Immortal
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I do not own anybody.
Summary: Set after Once More with Feeling but before Tabulah Rasa. Dorian makes Dawn an immortal.
Immortal
################# Dorian's POV ##################
I was going to make Dawn an immortal. Not through Drusilla though. I could only handle on vampire at a time. I was just going to get her to trade in her soul like I did.
She stirred next to me on the bed. I ran my fingers through her hair. She was going to be my little slave; I couldn't wait to corrupt her. Actually, I guess I already had.
Dru moaned a bit in her sleep, something about puppies and a Miss Edith. My God, she was insane.
"Dawn, wake up," I commanded.
"No, Dorian, I'm tired," she whined.
I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her up.
"Owwww," she screamed.
I smiled. I loved being so cruel.
"Dawn, I'm going to make you immortal," I said.
She looked over at Dru, her eyes wide with fear.
"You're not gonna let her turn me into a vampire, are you?"
"No, no silly girl. You're going to become like me."
She stared at me.
"You're an immortal. Just how old are you?"
"Around two hundred and something," I answered.
"Two hundred and something. I'm only fifteen," she yelled.
"Calm down, little girl. That's how old Angel is," Dru said.
"So?" Dawn replied.
"You're the same age the slayer was when she stole my daddy from me," Dru said.
"But…"
"What Dawn? You certainly don't think your sister cares about what you do anymore, she's wrapped up in her own world. You said it yourself, she doesn't care," I said.
She sighed, then said,
"What do I have to do?"
"Make a wish," I said.
I took her by the arm and led her into my study. She was still naked and red from last night. I laughed softly to myself. In the center of my study was a painting of Dawn. Her young face, bright eyes, and smooth skin. She touched the painting, admiring it's beauty.
"See how young and beautiful you look. On day you'll grow old and ugly. But you can change that with one simple wish," I said.
"What do I have to wish?" she asked.
"To stay this way forever and to let the painting carry the burden of age."
"What do you mean carry the burden?"
"Instead of you growing old, the painting grows old instead. Aging over time, while you stay young forever."
"Is there a catch?"
"No, not a single catch."
Okay, so maybe that was a lie.
She touched the painting and made her wish. Now, to test it out.
"Dawn, stand up," I commanded.
With this morning still fresh in her mind she stood up quickly. I picked up a pistol and aimed it at her heart.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Making sure of something."
I shot her, watching the bullet lodge itself into her body. She screamed, it does hurt like hell. But instead of killing her, it fell out. God, I was a genius. She stared in wonder.
"Why did that happen?" she asked.
"Simple. You wished to be immortal and you are."
"So, nothing can stop me?"
"You can't look at the picture or you will die."
"Sounds simple enough."
"Yes, I'll put it away for you."
She walked over to me and kissed me.
"Thanks," she said.
"Sure, it's the least I can do. Now, about meeting your sister," I said.
"I'll make sure she's home alone tomorrow. God, she's going to kill me for not coming home."
"I wouldn't worry about that."
"Why?"
"Because you can't die."
