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PART FOUR"Untouchable, you think you're untouchable. You know, no one's untouchable."~ Untouchable by Garbage
Dawn was silent as Dru brushed her hair out. But when she touched the red ribbon that was around her throat, she pulled away.
"Now, now, dearie. Don't be cross with me." Dawn still remained out of her reach and Drusilla put her hands on her hips. "Listen to me. I will be your mummy and we won't have disobedient children in this house."
Dawn closed her eyes and didn't move. She tried to pull away when she felt Drusilla's hand over her eyes but Dru was too strong.
"See with your heart," Drusilla crooned.
When she pulled her hand away, it wasn't Dru. It was-
"Buffy!" Dawn gasped. "Is it really you?"
"Of course, Dawnie," Buffy smiled. "I've come for you."
"Oh Buffy!" Dawn said as she rushed into Buffy's arms, hugging her tightly.
Buffy wrapped her arms around her sister, gingerly holding her. "Sh… it's all right. I'm here now, sweetie."
Dawn smiled against her sister. "I was so scared. But now, you're here. Let's get out, let's leave right now!"
Buffy played with her sister's hair and slowly removed the ribbon. "Let's stay here, Dawnie, where it's safe."
Dawn's brow wrinkled. Buffy would never cower. She felt her sister nuzzling her shoulder. Dawn went stiff as Buffy's hand brushed the side of her breast before falling to the small of her back, pulling her close. Dawn swallowed as her eyes went wide. Something was very wrong here.
"You're not Buffy!" Dawn cried, pulling away from her fake sister.
Buffy frowned. "Dawnie, what-."
"Get out," Dawn growled.
Buffy's eyes widened.
"Get out, get out, GET OUT!" she screamed.
"Woah!" said a new voice. "That's quite a pair of lungs you have there, Dawnie."
Dawn spun to face Angelus, Giles, and… Spike. Dawn willed herself to become cold as she turned to see her last bit of hope vanish. Although she all ready knew it wasn't her sister, Dawn felt something shatter inside her when she saw Drusilla standing where her sister was. How stupid she was to believe that her sister could suddenly appear like that? She was never going to be rescued; she was going to die.
No, she stopped herself. No, don't let yourself break! That's all he needs… You have to be strong, Dawn.
She took a deep breath and turned to Angelus, knowing what was to happen. She started to recede into herself, to a place where he couldn't reach her. He may destroy her body, but she would never break for him. Never.
Angelus walked toward her and he watched her become blank. "Come on, Dawnie, none of that," he said as he shook her lightly. "She has such a beautiful voice, doesn't she, Drusilla?"
Drusilla nodded and started to sway slightly. "Such pretty music she makes. Bell-like music like me mum did."
Angelus smirked. "Yes, she sure did…"
Dawn clenched her teeth but said nothing. Now, more than ever, she wished she had slayer strength just so she could punch Angelus right across the face. She could almost picture the blood pouring from his broken nose. A wave of satisfaction hit her when she imagined the sound of breaking bones and the look of shock on his face. Without realizing it, Dawn broke into an evil grin. Angelus observed this with some sort of amazement. He never saw Dawn as anything but the brat that trailed behind her sister. A useful brat, but nothing more than that. But as he watched her smile, it stirred something inside him. Pride, amusement, creativity. Suddenly, he could picture her perfectly as a vampire. She had a dark side Buffy didn't possess.
"So, baby club has claws, does she?" Angelus whispered. His mind formulated ideas as he stared into little Dawnie's eyes. The innocent, the true innocent, was in his hands now. How could he not corrupt her?
Dawn glanced at Giles. When she saw how badly he looked, she wanted to cry. All happiness had left her. He had fallen to his knees because he couldn't hold himself up and was leaning partially on the wall behind him. She never really liked Giles, he was always mumbling something in British about her. But no one deserved such torment. Except maybe the tormentor.
She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. That could be her; that will be her. Dawn didn't let it show, but she was scared. She covered it with complete indifference but it wasn't smothered. She would have convinced any human. But unfortunately, the Scourge of Europe were far from human. And they could smell her scant fear. And they loved it.
Angelus circled around behind her and kneeled so he was around her height. His arms closed around her body as he pulled her close and breathed in. The mixture of fear and innocence made his mouth water. He nuzzled her neck and he felt her bristle in his embrace. So, she wasn't as cold as she seemed.
"Tell me, Dawnie," he drawled, mocking her nickname. However, his voice fell into a seductive purr as he whispered into her ear, "Have you ever been touched by a man?"
Dawn's eyes grew wide as realization emerged from the fog of confusion in her mind. She felt something tremble inside her as a real fear began in her. A fear that was not for Giles, but for herself. She glanced at Giles and saw the horror shinning in his eyes. She glanced briefly at Spike, tears glistening in her eyes, before she blinked them back and attempted to go cold as fast as she could. Buffy's worst fear might be being buried alive… but hers was a worse fate.
