Disclaimer: Joss owns all, for now. He's a rat bastard who got me hooked
on show tunes, especially his. *glares* For now, he owns all characters,
and some dialog that takes place in the beginning. But I will prevail. Just
watch….
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You're always trying to change me
You only say if only
And I keep listening to all the things you said
You're so miserable and
You're so TYPICAL
"Typical", The Moffatts
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Someone knocked on Dawn's door, "Go away!" she shouted as she pulled on a sweatshirt. Again there was a knock and Dawn repeated "Go away!".
"Pet, if you go out that window, I'll drag you back inside," a British voice came through the door.
Glaring at her door, Dawn threw off her sweatshirt and fell back onto her bed. "Several hours ago he came and made me cry, yet I can't get it out of my head." She sat up, her hair mussed. "Argh! I wanna kill something," she screamed as she threw a pillow at the opposite wall. It made an uninspiring plop. Screaming in frustration, Dawn threw another pillow blindly.
"You know, I don't particularly like it when things are thrown at my. But runaway pillows are the least of my worries," a female's voice said.
Dawn looked up and saw a girl about her age standing there. Black hair was falling out of her ponytail and it stuck to pale, sweaty skin. Her dark eyes were magnified because of glasses and she stood there in a tee shirt and a pair of jeans with a careless aura about her.
"Who are you and why are you standing in my bedroom?" Dawn asked, now sitting up and scooting father away from the strange girl.
"I'm standing here for my health, what do you think?" the other girl snapped before wincing slightly. "All right, all right," she said softly, hoping that Dawn couldn't hear her. It'd be hard enough to explain without Dawn thinking she was crazy. "Look, my name is Eve, and I know someone who is rather insistent that he speaks to you."
Dawn blinked slowly. "Then why come to my room in the middle of the night?"
Eve looked sheepish; "Well he's sorta…dead."
Whatever reaction Eve was expecting, what she got, was not it. "Dead…okay. So where is he?" Dawn asked.
Eve blinked, "He's standing write next to me, tapping his foot with an irate look upon his face."
Dawn blinked, mimicking Eve. "He is?"
Eve sighed; she was tired, and after all the rather impatient dead man, who sounded British, had woken her up. He said something and she cocked her head, and sighed. Nodding slowly she turned to the other girl in the room. Dawn was giving her a strange look, thinking she was mad no doubt.
"Look, if this man's right, I'll be able to show him to you. Hold out your right hand," Eve instructed, Dawn held out her hand and Eve took it. As the other girl drew strange symbols on her hand, Dawn tried not to giggle. It tickled. But that didn't last long, as she let out a small gasp as she felt a pin prick in the middle of her palm.
Looking at the other girl, Dawn saw that Eve had pricked her own hands and was about to hold it over hers, in order for the blood to drip on to her hand. "Hold on, how do I know you don't have some funky disease that could kill me?" she demanded.
Eve stared at her, before her face broke out into a grin, "You don't." As the girl's blood dripped onto Dawn's own wound, the air became wavy for the moment, before everything went back to normal. When Dawn looked at her hand, there was no mark, like nothing had happened. She looked up at Eve and screamed.
"Who are they?" she pointed at the two men who stood behind the other girl. One was a youngish guy, not much older than she was. His hair was long and pulled to the base of his neck. He wore a tight tee shirt and tight jeans. The other one was older, and after a few moments, Dawn recognized him. "Daddy?"
Wesley smiled at his adopted daughter before it turned serious. "I saw how you were acting earlier young lady, I maybe transparent to you and invisible to others. But I will not have my daughter acting like that."
Dawn's eyes bugged out when she heard her father say this. "You haven't changed, at all."
"Aw isn't this sweet, a father daughter bonding moment," an unknown voice said.
"Shut up Michael," Eve hissed.
Dawn turned to the other person, or thing as the case may be and glared at him. "And who are you?" she asked, her eyes narrowed.
He grinned, "Michael, personal haunter of Eve over there," tossing a cheeky grin towards the other girl, he leaned down and tried to pick up Dawn's hand. It passed through, leaving Dawn to shiver and the contact.
Eve ignored Michael and turned to Dawn. "If he bother's you too much, just tell me. Unlike you, I can touch him."
Dawn nodded slowly, unnerved that she could see dead people. "What did he mean when he said personal haunter?"
Eve rolled her eyes. "Long story. But to make it short, I was born when he died. We share soul energy I guess you could say. Or that the angels messed up and when they were delivering my soul, they forgot to pick him up."
