Sorry it's taken so bloody long, been totally swamped!!!! Thnax so much for all the brilliant feed back…I was reading it and it convinced me to write another chappy on the spot!!!! And beenieweenie I plan on exploring some more of dawn's past in future plot and chapters!! Just so you know :D Glad to hear that someone else thinks that could be intriguing too! I know this chapter is a bit blaise but there will be more action soon!! Promise! Cx
Dawn slept until the early afternoon, and woke only when she heard footsteps pass her door. Rising she grabbed a towel that she presumed had been left there by Angel, left her room, went down the corridor and into the bathroom. Her thoughts flicked back and forth over the events of the night before. Spike, had he been right? No, he hadn't. Besides she was a fully grown women, she was most certainly not acting like a brat. And he had said he would drain her, bastard, and he had called her Summers. He called her Summers? It occurred to Dawn that he had never called her that before, she wasn't sure if he'd ever called Buffy it before either, but he hadn't sounded happy saying it. He had almost spit the word out. She wasn't going to think about Spike, he could go and screw himself. Right now it was her, her life, her world and her. If Spike didn't like it, then that was just icing on the cake because if he thought he was going to be looking after her, he was seriously mistaken, something he'd realise soon enough whilst she ran some pretty certain circles around him.
Dawn scrubbed the apricot shampoo into her scalp harshly yet in such a way she couldn't help but sigh with content. She rinsed her hair out and washed herself before stepping out of the shower, lightly towel drying her hair and wrapping the towel loosely around herself. Dawn stepped out of the bathroom and started back to her room. Unfortunately in her haste she bumped into the one person she most definitely did not want to see.
Spike growled at the body that had gotten in his way and when he saw who it was he became even angrier. She was walking around in towel. A bloody towel!!! What the hell was she thinking? He brushed past her violently and carried on without a word. Dawn watched him go before rolling her eyes and returning to her bedroom. Dawn yanked on some clothes and ran a brush through her hair. She left her room and bounded down the stairs to see where everybody was.
Dawn bumped into Wesley when she got to the bottom of the stairs.
"Wes-mi-ster! Hows it going?" Dawn grinned broadly and Wesley looked at her rather startled for a moment, before his expression turned to confused and then dubious. He laughed nonethelees.
"Not awful, Dawn. It is never quite awful." Dawn smiled almost sadly.
"That's nice Wes, what is it? A motto? Not something I can see so clearly though." Wesley put a hand to her arm and squeezed gently, which surprised Dawn no ends, Wesley wasn't usually open-emotion-man, more stuffy-brit-turned-sexy-mystery-nerd. In fact, none of the men she lived with were the open-emotion type. Dawn broke from her train of thought and smiled gently and in an action that surprised them both, kissed Wesley on the cheek. Almost predictably an awkward silence ensued before Dawn rolled her eyes and laughed, disappearing into the kitchen saying something about coffee.
"Just as long as you don't disappear this time!" Wesley said, following Dawn and laughing to himself.
Dawn and Wesley were about half way through their coffees and Spike was no where to be seen, much to Dawn's relief, when Angel burst through the door, looking just slightly fed up and rather green as it happened.
Both Dawn and Wesley looked up in surprise. Right, ok.
"Angel, I thought I told you to eat your food, not wear it. Please don't tell me we're going to have to go over table manners again? Gee boy, looks nasty. Hope ya won." Angel looked over at Dawn like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"What do you mean? Win? Ha! Of course I won. I always win. Why wouldn't I? What have you heard? I mean…I, er….." Dawn raised a bemused eyebrow. Angel slunk down into a chair and hung his head. He looked up again and with a the look of a small boy admitting he broke the chair,
"Ok, well maybe I just didn't….quite….win, but I did hurt them. A bit. I think." Dawn looked at him and considered the hilarity of the situation, before laughing hysterically, and then suddenly stopping.
"Wait, how nasty are we talking here?" Angel, about to answer her, got distracted by Wesley, who had been regarding him with a huge sense of fascination before kneeling next to him and closely examining the green gunk.
"Wesley?" His eyes shot to Angel's for a second before returning to lose themselves in the green slime he was covered with.
"Don't you want to know what's going to happen with a group of murdering demons roaming the city?"
"Hmm? Yes, sure, that's quite good Angel. Really, you did a fantastic job."
Both Angel and Dawn stared incredulously at him when a voice cut through the room.
