A/N: This is the last chapter. I hope you guys liked it.
Dawn wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but she was pinned against a wall, with one of his hands covering her mouth, and the other sliding up beneath her skirt. He was harshly whispering into her ear. "Why did you just leave me there Dawnie? You didn't think I'd just let my baby girl go did you? I found you. I knew you'd be here. Waiting for me." Then his mouth was on hers. He tasted like beer, too much beer. She put her hands on his chest in an effort to push off from him, but he just pulled her closer with one arm, his other hand off somewhere she tried to shut out, the way she always used to.
Spike ran around the corner of the building, where he saw a horrible scene playing out before his eyes. He pulled Riley off Dawn and punched him in the face harder than he had ever punched anyone. "Ow," he sighed, clutching his hand. Riley saw his opportunity and punched him several times before he could recover. "Spike!" Dawn screamed. She stood, unsure of what to do.
Connor ran outside when he heard Dawn scream. He ran to the side of the building where Riley was pummeling Spike. Connor hit Riley in the back of the head. Riley didn't react to Connor's punch, he only turned around and grabbed Connor by the neck, pinning him up against the wall of the hotel. Dawn ran back inside and Spike tried to get Riley's hands off of Connor's neck. He punched him again, but it was no use. Then there was a thwacking noise, and Riley's grip on Connor loosened suddenly. He dropped Connor to the ground as Dawn removed Angel's axe from his back. He fell to the ground as Dawn repeatedly chopped at him.
Spike and Connor watched for a minute before Spike said quietly, "That's enough bit." Riley was good and dead, and he didn't want Dawn to get hurt from this any more than she had to. Murder does things to people. To humans anyway. She dropped the axe to the ground. Connor coughed.
"You kids get inside," said Spike. "I'll take care of this."
"What are you gonna do with it?" asked Dawn quietly, staring at Riley's remains.
"Don't worry about it. Just go inside and get cleaned up. And try not to mention it.to Angel or anyone.alright?" Connor and Dawn nodded. They parted ways. They went inside. "Here," said Dawn. "You sit," she gestured to the round blue couch in the lobby, "and I'll get the first aid kit." Connor nodded and she left for a minute. She came back, sat next to him and started cleaning a cut on his hand.
He watched as she tried to squeeze Neosporin onto a band-aid. Her hand was shaking so badly that she couldn't get the band-aid to cover the right place on his hand.
"Stop," he said. He took the band-aid from her and put it on his hand. She took out an ice-pack and started icing his neck. He watched her face. She looked so beautiful. And sad.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?"
"You wouldn't have gotten hurt if it weren't for me."
He shook his head. "It's not your fault. And I'm fine." She swallowed. "Are you hurt?"
She shook her head, and took the ice pack off his neck, putting it back in the first aid kit. He hesitantly reached out and touched her cheek. At first she flinched, and he almost took it back, but then he saw her close her eyes and lean her head into it. A tear fell onto his hand and she opened her eyes and sat up again. "I'm sorry about all this. Really. It's not your problem. You shouldn't have to-"
"Dawn," he said. "I grew up in a hell dimension. I've waited my whole life to find someone who understood what that was like." He looked at her and he knew. But he would wait for her. He wouldn't kiss her first. She leaned over and kissed him, and then she rested her forehead on his. Angel and the gang opened the door and they separated. Noticing his son's bruised neck, Angel looked at him worriedly. "What happened?"
"Demon," said Connor.
"What kind of demon?" asked Angel.
Connor shrugged. "I'd never seen it before."
"Well what did it look like?" asked Angel.
"Big...ugly..." Connor shrugged again.
"Dawn?" asked Angel.
She looked down. "I don't remember."
Angel sighed. "Fine. You guys okay?"
They nodded. Angel went upstairs. They just sat there, whispering, until everyone had gone to bed or left, and then Dawn settled against him again. "I'm glad you're here," she said sleepily.
