CHAPTER 5 "UNTITLED"
Dawn walks upstairs and straight forward into her room. She takes a sip from the glass and sets it atop her bed adjacent drawers. She opens one and pulls out her diary and picks up a pen by her water. She dates the top right of the page in her own hand writing even though the book came dated.
"Dear Diary, today I woke up tired and board as usual to find Buffy asleep. She had been out slaying all night. More like trying to bang Spike again and..."
She stops. Losing her concentration. Feeling mentally defeated she clutches one of her pillows and pulls it over her face.
"I can't take this anymore!" She hears a noise and uncovers her head. Tears from her eyes blurring her vision and running down her face. She blinked and wiped her eyes for clarity. Her door was open. She sits still and listens for a moment.
"Willow?" She doesn't move.
"Willow? Are you there?" She walks out to the hall.
"Giles, are you still here? Were you just at my door?" No answers. She walks over to Buffy's room where Giles was studying in her absence.
"Giles?" She walks across to Willow's room and says as she enters,
"Willow?" She looks the room side to side and backs out, turns around and heads for and down the stairs. Her hand runs down the railing and she looks out.
"Willow? Are you down there? Willow?" Her hand reaches the newell and she stops for a listen. She hears the fridge open and notices Giles coat still hanging up by the front door.
"Giles? Are you still awake? Cause I could really use someone to talk to." She stops in the kitchen entrance and then proceeds in. She notices Willow's cup is missing. She hears footsteps going up stairs.
"Hello? Anyone there? Buffy?" She hears a knocking from up stairs and runs up.
"Giles if that's you please answer me, I'm starting to get scared and I can't find Willow. Please answer ... someone. Hello?" She heads to Willow's room and hears something do downstairs.
"Who's there? If someones there I am going to call the police." She runs to her room and closes and locks the door. She hears the front door shut and another set of footsteps go down. She unlocks and swings the door open and runs down stairs and sees that Giles' coat is gone. She hears noises and goes into the kitchen. Then she hears more feet go up stairs.
"If you are a vampire I should warn you that my sister is the slayer and will be home anytime now." Into the living room her panicked legs carry her and hears something coming down. She runs for the front door and grabs an umbrella and slams the door behind her. She runs down the street.
"somebody help me!" Her high pitched frantic calls for help sound off. No one answers. She keeps running.
"I got to find Buffy. She must be patrolling still. Try the graveyard first then if she's not there, Xander's house. Wait with him. Maybe he knows where Buffy is, unless she is with him ... nah." She keeps running and realizes that there are twelve cemeteries in Sunnydale, so she decides to hit the closes figuring Buffy would head out to the last one and work her way into town.
"Xander will protect me. At least he will try." She slows down and walks to his house and finds his car not there and the lights off.
"Well fine, I don't need any protection. I can handle this all by myself. I don't need any of you!" She looks around and the wind blows.
"I'm a big girl." She starts walking to the nearest cemetery quietly. Contemplating her situation she thinks aloud.
"So if Willow and Giles are gone and Xander's not home, that leaves Buffy, Anya and Spike, but I don't know if I can be with Spike after what he did, or at least tried to do. If only things could be the way they were. Buffy and Spike got along, Xander and Anya loved each other and Willow and Tara ... Tara was still alive. Giles was still living her and mom..." She trails off and folds her arms.
"They're always to busy to spend time with me. Like the thought of even hanging out with me would kill them. To try once not to think of themselves ... Buffy thinking of Spike, Xander thinking of Anya. I swear, sometimes I believe Giles is the only one with his head not in the stars ... when he is not reading up on blood sucking demons."
She reaches the edge of the cemetery and pauses.
"Buffy?!" She exclaims. Silence. She calls out again. Still no answer. She bends over and looks around and then takes a rose from a grave. Her fingers twitching on her left hand she raises her right and presses the rose to her nose. She inhales it's aroma. Her eyes open with the rose still against her nose from a noise. An errie intonation amongst the wind. It suddenly ceases.
"Buffy is that you?! It's me! Dawn! Where are you Buffy?!" Through a wisp of air she catches the faint muttering of words,
"It's dark out..." She drops the rose and replies to the wind,
"Who said that?! Spike?"
"And no one can help you..." To and fro, to and fro the umbrella's oscillation occurs as she runs helpless into the night screaming.
Spike gets up and looks around him.
"Oh that's just great pet. Run away when it gets tough. Never mind staying and working it out right? One problem you don't care to be solved huh? How about I just go and make myself somebody else's bleeding problem?!"