"Wesley! You stupid wanker, we know you fancy the guy, but please make it a little less obvious. Poof might just jump you on the spot and none of us want to see that!" Wesley's head shot up to see Spike staring at him with a cocked eyebrow. Angel was about to step into another argument with Spike when he was distracted by the fact that Wesley seemed to have returned to the world of the living and was now paying the up most attention to the situation.
"Angel, take your clothes off." Dawn's hand slipped from the table she was leaning against when she heard Wesley say that she and plummeted to the floor, only to be held up by two rather strong, lean, masculine hands. She looked into sharp, calculated blue eyes that appeared as surprised as hers at the action. He propped her back up and then moved again to the other side of the room. Spike didn't look at Dawn again. At this point even Angel was looking at Wesley, rather confused as it happened and Wesley suddenly realised what he had said. Fiddling with his glasses he looked sternly at the room, remarking,
"Oh, do get you minds out of the gutter. Good Lord. I want the, er, well, slime I guess is the word, I've never had a chance to analyse Grogner slime and it appears to have the most fascinating affects." It was at this point that everybody realised that the blood on Angel's shirt was in fact changing colour. Dawn shook her head and smiled at the absurdity of it all. Then dawning registered on Wesley's face,
"Oh gosh, did you say you couldn't kill them?" Angel looked guilty again.
"Not couldn't, just," he coughed, "Didn't. But its okay, they're leaving town so you don't have to worry!" Wesley looked relieved. Spike scoffed and Dawn just sank into a chair. Wesley glanced at the clock on the wall before exclaiming,
"Oh dear! Look at the time, I'm going to be late for that appointment. I'll be back later Angel and we can talk. Make sure you put your clothes in the fridge!" And poof Wesley disappeared out of the doorway, grabbing his coat on the way. It was just Spike, Angel and Dawn. Dawn looked over at Angel,
" Have you been out with those demons since we went out yesterday? You must be exhausted!" She said, crossing over to the fridge and pulling out a bag of blood as he nodded.
"Here, drink this. I'll heat another one up for you." Dawn tossed Angel the cold bag of blood before getting a cloth and crossing over to him. He looked between Dawn and the bag rather anxiously. Dawn rolled her eyes.
"You either drink it whilst I'm here or you starve, because I'm not leaving just so you can go 'grrr' out of my presence. Now drink." Angel reluctantly slipped into his vampiric visage and tore at the bag with his teeth. Spike looked on in what even he couldn't deny as envy. To see – her – his, her feeding Angel blood and excepting him for what he actually was. Spike nearly tore the mug right from Angel's lips.
Dawn slept until the early afternoon, and woke only when she heard footsteps pass her door. Rising she grabbed a towel that she presumed had been left there by Angel, left her room, went down the corridor and into the bathroom. Her thoughts flicked back and forth over the events of the night before. Spike, had he been right? No, he hadn't. Besides she was a fully grown women, she was most certainly not acting like a brat. And he had said he would drain her, bastard, and he had called her Summers. He called her Summers? It occurred to Dawn that he had never called her that before, she wasn't sure if he'd ever called Buffy it before either, but he hadn't sounded happy saying it. He had almost spit the word out. She wasn't going to think about Spike, he could go and screw himself. Right now it was her, her life, her world and her. If Spike didn't like it, then that was just icing on the cake because if he thought he was going to be looking after her, he was seriously mistaken, something he'd realise soon enough whilst she ran some pretty certain circles around him.
Dawn scrubbed the apricot shampoo into her scalp harshly yet in such a way she couldn't help but sigh with content. She rinsed her hair out and washed herself before stepping out of the shower, lightly towel drying her hair and wrapping the towel loosely around herself. Dawn stepped out of the bathroom and started back to her room. Unfortunately in her haste she bumped into the one person she most definitely did not want to see.
Spike growled at the body that had gotten in his way and when he saw who it was he became even angrier. She was walking around in towel. A bloody towel!!! What the hell was she thinking? He brushed past her violently and carried on without a word. Dawn watched him go before rolling her eyes and returning to her bedroom. Dawn yanked on some clothes and ran a brush through her hair. She left her room and bounded down the stairs to see where everybody was.
Dawn bumped into Wesley when she got to the bottom of the stairs.
"Wes-mi-ster! Hows it going?" Dawn grinned broadly and Wesley looked at her rather startled for a moment, before his expression turned to confused and then dubious. He laughed nonethelees.
"Not awful, Dawn. It is never quite awful." Dawn smiled almost sadly.
