Ch.2
Buffy never paid much attention to where Dawn was. It wasn't that she didn't care. Her mind was just on other things. It made it easier the next time Spike needed her though. Buffy came home looking like she had a rough go in one of Sunnydale's many dark dirty alleys. Dawn could sense that it had been from one of her and Spike's fights, or mating rituals.
Dawn left the house unnoticed. The sun was up, and she was supposed to be on her way to school. A few turns right instead of left found her in the cemetery of Spike's crypt instead. Gently she opened the crypt door. "Spike" she called out searching the room for him. Her eyes started to water as she saw him lying on the floor in a ball. Dirt, cuts, and bruises covered his naked body. In an instant she was at his side sobbing. Her heart shattering that her sister could be so cruel. "You have to stop letting her do this to you!" She wasn't sure if she had said it where he could hear her until he turned his face to her. It was badly beaten. Worse than when Glory had used him for her own personal bunching bag.
"Dawn? Is that you" He coughed out among the blood. "Shhh.... Yes it's me. Can you move?" Through her tears she grasped his shoulders to try and help him up. But even with her help he was just to beaten to move. "It's ok Spike. Don't try to move anymore." He didn't protest just collapsed, as she climbed to bottom of his crypt to get what she needed.
She returned with blankets, and his first aid kit. She laid the blankets down. "Brace yourself. This might hurt a little" Dawn rolled him onto the makeshift bed, and began to doctor his wounds. His mental wounds were really what had her worried.
Any other time she would be hiding her head in her hands, flushed with embarrassment by his nakedness. She didn't think about it now. All she knew is he mended her when she needed it, and some how she was going to mend him now. Bandages and ointments aside now she tried to make him drink some of the blood she found in his cooler downstairs. Not sure if he was still conscious she made a vow to him that she wasn't going to let Buffy hurt him anymore.
"Shouldn't get.......in the way of....... big sis, Bit." Spike's voice was still gravely, but at least the blood had stopped. His hand reaching for hers. "She isn't in..... her right mind..... She didn't come..... back right...... Part of her is..... missing." He was so weak. He wished of all times he wasn't weak now. He was afraid for Dawn. He knew that she would stand and fight. Fight for him. Even against her own sister, and he couldn't be sure of what this Slayer was capable of. He had to get Dawn out of here. Yes get the two of them out of Sunnydale before Dawn got hurt. He would rest now. Gain his energy for at dusk they would leave.
Dawn knew what he said was true. This Buffy was her sister, but not the one that sacrificed herself. It wasn't going to stop her though. She had her mind made up. Buffy would never come near Spike again. She would die first. She looked at Spike as he drifted into a restless sleep. She wished for a time when things were simpler. She found herself wishing for things to be like they were before Glory, or even during Glory was better than this. She wished so many times that she would have jumped instead of Buffy. Things wouldn't have been out of balance. She would be dead. No one would have resurrected her. Buffy would have seen how much Spike cared, and he would have got the love he desired so much. She looked at her watch. Buffy would come looking for Spike in a few hours. She had to come up with a plan to get him out of there.
Author's note: This chapter is dedicated to Nicola. Without her I probably would have trashed this whole thing. I know it's a short chapter, but for a story headed for the garbage bin it's something. All reviews are welcome. Good and bad alike. P.S. No I don't hate Buffy. I just feel that this story should reflect how Dawn and Spike were always the under dogs. And in my opinion they were just as strong a character as the rest. Plus I'm a die hard Spawn fan :)
Buffy never paid much attention to where Dawn was. It wasn't that she didn't care. Her mind was just on other things. It made it easier the next time Spike needed her though. Buffy came home looking like she had a rough go in one of Sunnydale's many dark dirty alleys. Dawn could sense that it had been from one of her and Spike's fights, or mating rituals.
Dawn left the house unnoticed. The sun was up, and she was supposed to be on her way to school. A few turns right instead of left found her in the cemetery of Spike's crypt instead. Gently she opened the crypt door. "Spike" she called out searching the room for him. Her eyes started to water as she saw him lying on the floor in a ball. Dirt, cuts, and bruises covered his naked body. In an instant she was at his side sobbing. Her heart shattering that her sister could be so cruel. "You have to stop letting her do this to you!" She wasn't sure if she had said it where he could hear her until he turned his face to her. It was badly beaten. Worse than when Glory had used him for her own personal bunching bag.
"Dawn? Is that you" He coughed out among the blood. "Shhh.... Yes it's me. Can you move?" Through her tears she grasped his shoulders to try and help him up. But even with her help he was just to beaten to move. "It's ok Spike. Don't try to move anymore." He didn't protest just collapsed, as she climbed to bottom of his crypt to get what she needed.
She returned with blankets, and his first aid kit. She laid the blankets down. "Brace yourself. This might hurt a little" Dawn rolled him onto the makeshift bed, and began to doctor his wounds. His mental wounds were really what had her worried.
Any other time she would be hiding her head in her hands, flushed with embarrassment by his nakedness. She didn't think about it now. All she knew is he mended her when she needed it, and some how she was going to mend him now. Bandages and ointments aside now she tried to make him drink some of the blood she found in his cooler downstairs. Not sure if he was still conscious she made a vow to him that she wasn't going to let Buffy hurt him anymore.
"Shouldn't get.......in the way of....... big sis, Bit." Spike's voice was still gravely, but at least the blood had stopped. His hand reaching for hers. "She isn't in..... her right mind..... She didn't come..... back right...... Part of her is..... missing." He was so weak. He wished of all times he wasn't weak now. He was afraid for Dawn. He knew that she would stand and fight. Fight for him. Even against her own sister, and he couldn't be sure of what this Slayer was capable of. He had to get Dawn out of here. Yes get the two of them out of Sunnydale before Dawn got hurt. He would rest now. Gain his energy for at dusk they would leave.
Dawn knew what he said was true. This Buffy was her sister, but not the one that sacrificed herself. It wasn't going to stop her though. She had her mind made up. Buffy would never come near Spike again. She would die first. She looked at Spike as he drifted into a restless sleep. She wished for a time when things were simpler. She found herself wishing for things to be like they were before Glory, or even during Glory was better than this. She wished so many times that she would have jumped instead of Buffy. Things wouldn't have been out of balance. She would be dead. No one would have resurrected her. Buffy would have seen how much Spike cared, and he would have got the love he desired so much. She looked at her watch. Buffy would come looking for Spike in a few hours. She had to come up with a plan to get him out of there.
Author's note: This chapter is dedicated to Nicola. Without her I probably would have trashed this whole thing. I know it's a short chapter, but for a story headed for the garbage bin it's something. All reviews are welcome. Good and bad alike. P.S. No I don't hate Buffy. I just feel that this story should reflect how Dawn and Spike were always the under dogs. And in my opinion they were just as strong a character as the rest. Plus I'm a die hard Spawn fan :)