He puts his arms back down to his sides which he had thrown up in anger.
"I'd rather you drive a steak through my heart then drive me crazy love. We'll it's just fine then. I'll go putt around my niche."
He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and then pats himself down with both hands looking for the lighter. He looks down and then opens lose pockets inside and out of his coat. He rolls his eyes upwards.
"Well that's just dandy. A fine way to start the night off. Now if only things could get worse. Something's got to die. You know you got to change love! Something's got to change. It can't go on like this. I'm about to snap. Are you hearing me Buffy?!"
No reply. He looks down and around searching for his lighter all the while getting slowly pissed.
"Knew it wasn't going to be pop and fresh. No walk through the daisies, but come on. It shouldn't be this hard. How hard do I have to try? What does it take to please her? Christ, I could do a full turn around and she wouldn't take notice. She wouldn't care one way or the other. A soulless thing like me. I could be dead tomorrow and gone in her mind forever. She wouldn't care, not one sodding bit. Not with that gaggle of gits she travels with. A circle of friends ... more like a circle of hell. A mecca of darkness witch friend. She'll be the end of us all. And her little sis. Poor little bit, hang around them and she'll have no future. I almost feel sorry for the poor little thing. Almost. And who makes friends with an ex-vengence demon? Honestly, does she ever think? She surrounds herself with danger. She must be in love with it. Some massive Slayer orgasm. It's got to be it. She must get off on it. Straddling me with a steak to my heart. Must make her randy as hell. Me, Angel and who knows how many countless others."
Looks behind a tombstone. Gets frustrated from searching and kicks some flowers from a grave.
"Well, not tonight! I'm already invited in, so this little conversation is moving to your pad. You've blown me off for the last time."
He kicks the ground. His lighter flies and hits a cenotaph. Spike bends over to pick his prized possession up and reads the scrolled epitaph.
"He was a good man. Ha, apparently not a great one. I hope when I'm gone there's more to be said and done for my lastings. A decent burial of ashes. And Buffy, the only one at my funeral, but only after self- relenting. God, she'd have to talk herself into it. Cry me a bleeding river babe. Her eighty year old watcher boyfriend would be jumping with joy. It would make him swell all up inside to see me get it. Xander would be there cheering my demise on."
He makes a quick run and jumps atop a tombstone and off. He reaches the end of the cemetery. Xander's car is parked.
"Well if it isn't pretty boy himself. I wonder roundabout where that begger is." He walks to the driver's side and looks into the car. Nothing. He backs up and steps on something. He moves his foot off of it.
"Keys. Could it be wannabe Buffy boyfriend Xander left his keys. Free ride. No luck for you tonight"
He reaches down and as he picks them up he notices foot prints.
"Wide stride. What were you running from?" He thinks.
"Buffy. Buffy!" He calls out, then runs into the cemetery.
"Buffy! Are you all right? Are you injured?! Can you hear me Buffy?!" He looks around and finds more prints in the sand. All messed up and wide stridden.
"Can't believe I'm doing this. Xander!" His hears his voice echo into the night.
"Buffy please! I need a signal from you! Anything to know you are all right!" He look around and around for clues. He finds it. A trail of arrows heading into the cemetery.
"She was running out. Away from something and Xander was with her. How could I not see it? I was right there with her." Spike, angry with himself heads to the car. He reaches into his pocket.
"Bloody hell! Not again! Aaaaggghhhhh!!! Not like this anymore!!! I don't want it to be like this anymore!!! Anymore!!!"
He screams at the top of his lungs. With his chest pounding and his fists still clenched he starts off running toward the Magic Box.
"It's the closet place. If they're lucky Anya might be up late working the books. God I hope so. I hope Buffy is all right."
The wind gusts from behind him and a voice seems to catch the air.
"She doesn't care..." Spike stops.
"Where are you? To scared to face me and so you hide in the shadows ... is that what it is?" No answer.
"Are you responsible for Buffy's disappearance? Cause so help me god I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth, blaze trails through a sun filed desert and walk through the deepest of oceans. I will tail you from any spot on this world." He stands still and listens.
"You would die for her..." He lifts his chin upward and brings his shoulders back. The jacket flaps in the wind and his fists still clenched.
"I would walk through the fire and burn until my heart beats no more. So come and get me. Cause I am not moving. Try your best you bitch!"
Faster and faster the steps approach an unmoving Spike until it is almost apon him. He takes a deep breath and exhales. The voice speaks up again,
"You fear me!"
