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Chapter 7
Dawn sat on the couch with her legs crossed underneath her and her hands clasped loosely on her lap as she stared at her mother.
"Mommy, do you hafta work tonight? Its Christmas" she exclaimed and her lips turned into that of a pout and she shook her head sadly when her mom nodded.
"Dawnie, I'm only gonna be working for about an hour or two, you wont even miss me one bit" Buffy said as she stood up from her spot on the floor after cleaning up the contents of her purse that she has spilled just a few minutes ago.
Dawn's lips started to shake as she held back the tears that were threatening to come forth but she nodded her head solemnly then watched her mom walk up to the babysitter and swing her purse over her shoulder before telling her what time Dawn had to be in bed by and what time she would be home, then left the house in a haste, leaving behind a sad daughter on Christmas night.
Not caring about how hard the girl was trying to make Dawn feel better, she ran up to her room and slammed the door closed in a flurry of childish anger and frustration.
Wiping the tears away from her face violently with the back of her hand, Dawn sat on her bed and reached a tiny hand underneath a pillow, pulling out a small picture. The picture was of a family that Dawn use to have, a mother who smiled with happiness causing her face the look beautiful and bright, a handsome father who protected her mother and herself with as much power as he could.
But daddy wasn't here anymore and they were a family either. He didn't even get her a Christmas present.
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A loud crash could be heard throughout the whole house, causing it to shake and even the dust wanted to hide in fear of the mans anger which could out match even the gods.
The lady of the house shuddered as she stood beside the staircase, watching as her boyfriend came down the stairs in a state that frightened her to the very core.
"Elizabeth I'm leaving, have a fantastic Christmas and don't bother to call, and send the bill to my office. the secretary will deal with it." The man told her as he took his jacket from her, then stormed from the house, slamming the door behind him.
~~~~~~~~~(*)(*)(*)~~~~~~~~~
Buffy snorted as she looked down at the change that rested on her open palm, GOD HOW CAN A GIRL SURVIVE IF ALL THAT PEOPLE DECIDE TO TIP IS A LOWSY 25 CENTS she thought to herself as she closed her hand into a tight fist and stormed into the back room, slamming the door behind her, but no one noticed. It was Christmas and people were to busy drowning themselves in the alcohol.
Pulling her shoulders back, she took a quick glance at her reflection and smirked at what she saw, then grabbed the end of the first braided pig tail and started undoing it until half of her hair was a beautiful mass of waves.
Shrugging she decided she liked the look and quickly finished off the last braid before picking up her jacket and purse, then pushed open the door and walked back into the bar.
"Denny I'm out of here, thanks for letting me take the extra hours, I'll see you on Saturday!" she yelled to the bartender as she walked out of the bar, leaving behind the rancid smell of old tobacco and beer.
Inhaling the brisk air she looked at her watch and looked around at her whereabouts, IT'S ONLY 10:30, IT TAKES ME 2 SECONDS TO TAKE A CAB HOME, SO I GATHER IT WILL TAKE ME 5 MINTUTES TO WALK, AND GOD KNOWS I NEED THE EXERCISE, she thought and started walking to the direction that would take her to her home.
After walking for a few moments Buffy stopped and looked behind her, and she had the distinct feeling someone was watching her, but chose to ignore it and continued to walk listening just in case, and was a bit frightened when she started hearing footsteps following her at a quick pace.
Lowering her head, she started moving faster as she clutched the strap of her purse and then she felt the hand grab her from behind. She turned to face the stalker, but stopped when she felt a hand reach to cover her mouth, and she was dragged into the nearest alley.
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Spike was on the hunt. With Angelus off on his own and there was no place to be, he let himself get sidetracked as he passed the bar where he had met the young girl and her mother.
Smiling slightly at the memory, he shook his head and thrust his hands into his pockets. THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THAT GIRL, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT he thought to himself and continued his walk but stopped abruptly when he caught the sent of blood.
Morphing into his true vision, he growled to himself at the thought of some fledgling feeding in his territory then quickly darted in the direction of where he smelled the blood.
~~~~~~~~~(*)(*)(*)~~~~~~~~
Buffy struggled as she tried batting her hands at his head, but the man wouldn't budge and she groaned in fear when he started nuzzling her bare chest.
"Oh god no, please don't do this," she cried and pushed him away to no use, and when he looked at her, she shuttered. There was no one home, not in those eyes. It was like staring it the bottomless pits and she felt the tears start to flow down her cheeks.
The man grunted and pushed her against the wall, bending down he grabbed the edge of her skirt and pulled at it, and she jumped at the sound the cloth made as it ripped, reminding her of flesh, of flesh being ripped and she moved her knee to push him away, but it was useless and he was at her again.
Kicking her legs apart, he grabbed a hold of Buffy's underwear and pulled them to her knees, she closed her eyes, expecting the worst. But it never came.
Dropping to the ground she didn't bother to pull up the underwear as she drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her head in the nook between her stomach and knees, listening to brutal sounds of a fight and someone causing bodily harm. She prayed it was the motherfucker that had tried to rape her.
As soon as the fighting had started, it was over and she felt a light touch on her arm. Wincing away she raised her head and made contact with the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen, and she was breathless.
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Spike stared at the woman and his jaw dropped, it was the mother from before and as hungry as he was, he couldn't help but pick her up and cradle her to his chest.
"Pet look at me alright?" he asked her and smiled when she raised her head from his shoulder and opened her eyes, "I need you to tell me where you live so I can take you there ok?" Spike told her and she nodded her head, telling him that her house wasn't that far away.
From there, the two walked back to the house, Buffy cradled in his arms.
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Chapter 7
Dawn sat on the couch with her legs crossed underneath her and her hands clasped loosely on her lap as she stared at her mother.