Michael looked offended; "You talk and act like I'm a piece of unwanted junk!"
Eve turned to him, a sly smile on her face, "You are."
This continued for a few minutes until the ghost of Wesley had enough. "Children, please."
The three looked at him.
He took an unneeded breath before continuing. "We're in trouble. That's why I got Eve to show me to you."
Eve and Dawn shared a look. They were pretty much normal teens. And trouble was never good. "What kind of trouble do you mean?" Eve said first.
"Dawn opened a portal, and something not so nice popped out," Wesley said.
Dawn's eyes were wide. "I opened a portal. Are you crazy? Don't you think I would know if opened a portal," she was quiet for a second, before starting up again. "But then again, maybe I'm the crazy one. After all I'm talking to the ghost of my dead father."
Wesley looked at his daughter sadly, "I'm afraid neither one of us had a mental deficiency. You opened a portal and let some big nasty out. All we have to do is get it back to it's original dimension."
"Not so easy," Eve broke in. She shook her head. "What you say Dawn brought out, a demon, will not be that easy to get rid of. Most likely it's a rouge spirit. And if anything, spirits are hard enough when they're passive to get rid of. We'll need help."
Wesley's eyes traveled towards the door and Dawn's eyes got even bigger. "No!" she said with forcefulness. "There is no way I'm involving them. They already think I'm about to jump off a building or something. And I tell them that I can talk to you, they'll ship me off for sure."
Wesley raised an eyebrow, "And where do you suppose we get help?"
Dawn grinned slightly before reaching over next to her bed and picked up the phone. "From the one person I trust with my life, Aidan."
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I think I'm going crazy, can't take it anymore
Got one thing on my mind all the time
And it's driving me crazy, I think I'm going crazy
And I don't know what I'm doing
"Crazy", the Moffatts
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Thank you for reviewing:
panthea
Ivorycat*
Cassie-bear01
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Author's Notes: Hmmm...chapter six is already written, and it will come out quicker if you all review. Oh, and if plot bunnies come around, blame my friend Jen, because hers attack me. Stupid rodents. But that's about it. Next chapter deals with lots of fluffy-ness and is only written to satisfy a reviewer's needs (that sounds dirty!). But don't worry, it should appear in the next few days.
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You're always trying to change me
You only say if only
And I keep listening to all the things you said
You're so miserable and
You're so TYPICAL
"Typical", The Moffatts
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Someone knocked on Dawn's door, "Go away!" she shouted as she pulled on a sweatshirt. Again there was a knock and Dawn repeated "Go away!".
"Pet, if you go out that window, I'll drag you back inside," a British voice came through the door.
Glaring at her door, Dawn threw off her sweatshirt and fell back onto her bed. "Several hours ago he came and made me cry, yet I can't get it out of my head." She sat up, her hair mussed. "Argh! I wanna kill something," she screamed as she threw a pillow at the opposite wall. It made an uninspiring plop. Screaming in frustration, Dawn threw another pillow blindly.
"You know, I don't particularly like it when things are thrown at my. But runaway pillows are the least of my worries," a female's voice said.
Dawn looked up and saw a girl about her age standing there. Black hair was falling out of her ponytail and it stuck to pale, sweaty skin. Her dark eyes were magnified because of glasses and she stood there in a tee shirt and a pair of jeans with a careless aura about her.
"Who are you and why are you standing in my bedroom?" Dawn asked, now sitting up and scooting father away from the strange girl.
"I'm standing here for my health, what do you think?" the other girl snapped before wincing slightly. "All right, all right," she said softly, hoping that Dawn couldn't hear her. It'd be hard enough to explain without Dawn thinking she was crazy. "Look, my name is Eve, and I know someone who is rather insistent that he speaks to you."
Dawn blinked slowly. "Then why come to my room in the middle of the night?"
Eve looked sheepish; "Well he's sorta…dead."
Whatever reaction Eve was expecting, what she got, was not it. "Dead…okay. So where is he?" Dawn asked.
Eve blinked, "He's standing write next to me, tapping his foot with an irate look upon his face."
Dawn blinked, mimicking Eve. "He is?"
Eve sighed; she was tired, and after all the rather impatient dead man, who sounded British, had woken her up. He said something and she cocked her head, and sighed. Nodding slowly she turned to the other girl in the room. Dawn was giving her a strange look, thinking she was mad no doubt.
