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Chapter 2 - Thoughts
Spike unlocked the door to his apartment. He entered the basically presentable bedroom/kitchen and wished he had cleaned up a little more. He pulled back the covers and laid the sleeping teen down. Spike removed her shoes and pulled the covers up to her neck. Then he went into the kitchen and warmed up a mug of blood. He brought it out to bedroom area, sat down on the couch and leaned his head against the wall. He couldn't believe he'd found her. When Dawn had disappeared last summer, Buffy shut down. She really hadn't been the same since. She went to him for comfort once in the middle of the night, and they'd started sleeping together. But she always seemed so distant. Dead inside. Maybe he was dead on the outside, but he was more alive than she was. After a couple months of watching her cry herself to sleep, cry herself awake and everything in between, Spike couldn't take it anymore. He took off. He'd been regretting it, now that he knew she was gone. He called Willow about two months ago, to see if there was any news about Dawn. She said no, but there was something else. Buffy had been killed while she was patrolling. A vampire had staked her with her own stake. And Joyce had died too.
But now.everything had changed tonight. Dawn was here. Safe. Spike thought it was too good to be true. He was afraid for her. And sad. Those eyes, they had once been so full of life, but like Buffy, they weren't here anymore. They had seen too much pain to be the same Dawnie. He needed to talk to her. And.she had been with Riley. Riley had kidnapped her. As Spike began to process all the thoughts that were just coming to him, he wiped a tear from his eye. He really wanted to hit something. More specifically, someone. He would wake up at some point. Spike would have to think about that.
After Spike finished his mug of blood, he still smelled it in the room. He realized Dawn was still bleeding. He didn't want to disturb her though. She'd get cleaned up in the morning.
Spike unlocked the door to his apartment. He entered the basically presentable bedroom/kitchen and wished he had cleaned up a little more. He pulled back the covers and laid the sleeping teen down. Spike removed her shoes and pulled the covers up to her neck. Then he went into the kitchen and warmed up a mug of blood. He brought it out to bedroom area, sat down on the couch and leaned his head against the wall. He couldn't believe he'd found her. When Dawn had disappeared last summer, Buffy shut down. She really hadn't been the same since. She went to him for comfort once in the middle of the night, and they'd started sleeping together. But she always seemed so distant. Dead inside. Maybe he was dead on the outside, but he was more alive than she was. After a couple months of watching her cry herself to sleep, cry herself awake and everything in between, Spike couldn't take it anymore. He took off. He'd been regretting it, now that he knew she was gone. He called Willow about two months ago, to see if there was any news about Dawn. She said no, but there was something else. Buffy had been killed while she was patrolling. A vampire had staked her with her own stake. And Joyce had died too.
But now.everything had changed tonight. Dawn was here. Safe. Spike thought it was too good to be true. He was afraid for her. And sad. Those eyes, they had once been so full of life, but like Buffy, they weren't here anymore. They had seen too much pain to be the same Dawnie. He needed to talk to her. And.she had been with Riley. Riley had kidnapped her. As Spike began to process all the thoughts that were just coming to him, he wiped a tear from his eye. He really wanted to hit something. More specifically, someone. He would wake up at some point. Spike would have to think about that.
After Spike finished his mug of blood, he still smelled it in the room. He realized Dawn was still bleeding. He didn't want to disturb her though. She'd get cleaned up in the morning.