"Me too." END.
Dawn wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but she was pinned against a wall, with one of his hands covering her mouth, and the other sliding up beneath her skirt. He was harshly whispering into her ear. "Why did you just leave me there Dawnie? You didn't think I'd just let my baby girl go did you? I found you. I knew you'd be here. Waiting for me." Then his mouth was on hers. He tasted like beer, too much beer. She put her hands on his chest in an effort to push off from him, but he just pulled her closer with one arm, his other hand off somewhere she tried to shut out, the way she always used to.
Spike ran around the corner of the building, where he saw a horrible scene playing out before his eyes. He pulled Riley off Dawn and punched him in the face harder than he had ever punched anyone. "Ow," he sighed, clutching his hand. Riley saw his opportunity and punched him several times before he could recover. "Spike!" Dawn screamed. She stood, unsure of what to do.
Connor ran outside when he heard Dawn scream. He ran to the side of the building where Riley was pummeling Spike. Connor hit Riley in the back of the head. Riley didn't react to Connor's punch, he only turned around and grabbed Connor by the neck, pinning him up against the wall of the hotel. Dawn ran back inside and Spike tried to get Riley's hands off of Connor's neck. He punched him again, but it was no use. Then there was a thwacking noise, and Riley's grip on Connor loosened suddenly. He dropped Connor to the ground as Dawn removed Angel's axe from his back. He fell to the ground as Dawn repeatedly chopped at him.
Spike and Connor watched for a minute before Spike said quietly, "That's enough bit." Riley was good and dead, and he didn't want Dawn to get hurt from this any more than she had to. Murder does things to people. To humans anyway. She dropped the axe to the ground. Connor coughed.
"You kids get inside," said Spike. "I'll take care of this."
"What are you gonna do with it?" asked Dawn quietly, staring at Riley's remains.
"Don't worry about it. Just go inside and get cleaned up. And try not to mention it.to Angel or anyone.alright?" Connor and Dawn nodded. They parted ways. They went inside. "Here," said Dawn. "You sit," she gestured to the round blue couch in the lobby, "and I'll get the first aid kit." Connor nodded and she left for a minute. She came back, sat next to him and started cleaning a cut on his hand.
He watched as she tried to squeeze Neosporin onto a band-aid. Her hand was shaking so badly that she couldn't get the band-aid to cover the right place on his hand.
"Stop," he said. He took the band-aid from her and put it on his hand. She took out an ice-pack and started icing his neck. He watched her face. She looked so beautiful. And sad.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?"
"You wouldn't have gotten hurt if it weren't for me."
He shook his head. "It's not your fault. And I'm fine." She swallowed. "Are you hurt?"
She shook her head, and took the ice pack off his neck, putting it back in the first aid kit. He hesitantly reached out and touched her cheek. At first she flinched, and he almost took it back, but then he saw her close her eyes and lean her head into it. A tear fell onto his hand and she opened her eyes and sat up again. "I'm sorry about all this. Really. It's not your problem. You shouldn't have to-"
"Dawn," he said. "I grew up in a hell dimension. I've waited my whole life to find someone who understood what that was like." He looked at her and he knew. But he would wait for her. He wouldn't kiss her first. She leaned over and kissed him, and then she rested her forehead on his. Angel and the gang opened the door and they separated. Noticing his son's bruised neck, Angel looked at him worriedly. "What happened?"
"Demon," said Connor.
"What kind of demon?" asked Angel.
Connor shrugged. "I'd never seen it before."
"Well what did it look like?" asked Angel.
"Big...ugly..." Connor shrugged again.
"Dawn?" asked Angel.
She looked down. "I don't remember."
Angel sighed. "Fine. You guys okay?"
They nodded. Angel went upstairs. They just sat there, whispering, until everyone had gone to bed or left, and then Dawn settled against him again. "I'm glad you're here," she said sleepily.
"Me too." END.