"Look, if this man's right, I'll be able to show him to you. Hold out your right hand," Eve instructed, Dawn held out her hand and Eve took it. As the other girl drew strange symbols on her hand, Dawn tried not to giggle. It tickled. But that didn't last long, as she let out a small gasp as she felt a pin prick in the middle of her palm.
Looking at the other girl, Dawn saw that Eve had pricked her own hands and was about to hold it over hers, in order for the blood to drip on to her hand. "Hold on, how do I know you don't have some funky disease that could kill me?" she demanded.
Eve stared at her, before her face broke out into a grin, "You don't." As the girl's blood dripped onto Dawn's own wound, the air became wavy for the moment, before everything went back to normal. When Dawn looked at her hand, there was no mark, like nothing had happened. She looked up at Eve and screamed.
"Who are they?" she pointed at the two men who stood behind the other girl. One was a youngish guy, not much older than she was. His hair was long and pulled to the base of his neck. He wore a tight tee shirt and tight jeans. The other one was older, and after a few moments, Dawn recognized him. "Daddy?"
Wesley smiled at his adopted daughter before it turned serious. "I saw how you were acting earlier young lady, I maybe transparent to you and invisible to others. But I will not have my daughter acting like that."
Dawn's eyes bugged out when she heard her father say this. "You haven't changed, at all."
"Aw isn't this sweet, a father daughter bonding moment," an unknown voice said.
"Shut up Michael," Eve hissed.
Dawn turned to the other person, or thing as the case may be and glared at him. "And who are you?" she asked, her eyes narrowed.
He grinned, "Michael, personal haunter of Eve over there," tossing a cheeky grin towards the other girl, he leaned down and tried to pick up Dawn's hand. It passed through, leaving Dawn to shiver and the contact.
Eve ignored Michael and turned to Dawn. "If he bother's you too much, just tell me. Unlike you, I can touch him."
Dawn nodded slowly, unnerved that she could see dead people. "What did he mean when he said personal haunter?"
Eve rolled her eyes. "Long story. But to make it short, I was born when he died. We share soul energy I guess you could say. Or that the angels messed up and when they were delivering my soul, they forgot to pick him up."
Michael looked offended; "You talk and act like I'm a piece of unwanted junk!"
Eve turned to him, a sly smile on her face, "You are."
This continued for a few minutes until the ghost of Wesley had enough. "Children, please."
The three looked at him.
He took an unneeded breath before continuing. "We're in trouble. That's why I got Eve to show me to you."
Eve and Dawn shared a look. They were pretty much normal teens. And trouble was never good. "What kind of trouble do you mean?" Eve said first.
"Dawn opened a portal, and something not so nice popped out," Wesley said.
Dawn's eyes were wide. "I opened a portal. Are you crazy? Don't you think I would know if opened a portal," she was quiet for a second, before starting up again. "But then again, maybe I'm the crazy one. After all I'm talking to the ghost of my dead father."
Wesley looked at his daughter sadly, "I'm afraid neither one of us had a mental deficiency. You opened a portal and let some big nasty out. All we have to do is get it back to it's original dimension."
"Not so easy," Eve broke in. She shook her head. "What you say Dawn brought out, a demon, will not be that easy to get rid of. Most likely it's a rouge spirit. And if anything, spirits are hard enough when they're passive to get rid of. We'll need help."
Wesley's eyes traveled towards the door and Dawn's eyes got even bigger. "No!" she said with forcefulness. "There is no way I'm involving them. They already think I'm about to jump off a building or something. And I tell them that I can talk to you, they'll ship me off for sure."
Wesley raised an eyebrow, "And where do you suppose we get help?"
Dawn grinned slightly before reaching over next to her bed and picked up the phone. "From the one person I trust with my life, Aidan."
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I think I'm going crazy, can't take it anymore
Got one thing on my mind all the time
And it's driving me crazy, I think I'm going crazy
And I don't know what I'm doing
"Crazy", the Moffatts
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Thank you for reviewing:
panthea
Ivorycat*
Cassie-bear01
gidgetgirl*
* are for people who have reviewed multiple chapters.
Author's Notes: Hmmm...chapter six is already written, and it will come out quicker if you all review. Oh, and if plot bunnies come around, blame my friend Jen, because hers attack me. Stupid rodents. But that's about it. Next chapter deals with lots of fluffy-ness and is only written to satisfy a reviewer's needs (that sounds dirty!). But don't worry, it should appear in the next few days.