Hey. This is a rather long chapter, and some of it is song fic….i don't think there will be any more of those but, you never know right? I've never really done this kinda chapter before, so tell me what u think!!!! If you've never heard the song (shock horror!) its 'Come Together' by the Beatles and I totally suggest you listen to it.....for both understanding this chapter and your own benefit!!! C x
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"We're going dancing. Fights always leave me wanting to wind down. Go back if you want, but I'm going dancing." Spike just followed her until they came to a heavy metal door. Dawn sung it open and Spike stalked after Dawn into the club.
Dawn reached the bar and ordered two tequila slammers. Before Spike could protest she commanded him to,
"Shut up and drink." After they had downed the two shots Dawn moved onto the dance floor and Spike stayed leaning on the bar, surveying the talent. There was an interesting blond making eyes at him from the dance floor whilst her hands roamed her delectable body and a redhead on the other side of the bar smiling shyly at him. Finally his eyes settled on Dawn. Little Dawnie. She wasn't so little anymore. She'd let her hair fall completely out of the bun and currently had three men surrounding her, burning a path over her body with their eyes whilst dancing extremely close to her, hands begging to touch. The song was slowly ending and Spike couldn't explain why he was becoming angrier and angrier watching Dawn and the other men. She shouldn't be dancing like that with anyone! How dare she? What would Buffy say?! Buffy's dead you plonker! Spike's mind babble exploded in frenzy and he finally came to the conclusion that he was as possessive over Dawn as he had been when she was 14. Except she wasn't 14 anymore, and she certainly didn't do that when she was 14. He saw her body rubbed up against two of the men at once, whilst her hands were wrapping themselves around the third's neck. Every time one of them reached for her she danced around their hands elegantly, never allowing them contact. They truly were putty in her hands; suddenly the thought occurred to him that he wouldn't have minded being that putty! Crap. Gotta stop thinking like that Spike my boy. Finally he convinced himself that he was truly just being protective. He watched her grow up, watched her become a woman. He had to keep reminding himself that she was a woman now. And women could do that if they so wished. Oh sod that!
Spike stormed onto the dance floor and pushed himself through the throng of men surrounding her. He swung her into his arms and heard the disgruntled men swearing at him but finally they turned, evidently to find other willing women. He leant into her ear, whispering,
"While I'm here, you're not dancing with anyone else. Especially like that!" She stared at him for a moment, eyebrow raised.
"God, overprotective much? You're not my father, or my big brother…or anything else related to me for that matter of fact. Not anymore." Her tone was harsh but he didn't protest or even retaliate, just held her arm firmly in place.
"You know what? Fine. While you're here I won't dance with anyone else, but I'm dancing, no matter what." His stare continued. There was a melodious, seductive beet drilling through the bowels of the club now, and Dawn cocked her head so as to listen intently.
HERE COME OLD FLAT TOP
HERE COMES, GROOVIN' UP SLOWLY
HE GOT JOO JOO EYEBALL HE ONE
"What's this? Good music, definitely good music, but I gotta say, definitely strange." It was Spike's turn to cock his head but within a second an understanding expression dawned upon his face.
HOLY ROLLER HE'S GOT
"It's The Beatles you stupid chit. Christ, kids today, they don't have a clue."
HAIR DOWN TO HIS KNEE
But his sentence had gone un-noticed as Dawn's body had dropped harshly, her hands going to her knees and then slowly tracing a path back up her swaying form.
GOT TO BE A JOKER HE JUST
DO WHAT HE PLEASE
Her hands followed through until they were raised high in the air and her hips gyrated sensuously.
HE WEAR NO SHOE SHINE, HE GOT
TOE JAM FOOTBALL, HE'S GOT
FUNNY FINGER HE SHOOT, COCA-COLA HE SAYS
Spike stood in awe for a second or two, until he raised a balled fist to his mouth and coughed awkwardly, looking about at the people around him. Dawnie, Dawnie, Dawnie. He kept repeating the name as if to remind himself of something.
I KNOW YOU, YOU KNOW ME
ONE THING I CAN TELL YOU IS YOU GOT O BE FREE
Finally his demon overrode his brain functions. Grabbing her hips fiercely he pulled her still rolling body into his own. Then, in a breathy voice, he whispered into her ear.
COME TOGETHER RIGHT NOW, OVER ME
"You shouldn't dance like that with little boys around, kid."
"Your not a little boy though are you?" Her body moved into his and she turned her self around, his hand gliding of her flat stomach.
HE BAG PRODUCTION, HE'S GOT, WALRUS GOOMBOOT
HE'S GOT, O-NO, SIDE-BOARD HE WANTS
SPINAL CRACKER HE'S GOT
HOLD YOU IN HIS ARMCHAIR YOU CAN FEEL HIS DISEASE
"Don't play games with me, Bit."
