Hearing Spike's sobs, Dawn got out of bed and padded down the hall to her
mom's-Spike, she told herself-Spike's room. But it was empty; the sobs came
from next door. Buffy's room, a room she hadn't been in for 132 days. She
peeked her head in and her broken hear skipped a beat when she saw him.
Doubled over in grief, head in hands, tears of blood streaming down his
chisled face.
Memories of the night-or was it morning?-came rushing back to her.
You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong.
Tears of her own welled up in her own eyes and she slipped into the room quietly. Dawn unconsciously held her breat has she took a seat next to her guardian.
Be brave. Live. For me.
Remebering her sister's last words, the girl enveloped Spike in her arms. His strong body was quaking from the sobs, distracting him enough so that he was only partially aware of the warm, strong arms around him. Dawn gently laid him down so his head was in her lap and she cooed and whispered while rubbing his back in an effort to calm him. She was so concerned with comforting the vampire, she was only vaugly aware of being in Buffy's room.
Slowly, Spike's sobs subsided and he lifted his head wearily. He glanced around the room again and found himself fighting tears once again. The soothing caress of Dawn's hand on his back brought him crashing to reality. his blood shot eyes took in the now red sheets, Dawn's blood-stained lap, his bloody hands and the girl's eyes. Those sweet doe eyes, so full of strength and pain and heartache.
In that singular moment, Spike saw how much of Buffy was in his Dawn.
Memories of the night-or was it morning?-came rushing back to her.
You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong.
Tears of her own welled up in her own eyes and she slipped into the room quietly. Dawn unconsciously held her breat has she took a seat next to her guardian.
Be brave. Live. For me.
Remebering her sister's last words, the girl enveloped Spike in her arms. His strong body was quaking from the sobs, distracting him enough so that he was only partially aware of the warm, strong arms around him. Dawn gently laid him down so his head was in her lap and she cooed and whispered while rubbing his back in an effort to calm him. She was so concerned with comforting the vampire, she was only vaugly aware of being in Buffy's room.
Slowly, Spike's sobs subsided and he lifted his head wearily. He glanced around the room again and found himself fighting tears once again. The soothing caress of Dawn's hand on his back brought him crashing to reality. his blood shot eyes took in the now red sheets, Dawn's blood-stained lap, his bloody hands and the girl's eyes. Those sweet doe eyes, so full of strength and pain and heartache.
In that singular moment, Spike saw how much of Buffy was in his Dawn.