"That's nice Wes, what is it? A motto? Not something I can see so clearly though." Wesley put a hand to her arm and squeezed gently, which surprised Dawn no ends, Wesley wasn't usually open-emotion-man, more stuffy-brit-turned-sexy-mystery-nerd. In fact, none of the men she lived with were the open-emotion type. Dawn broke from her train of thought and smiled gently and in an action that surprised them both, kissed Wesley on the cheek. Almost predictably an awkward silence ensued before Dawn rolled her eyes and laughed, disappearing into the kitchen saying something about coffee.
"Just as long as you don't disappear this time!" Wesley said, following Dawn and laughing to himself.
Dawn and Wesley were about half way through their coffees and Spike was no where to be seen, much to Dawn's relief, when Angel burst through the door, looking just slightly fed up and rather green as it happened.
Both Dawn and Wesley looked up in surprise. Right, ok.
"Angel, I thought I told you to eat your food, not wear it. Please don't tell me we're going to have to go over table manners again? Gee boy, looks nasty. Hope ya won." Angel looked over at Dawn like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"What do you mean? Win? Ha! Of course I won. I always win. Why wouldn't I? What have you heard? I mean…I, er….." Dawn raised a bemused eyebrow. Angel slunk down into a chair and hung his head. He looked up again and with a the look of a small boy admitting he broke the chair,
"Ok, well maybe I just didn't….quite….win, but I did hurt them. A bit. I think." Dawn looked at him and considered the hilarity of the situation, before laughing hysterically, and then suddenly stopping.
"Wait, how nasty are we talking here?" Angel, about to answer her, got distracted by Wesley, who had been regarding him with a huge sense of fascination before kneeling next to him and closely examining the green gunk.
"Wesley?" His eyes shot to Angel's for a second before returning to lose themselves in the green slime he was covered with.
"Don't you want to know what's going to happen with a group of murdering demons roaming the city?"
"Hmm? Yes, sure, that's quite good Angel. Really, you did a fantastic job."
Both Angel and Dawn stared incredulously at him when a voice cut through the room.
"Wesley! You stupid wanker, we know you fancy the guy, but please make it a little less obvious. Poof might just jump you on the spot and none of us want to see that!" Wesley's head shot up to see Spike staring at him with a cocked eyebrow. Angel was about to step into another argument with Spike when he was distracted by the fact that Wesley seemed to have returned to the world of the living and was now paying the up most attention to the situation.
"Angel, take your clothes off." Dawn's hand slipped from the table she was leaning against when she heard Wesley say that she and plummeted to the floor, only to be held up by two rather strong, lean, masculine hands. She looked into sharp, calculated blue eyes that appeared as surprised as hers at the action. He propped her back up and then moved again to the other side of the room. Spike didn't look at Dawn again. At this point even Angel was looking at Wesley, rather confused as it happened and Wesley suddenly realised what he had said. Fiddling with his glasses he looked sternly at the room, remarking,
"Oh, do get you minds out of the gutter. Good Lord. I want the, er, well, slime I guess is the word, I've never had a chance to analyse Grogner slime and it appears to have the most fascinating affects." It was at this point that everybody realised that the blood on Angel's shirt was in fact changing colour. Dawn shook her head and smiled at the absurdity of it all. Then dawning registered on Wesley's face,
"Oh gosh, did you say you couldn't kill them?" Angel looked guilty again.
"Not couldn't, just," he coughed, "Didn't. But its okay, they're leaving town so you don't have to worry!" Wesley looked relieved. Spike scoffed and Dawn just sank into a chair. Wesley glanced at the clock on the wall before exclaiming,
"Oh dear! Look at the time, I'm going to be late for that appointment. I'll be back later Angel and we can talk. Make sure you put your clothes in the fridge!" And poof Wesley disappeared out of the doorway, grabbing his coat on the way. It was just Spike, Angel and Dawn. Dawn looked over at Angel,
" Have you been out with those demons since we went out yesterday? You must be exhausted!" She said, crossing over to the fridge and pulling out a bag of blood as he nodded.
"Here, drink this. I'll heat another one up for you." Dawn tossed Angel the cold bag of blood before getting a cloth and crossing over to him. He looked between Dawn and the bag rather anxiously. Dawn rolled her eyes.
"You either drink it whilst I'm here or you starve, because I'm not leaving just so you can go 'grrr' out of my presence. Now drink." Angel reluctantly slipped into his vampiric visage and tore at the bag with his teeth. Spike looked on in what even he couldn't deny as envy. To see – her – his, her feeding Angel blood and excepting him for what he actually was. Spike nearly tore the mug right from Angel's lips.