"You're the one who said I wasn't allowed to play with anyone else." Her hand slipped around the back of his neck and she grabbed a handful of his hair roughly, as if to remind them both of who they were, as if to make him realise that he couldn't control her. This time his voice was more of a growl.
COME TOGETHER,RIGHT NOW,OVER ME, RIGHT
"You keep acting like this when you're around humans, you're going to get yourself hurt, so playing with demons is not a good idea, princess." A sardonic smile settled on her face, she could feel his straining length pressing into her back.
HE ROLLER COASTER HE GOT, EARLY WARNING
Her fingernails scraped a light path down the side of his neck, over his pulse point.
"I don't think you realise who you're dealing with, Spike," she turned in his arms, as his hands slipped to her constantly moving hips, her finger burned a path down his chest and traced the waistband of his leather trousers.
HE'S GO, MUDDY WATER HE WANTS
MOJO FILTER HE SAY
Dawn brought her face up to just millimetres from him and watched his eyes trace the outline of her lips, suddenly she pulled back, feigning innocence,
"After all, I am your platelet, remember? Buffy's little sister?"
GOT TO BE GOOD LOOKING 'CAUSE HE'S SO HARD TO SEE
COME TOGETHER, RIGHT NOW, OVER ME,
With that a change in mood descended upon her immediately and she turned, storming out of the club, as the final beats of the song dyed away and another started up.
Spike followed her out into the street and saw her turn a corner. He raced after her, grabbing her roughly. She spun into him and he almost growled,
"What the hell was all that about?" She looked at him, her eyes deep, yet unyielding.
"Spike, you're hurting me." He just raised an eyebrow at her, but after they had stood like that for about a minute, a long agonising minute, he released the pressure on her arm, still holding her firmly though.
"You know, you forgot about me. Forgot all about protecting me as soon as she came back. But you loved her, I get that, you truly loved her. So I forgave you, I lost probably one of the only true friends I ever had but I didn't argue. Then you tried to rape her, and I hated you for doing that, but more than that, I hated you for leaving me to be able to do that. And then the First happened and whatever went on, whatever feelings there were between you guys, they seemed real. You loved her, she didn't love you though, but at least she respected you. And you died, like dead dead, not just dead. And you didn't tell her when you came back, she loved you, maybe she wasn't in love with you, but she loved you, and you didn't even tell her. So everything that happened, you forgetting all about me, I may be being petty, but hey that's life, not that you would know much about that, everything that happened, and you've already forgotten that all consuming love. Someone tempting comes along, and you're more than willing to play a little rough and tumble, so I gotta ask myself, was the only reason you left me, so that you could get some, the one friend I thought I truly made on my own, not my sister's friend but mine, and you left me for her, but not just her, sex. You forgot about me for sex and you've forgotten about her for sex. Sister for sister, is that it? I knew you were a demon Spike, but I never thought you were that low. You weren't there and being there at fourteen doesn't give you the right to tell me how I should be acting now." His grip on her had disappeared now, but she couldn't tell if he was angry, or upset.
"Your babbling Pidgeon, you're not making any sense."
"No, I may not be, but you know what I mean." She almost spat the sentence at him.
"You know what Summers? Think what you want, the truth never matters to you lot, you're the same as you're sister, she always thought what she wanted." He was snarling now. Dawn nearly cowered away but held her ground defiantly, whilst he stalked ever so slowly to her, until she finally relented and started back towards the wall behind her. "I made mistakes. Sure, I shouldn't have left you, but I did, and I can't take that back now. As for love. I loved you're sister, but you can only love someone for so long without getting anything in return. Sex, or should I say fucking, isn't enough, no matter what anyone says. At the end, there was something, but it wasn't love. She wouldn't want me pining after her until the end of time, and quite frankly, theres nothing to pine after any more. Buffy was a bloody amazing woman. But she's dead, I wasn't in love with her when she died, and she wasn't in love with me. As for you, throwing yourself around in there like that, what do you expect a guy to do. I am a demon Summers, and you'd better not forget it. I'll tell you how to act because I can. That's that. I looked after you when you were fourteen, and as far as I'm concerned, the promise I made still stands, I may have neglected it, but I never forgot it." He finally stood up straighter. Dawn was shaking. He dragged her out of the alley and onto the main street, throwing an arm around her shoulders.
"We're going back to the poofs." Dawn made to throw him off her but his arm tightened fiercely and he flashed his fangs.
"You can come willingly or I can drain enough to leave you unconscious. You're choice."
"You wouldn't"
"Try me." There was no emotion in his voice and there was something almost terrifying about that. Dawns struggles stopped. When they got to the car Spike threw her into the passenger's seat and slid behind the wheel. She stopped herself short of saying something when she saw the look on his face. They reached Angel's building and Dawn got out of the car and retrieved her things from the back, before disappearing inside.
