Sorry this is so short….more soon!!!! Char x
Dawn awoke; the large comforter nestled around her reassuringly. She rolled over and looked at the room she was in. She hadn't taken much time to acknowledge it the night before. The night before, it was all coming back to her now. She groaned almost instantly and reached up too rub her eyes. The room was cream and red. Blood red, she noticed with a hint of irony. The comforter was a mixture of the two colours and she lay in a grand oak four-poster. There was a dark mahogany dresser on the left and the door was on the right. Further into the room there was a sofa and a closet. Overall, it was a very rich room, one designed for company. She kinda liked it.
Rolling out of bed she moved over to the window, there were heavy curtains drawn, ones that refused any light. Pulling them back, she noticed that it was dusk. From her window she could overlook the city. The night-lights hadn't come on yet, but there were cars buzzing as ants in an anthill. People strolled the seats below, moving about their business. Dawn ran a hand through her long brunette hair. She was wearing a wife-beater shirt that Angel had leant her and a pair of men's boxers that Angel had said she would find in the room. Dawn stepped out into the corridor and visually explored her surroundings. It was strange to be in somewhere so upper class after the years she had spent slumming it. She had the money; she just didn't use it. Dawn finally came across the stairs she had come up last night. Venturing down she heard Angel's distinctive voice, talking to Wesley. Moving into the room the sounds where coming from she tentatively opened the door. Wesley was sitting behind a large, cluttered desk. From what Dawn could decipher, there were ancient texts spread across it, a laptop and several documents being spurted from a printer. Two heads turned her way.
"Morning? Em, I'm not intruding am I?"
"Don't be stupid Dawn, come in, have a seat. Would you like coffee? I can't say it will be even remotely drinkable, but I can offer?" Wesley smiled at the girl, "I must admit, my coffee making skills are even more dire than Corde-" Wesley stopped mind sentence, muttered something along the lines of 'aw well, yes, coffee?' to which she nodded and he swiftly left the room. Dawn turned to Angel, who wasn't looking at her face but rather his eyes were fixated on her barely clad form.
"Angel?" He swallowed, hard.
"Dawn, eh, yeah. Sleep well?" There was a loud banging of a door upstairs and heavy boots could be heard coming down the stairs.
"Spike?" Dawn asked Angel, and he nodded slightly. Suddenly the door through which Dawn had entered was swung open and a bustle of leather swept into the room.
"Peaches! Peaches, what the hell do you - " Spike stopped dead when he saw Dawn standing there in Angel's shirt and a pair of men's boxers. His eyes flashed yellow before his whole body bristled. He looked between the two and Angel stepped into his sightline.
"Are you okay Spike?"
"Never better, Angelus keep you nice and cosy last night, Dawnie?" Spike scoffed at the girl who was now leaning on a desk. This time her eyes flashed with anger and she stepped up to other vampire and threw him against the back wall, which he slid down, laughing. She stepped up to him and he rose to face her. Angel stepped between the two for the second time that evening and threw Spike a disgusted look.
"I lent her something to sleep in, she stayed in one of the guest rooms, Spike, not that it's any of your business." At this Spike stepped menacingly closer to Angel.
"I was going to ask you to accompany Dawn to her place to pick up her things, as I have a few things to attend to, but I'm not so sure that's a good idea. Dawn, do you mind going alone?" Angel turned to Dawn, an apologetic look upon his features.
"Oh, no. What things is it you have to attend to oh almighty one?" Spike's sarcastic demeanour had never been more forefront, the content of what he was saying didn't seem to matter, he was intent on insulting somebody if he had to speak.
"Some Grogner demons, actually Spike, unless you'd like to do it for me, so I can accompany Dawn? There in the sewers, by the way." Angel was sugary sweet. Spike recoiled.
"Don't think so mate, I don't fancy sewer stench on top of slime ball scum from a group of Grogners." He was as acidic as ever and the two men only realised Dawn was still there when she stepped to the forefront.
"Hello? I'm not a sodding baby here; I don't need accompaniment to get my things. I'm more than capable of doing it on my own. Problem solved." At this Spike turned incredulously to Dawn.
"Hell no. All we need is for you to go out and get yourself killed. Your being of the accompanied even if it means I have to waste my time to come with you." Dawn's mouth dropped open. Angel smiled and turned to Dawn.
"Just put up with him for now, okay. I'll see you both later." He disappeared and Dawn started to protest, but before she could say anything Spike had grabbed her arm and pulled her out the room, instructing her to 'get some bloody clothes on and hurry up.'
Wesley came in at that point, realising the room was empty, holding a steaming cup of coffee.
