Part 13
It was almost dark. She'd be up soon. She would be hungry. Spike was starting to have second thoughts on siring Dawn now. His own hunger needs were held back by the stupid bloody chip in his head. When she rose, Dawn would be a new vampire without a soul, without a conscience. She could hunt, maim, torture, kill - and on top of that she could enjoy it.
She knew the quirks of all the Scoobies, what made them tick...
He paced around in his crypt watching Dawn who lay pale and still on top of the tomb in the centre of the place. He ached to grab the bottle of fresh, unopened Vodka in the fridge. But getting drunk wasn't going to solve the problem of vampire Dawn.
The rest of her stupid friends were going to go mental when they found out what he'd done.
"Wha..." A low mumble came from Dawn,
"Dawn?" Spike moved to her side watching her eyelids flutter.
Dawn groaned, sitting up slowly. As she did her face shifted, became the monstrous visage of a vampire. "I feel weird."
"Yeah. That's cause you're dead."
"Dead?" Dawn swung her legs round. "Oh." She sounded vague and distracted.
Spike's eyes rolled, silently praying Dawn would keep her sanity intact. One insane girlfriend had been enough to handle. "It was either this, or leave you to die, pet."
Dawn reached up and felt her face. "I'm...hungry."
"I'll go get you something. You stay here."
Dawn nodded, looking around as if she'd never seen the crypt before. "Be quick."
* * *
Dawn waited until she was sure Spike had left the cemetery. She opened the fridge, wincing at the packets of blood. She felt her facial features shifting - it was an extremely weird feeling but she needed her human face to hunt.
She wasn't a kid anymore. ^And never will be again^ she thought. She left the crypt, ready to explore Sunnydale as a vampire. Part of her was aware Willow and the others would be looking for each other. Janice was supposed to be covering for her, but they wouldn't believe her forever.
Scents wafted into her nose...the smell of small animals burrowing near by, a sickeningly sweet stench of rotting corpses in the ground. The night air itself had a clean, crisp scent, more distinct as she left cemetery. She noted other changes about herself too - her vision was sharper, clearer, while walking felt almost like floating.
"Hey babe, looking for a good time?"
Dawn's nose wrinkled at the mixed scents of cigarettes and alcohol on the greasy looking boy sauntering towards her. Tall and lankly, dressed in jeans and a torn red t-shirt with bushy ginger hair he didn't look very appealing to Dawn.
But Dawn wasn't seeing a guy to have fun with.
She saw him as food.
* * *
It was almost dark. She'd be up soon. She would be hungry. Spike was starting to have second thoughts on siring Dawn now. His own hunger needs were held back by the stupid bloody chip in his head. When she rose, Dawn would be a new vampire without a soul, without a conscience. She could hunt, maim, torture, kill - and on top of that she could enjoy it.
She knew the quirks of all the Scoobies, what made them tick...
He paced around in his crypt watching Dawn who lay pale and still on top of the tomb in the centre of the place. He ached to grab the bottle of fresh, unopened Vodka in the fridge. But getting drunk wasn't going to solve the problem of vampire Dawn.
The rest of her stupid friends were going to go mental when they found out what he'd done.
"Wha..." A low mumble came from Dawn,
"Dawn?" Spike moved to her side watching her eyelids flutter.
Dawn groaned, sitting up slowly. As she did her face shifted, became the monstrous visage of a vampire. "I feel weird."
"Yeah. That's cause you're dead."
"Dead?" Dawn swung her legs round. "Oh." She sounded vague and distracted.
Spike's eyes rolled, silently praying Dawn would keep her sanity intact. One insane girlfriend had been enough to handle. "It was either this, or leave you to die, pet."
Dawn reached up and felt her face. "I'm...hungry."
"I'll go get you something. You stay here."
Dawn nodded, looking around as if she'd never seen the crypt before. "Be quick."
* * *
Dawn waited until she was sure Spike had left the cemetery. She opened the fridge, wincing at the packets of blood. She felt her facial features shifting - it was an extremely weird feeling but she needed her human face to hunt.
She wasn't a kid anymore. ^And never will be again^ she thought. She left the crypt, ready to explore Sunnydale as a vampire. Part of her was aware Willow and the others would be looking for each other. Janice was supposed to be covering for her, but they wouldn't believe her forever.
Scents wafted into her nose...the smell of small animals burrowing near by, a sickeningly sweet stench of rotting corpses in the ground. The night air itself had a clean, crisp scent, more distinct as she left cemetery. She noted other changes about herself too - her vision was sharper, clearer, while walking felt almost like floating.
"Hey babe, looking for a good time?"
Dawn's nose wrinkled at the mixed scents of cigarettes and alcohol on the greasy looking boy sauntering towards her. Tall and lankly, dressed in jeans and a torn red t-shirt with bushy ginger hair he didn't look very appealing to Dawn.
But Dawn wasn't seeing a guy to have fun with.
She saw him as food.
* * *