COME TOGETHER, YEAH
COME TOGETHER, YEAH
COME TOGETHER, YEAH
COME TOGETHER, YEAH
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"We're going dancing. Fights always leave me wanting to wind down. Go back if you want, but I'm going dancing." Spike just followed her until they came to a heavy metal door. Dawn sung it open and Spike stalked after Dawn into the club.
Dawn reached the bar and ordered two tequila slammers. Before Spike could protest she commanded him to,
"Shut up and drink." After they had downed the two shots Dawn moved onto the dance floor and Spike stayed leaning on the bar, surveying the talent. There was an interesting blond making eyes at him from the dance floor whilst her hands roamed her delectable body and a redhead on the other side of the bar smiling shyly at him. Finally his eyes settled on Dawn. Little Dawnie. She wasn't so little anymore. She'd let her hair fall completely out of the bun and currently had three men surrounding her, burning a path over her body with their eyes whilst dancing extremely close to her, hands begging to touch. The song was slowly ending and Spike couldn't explain why he was becoming angrier and angrier watching Dawn and the other men. She shouldn't be dancing like that with anyone! How dare she? What would Buffy say?! Buffy's dead you plonker! Spike's mind babble exploded in frenzy and he finally came to the conclusion that he was as possessive over Dawn as he had been when she was 14. Except she wasn't 14 anymore, and she certainly didn't do that when she was 14. He saw her body rubbed up against two of the men at once, whilst her hands were wrapping themselves around the third's neck. Every time one of them reached for her she danced around their hands elegantly, never allowing them contact. They truly were putty in her hands; suddenly the thought occurred to him that he wouldn't have minded being that putty! Crap. Gotta stop thinking like that Spike my boy. Finally he convinced himself that he was truly just being protective. He watched her grow up, watched her become a woman. He had to keep reminding himself that she was a woman now. And women could do that if they so wished. Oh sod that!
Spike stormed onto the dance floor and pushed himself through the throng of men surrounding her. He swung her into his arms and heard the disgruntled men swearing at him but finally they turned, evidently to find other willing women. He leant into her ear, whispering,
"While I'm here, you're not dancing with anyone else. Especially like that!" She stared at him for a moment, eyebrow raised.
"God, overprotective much? You're not my father, or my big brother…or anything else related to me for that matter of fact. Not anymore." Her tone was harsh but he didn't protest or even retaliate, just held her arm firmly in place.
"You know what? Fine. While you're here I won't dance with anyone else, but I'm dancing, no matter what." His stare continued. There was a melodious, seductive beet drilling through the bowels of the club now, and Dawn cocked her head so as to listen intently.
HERE COME OLD FLAT TOP
HERE COMES, GROOVIN' UP SLOWLY
HE GOT JOO JOO EYEBALL HE ONE
"What's this? Good music, definitely good music, but I gotta say, definitely strange." It was Spike's turn to cock his head but within a second an understanding expression dawned upon his face.
HOLY ROLLER HE'S GOT
"It's The Beatles you stupid chit. Christ, kids today, they don't have a clue."
HAIR DOWN TO HIS KNEE
But his sentence had gone un-noticed as Dawn's body had dropped harshly, her hands going to her knees and then slowly tracing a path back up her swaying form.
GOT TO BE A JOKER HE JUST
DO WHAT HE PLEASE
Her hands followed through until they were raised high in the air and her hips gyrated sensuously.
HE WEAR NO SHOE SHINE, HE GOT
TOE JAM FOOTBALL, HE'S GOT
FUNNY FINGER HE SHOOT, COCA-COLA HE SAYS
Spike stood in awe for a second or two, until he raised a balled fist to his mouth and coughed awkwardly, looking about at the people around him. Dawnie, Dawnie, Dawnie. He kept repeating the name as if to remind himself of something.
I KNOW YOU, YOU KNOW ME
ONE THING I CAN TELL YOU IS YOU GOT O BE FREE
Finally his demon overrode his brain functions. Grabbing her hips fiercely he pulled her still rolling body into his own. Then, in a breathy voice, he whispered into her ear.
COME TOGETHER RIGHT NOW, OVER ME
"You shouldn't dance like that with little boys around, kid."
"Your not a little boy though are you?" Her body moved into his and she turned her self around, his hand gliding of her flat stomach.
HE BAG PRODUCTION, HE'S GOT, WALRUS GOOMBOOT
HE'S GOT, O-NO, SIDE-BOARD HE WANTS
SPINAL CRACKER HE'S GOT
HOLD YOU IN HIS ARMCHAIR YOU CAN FEEL HIS DISEASE
"Don't play games with me, Bit."
"You're the one who said I wasn't allowed to play with anyone else." Her hand slipped around the back of his neck and she grabbed a handful of his hair roughly, as if to remind them both of who they were, as if to make him realise that he couldn't control her. This time his voice was more of a growl.
