Thanks to all my great reviewers, I'm sorry it took so long to update. I
should be updating more frequently now, and just remember: The more you
review, the more compelled I am to update! Mad Love//Bri
P.S. I am so sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes! I'll double proof read this time, I promise. Don't be afraid to critisize either! There's just no need to be vicious.
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Dawn's crying suddenly stopped. She looked up at Spike, questions burning through her eyes. When she saw his look of rage and horror, all the color drained from her face.
"No." She whispered suddenly. At Dawn's words, Spike was unpleasantly jolted back to reality. His sharpened senses could feel the approach of at least three bodies climbing the stairs below. "Yes" He said firmly to Dawn, who looked as though she were in a slightly amusing dream.
"Spike, don't be silly! It's. . . it's Xander and Willow, and Buffy! They've all come to see me, and. . . " Her face brightened, and she made a dash to the bedroom door. "Dawn!" Spike grabbed her about the middle, and threw her over his shoulder. His face suddenly morphed into game face, adrenaline and terror running through his cold veins. His yellow eyes searched the room frantically for an escape. His gaze landed upon the window, and in two strides he was at the ledge, opening the catch. Looking down, he saw the rose trellis that Mrs. Summers had grown up to her daughter's window.
"Nibblet, hold on to me, now, do not let go." He said into her hair. He could feel her trembling worsen at the sound of his deep, growling voice. He cursed himself for frightening her more, but focused on getting both their bodies securely balanced on the trellis. He could hear the feet coming along the hallway, towards Dawn's old bedroom. 'Thank you, for not bringing' her here first' he though, but stopped with his musings, as Dawn's voice rang out through the room.
"Buffy! Buffy help me! Willow, Xander! I'm in -" Spike clasped a cold hand over the girl's mouth, and froze. He strained his ears and pressed them to the wall. They were coming down this hallway now.
"Dawn, you need to be quiet, it's Glory, GLORY! Not Buffy. Hold on to my shoulders, and you better bloody well shut up or it will be both our necks." He said, and began his decent down the trellis. As he reached the bottom, he heard the bedroom door crash open above them.
"Oh, Dawnie? Dawnie, sweet heart, lovely, come on baby! We were just starting to get to know each other, didn't you like my gift? It was very rude of you to leave so soon.we know you are in here Dawness." They could hear her rummaging around in the closet, and opening the bathroom door. Spike could see Dawn's eyes grow wide in the darkness, and he was very aware of her quickened heartbeat. He turned her body around, and guided her face with his hands until she looked at him.
Spike pointed to the side of the house, where a wall separated the Summers' home with the neighbor's. Dawn nodded without looking, and Spike pressed a finger to her lips. She said nothing, but reached out her hand for his. He looked down at it, not quite comprehending what the bloody hell she was doing. Then he half-smiled at her, and took her hand. Together they crept along as silently as they could, backs flat against the wall, trying to keep in the shadows. They could hear Glory's now desperate calls of "My Key! You scabby morons lost me My Key! My Key!"
When Spike reached the wall, he lifted Dawn until she was sitting on the top ledge. He then pulled himself up by his arms, and jumped down, landing on the other side. He reached up for Dawn, but she wasn't on the wall where he had left her. With a startled gasp, he felt a warm hand grasp his. He turned around to find Dawn already firmly on the ground next to him, looking pleased with her self. But her look of self-satisfaction quickly turned to fear again, when Spike pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. He felt her stiffen in his grip, and then relax.
"You scared the bloody hell out of me, child!" He said softly, pulling away. "Sor-" She began, but was cut off by Spike's fingers to her lips. "Words later, Luv, this is the part where we run like mad"
Dawn pulled herself from his fingers, and looked at him. "Where? Where can we go. . ." Spike leaned forward, and replaced his fingers to her mouth. "Cemetery," He said, just as the back door of the Summers' home slammed shut. "Run, Nibblet"
P.S. I am so sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes! I'll double proof read this time, I promise. Don't be afraid to critisize either! There's just no need to be vicious.
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Dawn's crying suddenly stopped. She looked up at Spike, questions burning through her eyes. When she saw his look of rage and horror, all the color drained from her face.
"No." She whispered suddenly. At Dawn's words, Spike was unpleasantly jolted back to reality. His sharpened senses could feel the approach of at least three bodies climbing the stairs below. "Yes" He said firmly to Dawn, who looked as though she were in a slightly amusing dream.
"Spike, don't be silly! It's. . . it's Xander and Willow, and Buffy! They've all come to see me, and. . . " Her face brightened, and she made a dash to the bedroom door. "Dawn!" Spike grabbed her about the middle, and threw her over his shoulder. His face suddenly morphed into game face, adrenaline and terror running through his cold veins. His yellow eyes searched the room frantically for an escape. His gaze landed upon the window, and in two strides he was at the ledge, opening the catch. Looking down, he saw the rose trellis that Mrs. Summers had grown up to her daughter's window.
"Nibblet, hold on to me, now, do not let go." He said into her hair. He could feel her trembling worsen at the sound of his deep, growling voice. He cursed himself for frightening her more, but focused on getting both their bodies securely balanced on the trellis. He could hear the feet coming along the hallway, towards Dawn's old bedroom. 'Thank you, for not bringing' her here first' he though, but stopped with his musings, as Dawn's voice rang out through the room.
"Buffy! Buffy help me! Willow, Xander! I'm in -" Spike clasped a cold hand over the girl's mouth, and froze. He strained his ears and pressed them to the wall. They were coming down this hallway now.
"Dawn, you need to be quiet, it's Glory, GLORY! Not Buffy. Hold on to my shoulders, and you better bloody well shut up or it will be both our necks." He said, and began his decent down the trellis. As he reached the bottom, he heard the bedroom door crash open above them.
"Oh, Dawnie? Dawnie, sweet heart, lovely, come on baby! We were just starting to get to know each other, didn't you like my gift? It was very rude of you to leave so soon.we know you are in here Dawness." They could hear her rummaging around in the closet, and opening the bathroom door. Spike could see Dawn's eyes grow wide in the darkness, and he was very aware of her quickened heartbeat. He turned her body around, and guided her face with his hands until she looked at him.
Spike pointed to the side of the house, where a wall separated the Summers' home with the neighbor's. Dawn nodded without looking, and Spike pressed a finger to her lips. She said nothing, but reached out her hand for his. He looked down at it, not quite comprehending what the bloody hell she was doing. Then he half-smiled at her, and took her hand. Together they crept along as silently as they could, backs flat against the wall, trying to keep in the shadows. They could hear Glory's now desperate calls of "My Key! You scabby morons lost me My Key! My Key!"
When Spike reached the wall, he lifted Dawn until she was sitting on the top ledge. He then pulled himself up by his arms, and jumped down, landing on the other side. He reached up for Dawn, but she wasn't on the wall where he had left her. With a startled gasp, he felt a warm hand grasp his. He turned around to find Dawn already firmly on the ground next to him, looking pleased with her self. But her look of self-satisfaction quickly turned to fear again, when Spike pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. He felt her stiffen in his grip, and then relax.
"You scared the bloody hell out of me, child!" He said softly, pulling away. "Sor-" She began, but was cut off by Spike's fingers to her lips. "Words later, Luv, this is the part where we run like mad"
Dawn pulled herself from his fingers, and looked at him. "Where? Where can we go. . ." Spike leaned forward, and replaced his fingers to her mouth. "Cemetery," He said, just as the back door of the Summers' home slammed shut. "Run, Nibblet"