******Authors note: Drake said his mom was slayer in the early ninties and
died while giving birth to him; that's impossible since Drake is 17.
Drake's mother was the slayer in the eighties. Sorry for the mistake, just
assume that that was what Drake said. Thanks*****
Drake looked down at the hand he was holding and smiled, "Are you okay? You haven't said anything."
Dawn looked up and into Drake's eyes and smiled, "I'm fine. Thanks, I mean, you know, for back there. Buffy would kill me if she found out about me trying to fight vamps on my own."
"So your sister's the slayer, huh? I've never met one in real life. I heard stories about my mom from her watcher and heard tall tales from the vamps that I would kill and stuff, but never met one."
"So your mom's watcher brought you up?" Dawn asked remembering Woods' moms watcher had also brought him up. "There seems to be a lot of that going on lately."
Drake ignored the last comment Dawn had made and went on for a minute, "Since my mom died while giving birth to me though, I was transferred her strength and such. Her watcher said it had something to do with the fact that she knew she was dying and wanted me to live so bad, that she gave her everything to me."
Dawn looked up to see tears in Drake's eyes and had to fight the tears back herself. "So you have strength, what about the other powers?" Dawn asked after giving Drake proper amount of time to process his sadness.
"Oh yeah, like the fast healing and stuff, got it." Drake proudly stated.
"So does that mean you are the first male slayer?"
"No," Drake laughed, "Slayers are always female, since I was never called or nothing, I'm just a guy with powers. Like a vampire, without all the nasty side effects." Drake laughed to himself.
"Oh." Dawn said knowingly. "How'd you do that sword thing?"
Drake released her hand and stopped walking, he turned to face her and stepped back. Drake quickly flipped his arms forward, and snapped his wrists backwards. As his wrists flipped back, swords slid from under his sleeves and snapped into place. Drake's hands quickly came back, grasping the swords handles, he cut through the air beautifully almost as if it were a dance, and then crouched into fighting position with one sword out in front ready to strike, one closer to his body for defense. Dawn watched as he stood straight again and flipped his wrists again, sending the swords back under his leather sleeves. He then pulled back his sleeves to reveal two arming mechanisms that where shooting them out. "Simple machines can be so big in a fight," he laughed.
"That's so cool, got anymore little tricks up your sleeve?"
Drake smiled and looked her in the eyes, "Some," was all he said as he slowly cupped her cheek with his hand and looked for permission in Dawn's eyes to kiss her. He found his permission and leaned in and kissed her softly. The passion was intense but the kiss was very soft. Dawn wrapped her arms around his neck and Drake placed his other hand on her hip. He felt a large lump on her hip and when they softly pulled away, he pulled the stake from her back pocket. "Couldn't hold that thought any longer, sorry." Looking down at the stake he smiled at her and continued, "Look's like you have some secret weapons yourself."
"Not as cool as yours," she laughed.
They continued to walk home, and after a few more kisses and other random banter between the two they were at the front of the house. Dawn could hear the girls gather round the window and heard the mass of voices get a little higher as they all talked about how hot Dawn's date was. Dawn looked him in the eyes and asked him for another kiss, silently of course. Drake obliged and leaned down and gave her a soft goodnight kiss. When that concluded she saw something behind the tree there in the yard. "Oh, um, I think you may need to come in with me, there's some stuff going on around here."
The figure stepped out form behind the tree and Drake was surprised and quickly started to snap his arms forward, but Dawn stopped him. He looked at her and she just shook her head no. Spike approached them and through his cigarette smoke asked, "Just who the hell ya think you are kissing my little bit?" His voice was angry, and Dawn could see his vampire visage slowly starting to come out. Dawn touched his arms before he could fully transform.
"He's someone who saved my life tonight." Was all Dawn had to say to stop Spike's anger, "Drake, as I was saying, I think you need to come in. Talk to Buffy," she looked over at Spike and opened her eyes wider to make a point, "and to Spike about all the stuff that happened and who you are."
Drake stood still looking at Spike with anger on his face, Spike stared back at the boy. Spike couldn't help but see something oddly familiar in the boy, his hair, his coat, something struck him as odd. Drake looked down at Dawn and whispered, "You do know that he's a vampire, right?"
Dawn put her head in her hands and sighed, "This is going to be a long night of explanations. Oh, and Drake, you might want to be ready for the largest group of girls you have ever seen."
Drake looked at her confused, and Spike merely laughed as he thought about this poor boy stepping into the mass of female humanity that lay within the doors. As they all turned towards the front door it suddenly struck Spike, 'Nancy boy hair gel, leather coat, saved her life..my god, it's Angel part II.'