Dawn walks upstairs and straight forward into her room. She takes a sip from the glass and sets it atop her bed adjacent drawers. She opens one and pulls out her diary and picks up a pen by her water. She dates the top right of the page in her own hand writing even though the book came dated.
"Dear Diary, today I woke up tired and board as usual to find Buffy asleep. She had been out slaying all night. More like trying to bang Spike again and..."
She stops. Losing her concentration. Feeling mentally defeated she clutches one of her pillows and pulls it over her face.
"I can't take this anymore!" She hears a noise and uncovers her head. Tears from her eyes blurring her vision and running down her face. She blinked and wiped her eyes for clarity. Her door was open. She sits still and listens for a moment.
"Willow?" She doesn't move.
"Willow? Are you there?" She walks out to the hall.
"Giles, are you still here? Were you just at my door?" No answers. She walks over to Buffy's room where Giles was studying in her absence.
"Giles?" She walks across to Willow's room and says as she enters,
"Willow?" She looks the room side to side and backs out, turns around and heads for and down the stairs. Her hand runs down the railing and she looks out.
"Willow? Are you down there? Willow?" Her hand reaches the newell and she stops for a listen. She hears the fridge open and notices Giles coat still hanging up by the front door.
"Giles? Are you still awake? Cause I could really use someone to talk to." She stops in the kitchen entrance and then proceeds in. She notices Willow's cup is missing. She hears footsteps going up stairs.
"Hello? Anyone there? Buffy?" She hears a knocking from up stairs and runs up.
"Giles if that's you please answer me, I'm starting to get scared and I can't find Willow. Please answer ... someone. Hello?" She heads to Willow's room and hears something do downstairs.
"Who's there? If someones there I am going to call the police." She runs to her room and closes and locks the door. She hears the front door shut and another set of footsteps go down. She unlocks and swings the door open and runs down stairs and sees that Giles' coat is gone. She hears noises and goes into the kitchen. Then she hears more feet go up stairs.
"If you are a vampire I should warn you that my sister is the slayer and will be home anytime now." Into the living room her panicked legs carry her and hears something coming down. She runs for the front door and grabs an umbrella and slams the door behind her. She runs down the street.
"somebody help me!" Her high pitched frantic calls for help sound off. No one answers. She keeps running.
"I got to find Buffy. She must be patrolling still. Try the graveyard first then if she's not there, Xander's house. Wait with him. Maybe he knows where Buffy is, unless she is with him ... nah." She keeps running and realizes that there are twelve cemeteries in Sunnydale, so she decides to hit the closes figuring Buffy would head out to the last one and work her way into town.
"Xander will protect me. At least he will try." She slows down and walks to his house and finds his car not there and the lights off.
"Well fine, I don't need any protection. I can handle this all by myself. I don't need any of you!" She looks around and the wind blows.
"I'm a big girl." She starts walking to the nearest cemetery quietly. Contemplating her situation she thinks aloud.
"So if Willow and Giles are gone and Xander's not home, that leaves Buffy, Anya and Spike, but I don't know if I can be with Spike after what he did, or at least tried to do. If only things could be the way they were. Buffy and Spike got along, Xander and Anya loved each other and Willow and Tara ... Tara was still alive. Giles was still living her and mom..." She trails off and folds her arms.
"They're always to busy to spend time with me. Like the thought of even hanging out with me would kill them. To try once not to think of themselves ... Buffy thinking of Spike, Xander thinking of Anya. I swear, sometimes I believe Giles is the only one with his head not in the stars ... when he is not reading up on blood sucking demons."
She reaches the edge of the cemetery and pauses.
"Buffy?!" She exclaims. Silence. She calls out again. Still no answer. She bends over and looks around and then takes a rose from a grave. Her fingers twitching on her left hand she raises her right and presses the rose to her nose. She inhales it's aroma. Her eyes open with the rose still against her nose from a noise. An errie intonation amongst the wind. It suddenly ceases.
"Buffy is that you?! It's me! Dawn! Where are you Buffy?!" Through a wisp of air she catches the faint muttering of words,
"It's dark out..." She drops the rose and replies to the wind,
"Who said that?! Spike?"
"And no one can help you..." To and fro, to and fro the umbrella's oscillation occurs as she runs helpless into the night screaming.
Spike gets up and looks around him.
"Oh that's just great pet. Run away when it gets tough. Never mind staying and working it out right? One problem you don't care to be solved huh? How about I just go and make myself somebody else's bleeding problem?!"