"Hello?"
Dawn awoke; the large comforter nestled around her reassuringly. She rolled over and looked at the room she was in. She hadn't taken much time to acknowledge it the night before. The night before, it was all coming back to her now. She groaned almost instantly and reached up too rub her eyes. The room was cream and red. Blood red, she noticed with a hint of irony. The comforter was a mixture of the two colours and she lay in a grand oak four-poster. There was a dark mahogany dresser on the left and the door was on the right. Further into the room there was a sofa and a closet. Overall, it was a very rich room, one designed for company. She kinda liked it.
Rolling out of bed she moved over to the window, there were heavy curtains drawn, ones that refused any light. Pulling them back, she noticed that it was dusk. From her window she could overlook the city. The night-lights hadn't come on yet, but there were cars buzzing as ants in an anthill. People strolled the seats below, moving about their business. Dawn ran a hand through her long brunette hair. She was wearing a wife-beater shirt that Angel had leant her and a pair of men's boxers that Angel had said she would find in the room. Dawn stepped out into the corridor and visually explored her surroundings. It was strange to be in somewhere so upper class after the years she had spent slumming it. She had the money; she just didn't use it. Dawn finally came across the stairs she had come up last night. Venturing down she heard Angel's distinctive voice, talking to Wesley. Moving into the room the sounds where coming from she tentatively opened the door. Wesley was sitting behind a large, cluttered desk. From what Dawn could decipher, there were ancient texts spread across it, a laptop and several documents being spurted from a printer. Two heads turned her way.
"Morning? Em, I'm not intruding am I?"
"Don't be stupid Dawn, come in, have a seat. Would you like coffee? I can't say it will be even remotely drinkable, but I can offer?" Wesley smiled at the girl, "I must admit, my coffee making skills are even more dire than Corde-" Wesley stopped mind sentence, muttered something along the lines of 'aw well, yes, coffee?' to which she nodded and he swiftly left the room. Dawn turned to Angel, who wasn't looking at her face but rather his eyes were fixated on her barely clad form.
"Angel?" He swallowed, hard.
"Dawn, eh, yeah. Sleep well?" There was a loud banging of a door upstairs and heavy boots could be heard coming down the stairs.
"Spike?" Dawn asked Angel, and he nodded slightly. Suddenly the door through which Dawn had entered was swung open and a bustle of leather swept into the room.
"Peaches! Peaches, what the hell do you - " Spike stopped dead when he saw Dawn standing there in Angel's shirt and a pair of men's boxers. His eyes flashed yellow before his whole body bristled. He looked between the two and Angel stepped into his sightline.
"Are you okay Spike?"
"Never better, Angelus keep you nice and cosy last night, Dawnie?" Spike scoffed at the girl who was now leaning on a desk. This time her eyes flashed with anger and she stepped up to other vampire and threw him against the back wall, which he slid down, laughing. She stepped up to him and he rose to face her. Angel stepped between the two for the second time that evening and threw Spike a disgusted look.
"I lent her something to sleep in, she stayed in one of the guest rooms, Spike, not that it's any of your business." At this Spike stepped menacingly closer to Angel.
"I was going to ask you to accompany Dawn to her place to pick up her things, as I have a few things to attend to, but I'm not so sure that's a good idea. Dawn, do you mind going alone?" Angel turned to Dawn, an apologetic look upon his features.
"Oh, no. What things is it you have to attend to oh almighty one?" Spike's sarcastic demeanour had never been more forefront, the content of what he was saying didn't seem to matter, he was intent on insulting somebody if he had to speak.
"Some Grogner demons, actually Spike, unless you'd like to do it for me, so I can accompany Dawn? There in the sewers, by the way." Angel was sugary sweet. Spike recoiled.
"Don't think so mate, I don't fancy sewer stench on top of slime ball scum from a group of Grogners." He was as acidic as ever and the two men only realised Dawn was still there when she stepped to the forefront.
"Hello? I'm not a sodding baby here; I don't need accompaniment to get my things. I'm more than capable of doing it on my own. Problem solved." At this Spike turned incredulously to Dawn.
"Hell no. All we need is for you to go out and get yourself killed. Your being of the accompanied even if it means I have to waste my time to come with you." Dawn's mouth dropped open. Angel smiled and turned to Dawn.
"Just put up with him for now, okay. I'll see you both later." He disappeared and Dawn started to protest, but before she could say anything Spike had grabbed her arm and pulled her out the room, instructing her to 'get some bloody clothes on and hurry up.'
Wesley came in at that point, realising the room was empty, holding a steaming cup of coffee.
"Hello?"