Drake looked down at the hand he was holding and smiled, "Are you okay? You haven't said anything."
Dawn looked up and into Drake's eyes and smiled, "I'm fine. Thanks, I mean, you know, for back there. Buffy would kill me if she found out about me trying to fight vamps on my own."
"So your sister's the slayer, huh? I've never met one in real life. I heard stories about my mom from her watcher and heard tall tales from the vamps that I would kill and stuff, but never met one."
"So your mom's watcher brought you up?" Dawn asked remembering Woods' moms watcher had also brought him up. "There seems to be a lot of that going on lately."
Drake ignored the last comment Dawn had made and went on for a minute, "Since my mom died while giving birth to me though, I was transferred her strength and such. Her watcher said it had something to do with the fact that she knew she was dying and wanted me to live so bad, that she gave her everything to me."
Dawn looked up to see tears in Drake's eyes and had to fight the tears back herself. "So you have strength, what about the other powers?" Dawn asked after giving Drake proper amount of time to process his sadness.
"Oh yeah, like the fast healing and stuff, got it." Drake proudly stated.
"So does that mean you are the first male slayer?"
"No," Drake laughed, "Slayers are always female, since I was never called or nothing, I'm just a guy with powers. Like a vampire, without all the nasty side effects." Drake laughed to himself.
"Oh." Dawn said knowingly. "How'd you do that sword thing?"
Drake released her hand and stopped walking, he turned to face her and stepped back. Drake quickly flipped his arms forward, and snapped his wrists backwards. As his wrists flipped back, swords slid from under his sleeves and snapped into place. Drake's hands quickly came back, grasping the swords handles, he cut through the air beautifully almost as if it were a dance, and then crouched into fighting position with one sword out in front ready to strike, one closer to his body for defense. Dawn watched as he stood straight again and flipped his wrists again, sending the swords back under his leather sleeves. He then pulled back his sleeves to reveal two arming mechanisms that where shooting them out. "Simple machines can be so big in a fight," he laughed.
"That's so cool, got anymore little tricks up your sleeve?"
Drake smiled and looked her in the eyes, "Some," was all he said as he slowly cupped her cheek with his hand and looked for permission in Dawn's eyes to kiss her. He found his permission and leaned in and kissed her softly. The passion was intense but the kiss was very soft. Dawn wrapped her arms around his neck and Drake placed his other hand on her hip. He felt a large lump on her hip and when they softly pulled away, he pulled the stake from her back pocket. "Couldn't hold that thought any longer, sorry." Looking down at the stake he smiled at her and continued, "Look's like you have some secret weapons yourself."
"Not as cool as yours," she laughed.
They continued to walk home, and after a few more kisses and other random banter between the two they were at the front of the house. Dawn could hear the girls gather round the window and heard the mass of voices get a little higher as they all talked about how hot Dawn's date was. Dawn looked him in the eyes and asked him for another kiss, silently of course. Drake obliged and leaned down and gave her a soft goodnight kiss. When that concluded she saw something behind the tree there in the yard. "Oh, um, I think you may need to come in with me, there's some stuff going on around here."
The figure stepped out form behind the tree and Drake was surprised and quickly started to snap his arms forward, but Dawn stopped him. He looked at her and she just shook her head no. Spike approached them and through his cigarette smoke asked, "Just who the hell ya think you are kissing my little bit?" His voice was angry, and Dawn could see his vampire visage slowly starting to come out. Dawn touched his arms before he could fully transform.
"He's someone who saved my life tonight." Was all Dawn had to say to stop Spike's anger, "Drake, as I was saying, I think you need to come in. Talk to Buffy," she looked over at Spike and opened her eyes wider to make a point, "and to Spike about all the stuff that happened and who you are."
Drake stood still looking at Spike with anger on his face, Spike stared back at the boy. Spike couldn't help but see something oddly familiar in the boy, his hair, his coat, something struck him as odd. Drake looked down at Dawn and whispered, "You do know that he's a vampire, right?"
Dawn put her head in her hands and sighed, "This is going to be a long night of explanations. Oh, and Drake, you might want to be ready for the largest group of girls you have ever seen."
Drake looked at her confused, and Spike merely laughed as he thought about this poor boy stepping into the mass of female humanity that lay within the doors. As they all turned towards the front door it suddenly struck Spike, 'Nancy boy hair gel, leather coat, saved her life..my god, it's Angel part II.'