He puts his arms back down to his sides which he had thrown up in anger.
"I'd rather you drive a steak through my heart then drive me crazy love. We'll it's just fine then. I'll go putt around my niche."
He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and then pats himself down with both hands looking for the lighter. He looks down and then opens lose pockets inside and out of his coat. He rolls his eyes upwards.
"Well that's just dandy. A fine way to start the night off. Now if only things could get worse. Something's got to die. You know you got to change love! Something's got to change. It can't go on like this. I'm about to snap. Are you hearing me Buffy?!"
No reply. He looks down and around searching for his lighter all the while getting slowly pissed.
"Knew it wasn't going to be pop and fresh. No walk through the daisies, but come on. It shouldn't be this hard. How hard do I have to try? What does it take to please her? Christ, I could do a full turn around and she wouldn't take notice. She wouldn't care one way or the other. A soulless thing like me. I could be dead tomorrow and gone in her mind forever. She wouldn't care, not one sodding bit. Not with that gaggle of gits she travels with. A circle of friends ... more like a circle of hell. A mecca of darkness witch friend. She'll be the end of us all. And her little sis. Poor little bit, hang around them and she'll have no future. I almost feel sorry for the poor little thing. Almost. And who makes friends with an ex-vengence demon? Honestly, does she ever think? She surrounds herself with danger. She must be in love with it. Some massive Slayer orgasm. It's got to be it. She must get off on it. Straddling me with a steak to my heart. Must make her randy as hell. Me, Angel and who knows how many countless others."
Looks behind a tombstone. Gets frustrated from searching and kicks some flowers from a grave.
"Well, not tonight! I'm already invited in, so this little conversation is moving to your pad. You've blown me off for the last time."
He kicks the ground. His lighter flies and hits a cenotaph. Spike bends over to pick his prized possession up and reads the scrolled epitaph.
"He was a good man. Ha, apparently not a great one. I hope when I'm gone there's more to be said and done for my lastings. A decent burial of ashes. And Buffy, the only one at my funeral, but only after self- relenting. God, she'd have to talk herself into it. Cry me a bleeding river babe. Her eighty year old watcher boyfriend would be jumping with joy. It would make him swell all up inside to see me get it. Xander would be there cheering my demise on."
He makes a quick run and jumps atop a tombstone and off. He reaches the end of the cemetery. Xander's car is parked.
"Well if it isn't pretty boy himself. I wonder roundabout where that begger is." He walks to the driver's side and looks into the car. Nothing. He backs up and steps on something. He moves his foot off of it.
"Keys. Could it be wannabe Buffy boyfriend Xander left his keys. Free ride. No luck for you tonight"
He reaches down and as he picks them up he notices foot prints.
"Wide stride. What were you running from?" He thinks.
"Buffy. Buffy!" He calls out, then runs into the cemetery.
"Buffy! Are you all right? Are you injured?! Can you hear me Buffy?!" He looks around and finds more prints in the sand. All messed up and wide stridden.
"Can't believe I'm doing this. Xander!" His hears his voice echo into the night.
"Buffy please! I need a signal from you! Anything to know you are all right!" He look around and around for clues. He finds it. A trail of arrows heading into the cemetery.
"She was running out. Away from something and Xander was with her. How could I not see it? I was right there with her." Spike, angry with himself heads to the car. He reaches into his pocket.
"Bloody hell! Not again! Aaaaggghhhhh!!! Not like this anymore!!! I don't want it to be like this anymore!!! Anymore!!!"
He screams at the top of his lungs. With his chest pounding and his fists still clenched he starts off running toward the Magic Box.
"It's the closet place. If they're lucky Anya might be up late working the books. God I hope so. I hope Buffy is all right."
The wind gusts from behind him and a voice seems to catch the air.
"She doesn't care..." Spike stops.
"Where are you? To scared to face me and so you hide in the shadows ... is that what it is?" No answer.
"Are you responsible for Buffy's disappearance? Cause so help me god I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth, blaze trails through a sun filed desert and walk through the deepest of oceans. I will tail you from any spot on this world." He stands still and listens.
"You would die for her..." He lifts his chin upward and brings his shoulders back. The jacket flaps in the wind and his fists still clenched.
"I would walk through the fire and burn until my heart beats no more. So come and get me. Cause I am not moving. Try your best you bitch!"
Faster and faster the steps approach an unmoving Spike until it is almost apon him. He takes a deep breath and exhales. The voice speaks up again,
"You fear me!"