"Mommy, do you hafta work tonight? Its Christmas" she exclaimed and her lips turned into that of a pout and she shook her head sadly when her mom nodded.
"Dawnie, I'm only gonna be working for about an hour or two, you wont even miss me one bit" Buffy said as she stood up from her spot on the floor after cleaning up the contents of her purse that she has spilled just a few minutes ago.
Dawn's lips started to shake as she held back the tears that were threatening to come forth but she nodded her head solemnly then watched her mom walk up to the babysitter and swing her purse over her shoulder before telling her what time Dawn had to be in bed by and what time she would be home, then left the house in a haste, leaving behind a sad daughter on Christmas night.
Not caring about how hard the girl was trying to make Dawn feel better, she ran up to her room and slammed the door closed in a flurry of childish anger and frustration.
Wiping the tears away from her face violently with the back of her hand, Dawn sat on her bed and reached a tiny hand underneath a pillow, pulling out a small picture. The picture was of a family that Dawn use to have, a mother who smiled with happiness causing her face the look beautiful and bright, a handsome father who protected her mother and herself with as much power as he could.
But daddy wasn't here anymore and they were a family either. He didn't even get her a Christmas present.
~~~~~~~~~~(*)(*)(*)~~~~~~~~~~
A loud crash could be heard throughout the whole house, causing it to shake and even the dust wanted to hide in fear of the mans anger which could out match even the gods.
The lady of the house shuddered as she stood beside the staircase, watching as her boyfriend came down the stairs in a state that frightened her to the very core.
"Elizabeth I'm leaving, have a fantastic Christmas and don't bother to call, and send the bill to my office. the secretary will deal with it." The man told her as he took his jacket from her, then stormed from the house, slamming the door behind him.
~~~~~~~~~(*)(*)(*)~~~~~~~~~
Buffy snorted as she looked down at the change that rested on her open palm, GOD HOW CAN A GIRL SURVIVE IF ALL THAT PEOPLE DECIDE TO TIP IS A LOWSY 25 CENTS she thought to herself as she closed her hand into a tight fist and stormed into the back room, slamming the door behind her, but no one noticed. It was Christmas and people were to busy drowning themselves in the alcohol.
Pulling her shoulders back, she took a quick glance at her reflection and smirked at what she saw, then grabbed the end of the first braided pig tail and started undoing it until half of her hair was a beautiful mass of waves.
Shrugging she decided she liked the look and quickly finished off the last braid before picking up her jacket and purse, then pushed open the door and walked back into the bar.
"Denny I'm out of here, thanks for letting me take the extra hours, I'll see you on Saturday!" she yelled to the bartender as she walked out of the bar, leaving behind the rancid smell of old tobacco and beer.
Inhaling the brisk air she looked at her watch and looked around at her whereabouts, IT'S ONLY 10:30, IT TAKES ME 2 SECONDS TO TAKE A CAB HOME, SO I GATHER IT WILL TAKE ME 5 MINTUTES TO WALK, AND GOD KNOWS I NEED THE EXERCISE, she thought and started walking to the direction that would take her to her home.
After walking for a few moments Buffy stopped and looked behind her, and she had the distinct feeling someone was watching her, but chose to ignore it and continued to walk listening just in case, and was a bit frightened when she started hearing footsteps following her at a quick pace.
Lowering her head, she started moving faster as she clutched the strap of her purse and then she felt the hand grab her from behind. She turned to face the stalker, but stopped when she felt a hand reach to cover her mouth, and she was dragged into the nearest alley.
~~~~~~~~~~~~(*)(*)(*)~~~~~~~~~~
Spike was on the hunt. With Angelus off on his own and there was no place to be, he let himself get sidetracked as he passed the bar where he had met the young girl and her mother.
Smiling slightly at the memory, he shook his head and thrust his hands into his pockets. THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THAT GIRL, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT he thought to himself and continued his walk but stopped abruptly when he caught the sent of blood.
Morphing into his true vision, he growled to himself at the thought of some fledgling feeding in his territory then quickly darted in the direction of where he smelled the blood.
~~~~~~~~~(*)(*)(*)~~~~~~~~
Buffy struggled as she tried batting her hands at his head, but the man wouldn't budge and she groaned in fear when he started nuzzling her bare chest.
"Oh god no, please don't do this," she cried and pushed him away to no use, and when he looked at her, she shuttered. There was no one home, not in those eyes. It was like staring it the bottomless pits and she felt the tears start to flow down her cheeks.
The man grunted and pushed her against the wall, bending down he grabbed the edge of her skirt and pulled at it, and she jumped at the sound the cloth made as it ripped, reminding her of flesh, of flesh being ripped and she moved her knee to push him away, but it was useless and he was at her again.
Kicking her legs apart, he grabbed a hold of Buffy's underwear and pulled them to her knees, she closed her eyes, expecting the worst. But it never came.
Dropping to the ground she didn't bother to pull up the underwear as she drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her head in the nook between her stomach and knees, listening to brutal sounds of a fight and someone causing bodily harm. She prayed it was the motherfucker that had tried to rape her.
As soon as the fighting had started, it was over and she felt a light touch on her arm. Wincing away she raised her head and made contact with the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen, and she was breathless.
~~~~~~~~(*)(*)(*)~~~~~~~~~
Spike stared at the woman and his jaw dropped, it was the mother from before and as hungry as he was, he couldn't help but pick her up and cradle her to his chest.
"Pet look at me alright?" he asked her and smiled when she raised her head from his shoulder and opened her eyes, "I need you to tell me where you live so I can take you there ok?" Spike told her and she nodded her head, telling him that her house wasn't that far away.
From there, the two walked back to the house, Buffy cradled in his arms.
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