COME TOGETHER,RIGHT NOW,OVER ME, RIGHT
"You keep acting like this when you're around humans, you're going to get yourself hurt, so playing with demons is not a good idea, princess." A sardonic smile settled on her face, she could feel his straining length pressing into her back.
HE ROLLER COASTER HE GOT, EARLY WARNING
Her fingernails scraped a light path down the side of his neck, over his pulse point.
"I don't think you realise who you're dealing with, Spike," she turned in his arms, as his hands slipped to her constantly moving hips, her finger burned a path down his chest and traced the waistband of his leather trousers.
HE'S GO, MUDDY WATER HE WANTS
MOJO FILTER HE SAY
Dawn brought her face up to just millimetres from him and watched his eyes trace the outline of her lips, suddenly she pulled back, feigning innocence,
"After all, I am your platelet, remember? Buffy's little sister?"
GOT TO BE GOOD LOOKING 'CAUSE HE'S SO HARD TO SEE
COME TOGETHER, RIGHT NOW, OVER ME,
With that a change in mood descended upon her immediately and she turned, storming out of the club, as the final beats of the song dyed away and another started up.
Spike followed her out into the street and saw her turn a corner. He raced after her, grabbing her roughly. She spun into him and he almost growled,
"What the hell was all that about?" She looked at him, her eyes deep, yet unyielding.
"Spike, you're hurting me." He just raised an eyebrow at her, but after they had stood like that for about a minute, a long agonising minute, he released the pressure on her arm, still holding her firmly though.
"You know, you forgot about me. Forgot all about protecting me as soon as she came back. But you loved her, I get that, you truly loved her. So I forgave you, I lost probably one of the only true friends I ever had but I didn't argue. Then you tried to rape her, and I hated you for doing that, but more than that, I hated you for leaving me to be able to do that. And then the First happened and whatever went on, whatever feelings there were between you guys, they seemed real. You loved her, she didn't love you though, but at least she respected you. And you died, like dead dead, not just dead. And you didn't tell her when you came back, she loved you, maybe she wasn't in love with you, but she loved you, and you didn't even tell her. So everything that happened, you forgetting all about me, I may be being petty, but hey that's life, not that you would know much about that, everything that happened, and you've already forgotten that all consuming love. Someone tempting comes along, and you're more than willing to play a little rough and tumble, so I gotta ask myself, was the only reason you left me, so that you could get some, the one friend I thought I truly made on my own, not my sister's friend but mine, and you left me for her, but not just her, sex. You forgot about me for sex and you've forgotten about her for sex. Sister for sister, is that it? I knew you were a demon Spike, but I never thought you were that low. You weren't there and being there at fourteen doesn't give you the right to tell me how I should be acting now." His grip on her had disappeared now, but she couldn't tell if he was angry, or upset.
"Your babbling Pidgeon, you're not making any sense."
"No, I may not be, but you know what I mean." She almost spat the sentence at him.
"You know what Summers? Think what you want, the truth never matters to you lot, you're the same as you're sister, she always thought what she wanted." He was snarling now. Dawn nearly cowered away but held her ground defiantly, whilst he stalked ever so slowly to her, until she finally relented and started back towards the wall behind her. "I made mistakes. Sure, I shouldn't have left you, but I did, and I can't take that back now. As for love. I loved you're sister, but you can only love someone for so long without getting anything in return. Sex, or should I say fucking, isn't enough, no matter what anyone says. At the end, there was something, but it wasn't love. She wouldn't want me pining after her until the end of time, and quite frankly, theres nothing to pine after any more. Buffy was a bloody amazing woman. But she's dead, I wasn't in love with her when she died, and she wasn't in love with me. As for you, throwing yourself around in there like that, what do you expect a guy to do. I am a demon Summers, and you'd better not forget it. I'll tell you how to act because I can. That's that. I looked after you when you were fourteen, and as far as I'm concerned, the promise I made still stands, I may have neglected it, but I never forgot it." He finally stood up straighter. Dawn was shaking. He dragged her out of the alley and onto the main street, throwing an arm around her shoulders.
"We're going back to the poofs." Dawn made to throw him off her but his arm tightened fiercely and he flashed his fangs.
"You can come willingly or I can drain enough to leave you unconscious. You're choice."
"You wouldn't"
"Try me." There was no emotion in his voice and there was something almost terrifying about that. Dawns struggles stopped. When they got to the car Spike threw her into the passenger's seat and slid behind the wheel. She stopped herself short of saying something when she saw the look on his face. They reached Angel's building and Dawn got out of the car and retrieved her things from the back, before disappearing inside.
COME TOGETHER, YEAH
COME TOGETHER, YEAH
COME TOGETHER, YEAH
COME TOGETHER, YEAH