was causing the blood to rush to the surface of her skin and it was exciting him more than it should have done.

"Spike, will you bite me?" she asked breathlessly as he stopped kissing her. He looked down at her, she lay on the bed with her hair about her face and her clothes rumpled from where his body had been resting against hers.

"What? I can't… the chip," he stammered.

"But if you aren't going to kill me then it won't go off, right? If I'm willing then nothing should happen," she reasoned, Spike looked worried but Dawn reached up and ran her hand down his arm, resting it on his hip. "Please?"

"Dawn, it's weird. I can't just bite you, it's not how it's supposed to be," he mumbled, Dawn flipped her hair aside and offered her neck up to thin air, closing her eyes and lying still. Spike looked down at her and closed his eyes; he kissed her earlobe and worked his way down her neck before sinking his teeth into her vein. She squirmed beneath him but he knew it was both pleasure and pain behind the struggle, he knew how it all worked. As soon as her blood hit the back of his throat, he pulled away and swallowed hard, it was crisp and sweet and almost like apples. He smiled as Dawn turned around and pushed him back on the bed, climbing on top of him and pulling his t-shirt off before removing her own.

Spike was amazed at how much her body had changed without him realising, her breasts had grown and were now encased in a blue silk bra, her slim waist fitting snugly into her jeans and widening at her feminine hips. Spike played with the buttons of her jeans, undoing them until he could see the matching underwear in all its glory. Dawn jumped off the bed and wriggled out of her jeans before jumping beneath the covers and waiting for Spike to join her, thoughts were flying through her head about Buffy and Angel and images of what was going to happen and how Buffy would react if she found out and whether she really wanted to do it with Spike. Spike stood up and dropped his trademark black trousers, he was naked underneath and Dawn gasped at the sight of his completely exposed body. He jumped into bed beside her, his lips seeking hers and his hands seeking her warm body, her own hands seeking his cool flesh beneath her fingers.

"Are you sure about this? I mean, we've been drinking and everything. I mean, the first time is important, I don't want it be because you were drunk and I was here," said Spike as he kissed her neck.

"Isn't sex, booze and punk better than sex, drugs and rock n roll? I thought we were rebelling tonight?" she mumbled. Spike smiled at how grown up she sounded and kissed her again, all thoughts of Buffy had flown from his mind at the thought of Dawn wanting him. He sunk his hands into her hair and drew her towards him, he wanted to drown in her, drown in his Dawn.