Rhythm
"Dawn!" Buffy cursed as she parked her car in the car park at the back of the Rosenburg house. She rushed down the path that ran down the side of the tennis courts and round the pool to get to the summer house. The walls were practically thudding and thumping from the mass of music that rumbled through the house.
Buffy struggled with the bags of groceries as she tried the find her key. She clicked the door open and dropped the bags in surprise as a blast of dangerously loud music hit her. If you could call it music.
"Dawn!" she cried out, gathering the shopping back up. "Dawn! Turn that down right now!" She stormed through the house, dumping the brown paper bags in the kitchen on her way to the lounge.
Dawn was sprawled out on the lounge floor, eyes closed with a happy little smile on her face.
Buffy clambered over her little sister to switch off the accursed music.
The house filled with a silence in a split second. It took Dawn a moment to realise that it had been switched off.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"That was WAY too loud!" Buffy replied, completely outraged. !I could here it from the car hold!"
"But I was enjoying it," Dawn replied. "It's fun, you should try it some time."
"Try what?"
"I'll show you." Dawn crawled across the floor and patted the rug, signalling for Buffy to sit down with her.
"But-"
"Just do it!" she snapped.
Buffy nodded and followed her sisters request. Dawn was still a bit edgy from not having anything for a couple of months. That was nothing at all; no cigarettes, drugs, alcohol or glue.
"Now, close your eyes and relax." Dawn leant over and flicked the CD back on. The HIM song 'Funeral of Hearts' filled the house. "Now you gotta move to the beat."
Buffy watched in awe as her sister lay down and moved and wriggled to the slow, mournful beat of the rock music. Her hands intertwined round her black hair as her legs stretched, raised and then bent again. She carried on watching this weird dance for a while before joining in.
She was surprised how relaxing it felt, how easily and fluidly her body moved to the music that she'd previously considered as just hideous noise.
The song finished and instead of skipping to the next track the CD stopped. The sisters sat up in confusion.
"Very interesting dancing, pet," Spike said, raising an eyebrow.
"Spike!" Buffy jumped. "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough," he smirked. "Didn't want to disturb you. You were both so into it."
Buffy started to pat her hair back into place. "Right... I'd better go unpack the groceries."
"Already done that," Spike grinned. "I've been watching you two make fools of yourselves for quite some time."
"Don't dis' it 'til you've tried it!" Dawn snapped. She grabbed the CD out of the player and stormed upstairs.
"Dawn!" Buffy cursed as she parked her car in the car park at the back of the Rosenburg house. She rushed down the path that ran down the side of the tennis courts and round the pool to get to the summer house. The walls were practically thudding and thumping from the mass of music that rumbled through the house.
Buffy struggled with the bags of groceries as she tried the find her key. She clicked the door open and dropped the bags in surprise as a blast of dangerously loud music hit her. If you could call it music.
"Dawn!" she cried out, gathering the shopping back up. "Dawn! Turn that down right now!" She stormed through the house, dumping the brown paper bags in the kitchen on her way to the lounge.
Dawn was sprawled out on the lounge floor, eyes closed with a happy little smile on her face.
Buffy clambered over her little sister to switch off the accursed music.
The house filled with a silence in a split second. It took Dawn a moment to realise that it had been switched off.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"That was WAY too loud!" Buffy replied, completely outraged. !I could here it from the car hold!"
"But I was enjoying it," Dawn replied. "It's fun, you should try it some time."
"Try what?"
"I'll show you." Dawn crawled across the floor and patted the rug, signalling for Buffy to sit down with her.
"But-"
"Just do it!" she snapped.
Buffy nodded and followed her sisters request. Dawn was still a bit edgy from not having anything for a couple of months. That was nothing at all; no cigarettes, drugs, alcohol or glue.
"Now, close your eyes and relax." Dawn leant over and flicked the CD back on. The HIM song 'Funeral of Hearts' filled the house. "Now you gotta move to the beat."
Buffy watched in awe as her sister lay down and moved and wriggled to the slow, mournful beat of the rock music. Her hands intertwined round her black hair as her legs stretched, raised and then bent again. She carried on watching this weird dance for a while before joining in.
She was surprised how relaxing it felt, how easily and fluidly her body moved to the music that she'd previously considered as just hideous noise.
The song finished and instead of skipping to the next track the CD stopped. The sisters sat up in confusion.
"Very interesting dancing, pet," Spike said, raising an eyebrow.
"Spike!" Buffy jumped. "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough," he smirked. "Didn't want to disturb you. You were both so into it."
Buffy started to pat her hair back into place. "Right... I'd better go unpack the groceries."
"Already done that," Spike grinned. "I've been watching you two make fools of yourselves for quite some time."
"Don't dis' it 'til you've tried it!" Dawn snapped. She grabbed the CD out of the player and stormed upstairs.