"Isn't she a pretty girl, Giles?" Angelus asked, looking right at him. The evil glint in his eyes was so bright, it was hard to look at him and not be frightened. "I mean, sure, she is a bit young for my taste. But I could break her in, let her grow up, and then she'd be perfect."
Spike's eyes suddenly became hard. He found Dawn first. Dawn was his discovery. And what he was going to do with the youngest Summers was his choice. Another layer of hatred was added to the piles of reasons why he wanted to kill Angelus in a thousand and one painful ways. He grit his teeth and almost drew blood from his cheek.
Almost as if sensing his anger, Dawn's eyes flew to his. In a way, she knew that he cared about her. It annoyed him that he had feelings for the little one, but he couldn't seem to shake them from his tail. He tried but it was impossible. He was convinced it was the eyes. The large, innocent blue eyes just begged him to protect her. And he couldn't do anything but comply.
It was a good thing that Angelus wasn't paying attention to Spike, as per usual; otherwise he might have gotten suspicious of him. But his full attention was on the wounded Watcher. Giles' eyes were in extreme pain as he deliberated what was more important. The world or his slayer's will. If Dawn was broken, Buffy wouldn't be able to fight. She would be too upset to kill Angelus and would probably be killed herself.
Unfortunately, he was thinking too loudly because Drusilla could sense his thoughts. She started to laugh hysterically. Angelus, broken from his train of thought, turned and looked at his deranged creation.
"What is it, Dru?" Angelus asked, his voice edging on agitation.
"I shall tell you later, Angel," Drusilla whispered, her eyes bright with giddiness. "But it is not the time, the stars tell me. All shall be revealed at the opportune moment."
Angel smiled at her and wondered what she had planned. Drusilla might be twisted but so were her ideas. And that, of course, was the best part.
"Now, where were we?" Angelus mused as his arms wrapped tighter around Dawn's body. "Ah yes, you being touched by a man… you'd like it, wouldn't you, sweetness? You're just around that age now. You wonder what it would be like for a man to kiss you, to hold you, to touch you intimately, hm?"
Angelus' hand slowly traveled down her stomach and Dawn shut her eyes. She knew it would be better if she didn't fight. But it was the Summers spirit that made her unable to remain cold. The need to fight to the death was inbreed into her DNA and she couldn't deny it. Dawn's eyes shot open as Angelus' hands drew too close to his intended goal. Her hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
A line from her favorite book shot into her head. "No. I don't imagine scenarios, exchanges, or fucking anyone."
"Ooh," Angelus purred. "Little Dawnie's got a mouth on her. She should be punished. What do you think Dru? A spanking perhaps?"
Drusilla giggled. "Oh yes. Spank the lil' girl until she knows not to use such dirty language around her mummy and daddy."
Before Dawn knew what was happening, she was over Angel's knee. A smack resounded throughout the room as the vampire made his first blow. Dawn didn't make noise but she struggled on his leg. But that only egged him on. Each hit got harder and faster and Dawn found it harder and harder not to cry out. Drusilla was dancing around in the background, laughing hysterically. A tear escaped and Dawn couldn't stop as more followed, but she refused to make a noise. Instead, she bit the inside of her cheek until she drew blood. Finally, after what seemed to be hours, Angelus stopped. He massaged her sore backside lightly.
"You know, Dawnie. I admire your will power. You'll be fun to torture. I never would have guessed that you, of all people, would be so strong."
He lifted her up to sit on her knee and noticed the trails of tears down her face. He leaned close and went to lick away one of the trails and she pulled back.
"Don't touch me," she growled.
Angelus grinned. "Oh, Dawnie, I just did. You don't seem to understand. You belong to me now, and I can do whatever I want."
Spike swallowed a growl at his words. Dawn was his! He knew he should have claimed the girl when he had the chance. And now it appeared that Angelus was planning to do just that.
Dawn, however, wasn't broken yet. She was just pissed. "I don't suggest repeating that."
Angelus laughed before pulling Dawn flush against his body. She almost squealed when she felt a bulge pressing against her. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. Angelus nipped at her throat before blowing in her ear.
"Oh come on, Dawn. Isn't this what you've wanted all along? You didn't want to be treated like a child, right? Well, I'm treating you like a woman. And you can't deny that you enjoyed it, baby, because I can smell it. You think I didn't notice the way you looked at me?"
Dawn closed her eyes and remembered of happier times between her and Angel. She didn't really like Angel much. He was a little too broody for her taste. But the times when she could get him to smile, she melted a bit. He was cute when he was happy and she was proud when she could get him to smile more often than Buffy could. She and Angel would have staring contests all the time. He'd always win because he'd make some funny face just to hear her laugh. He said that she reminded him of someone. He had taught her to play chess and once he stopped letting her win, she actually became a fair challenge to him. He had been amazed by her amount of knowledge and had constantly referred books to her.
Dawn remembered Angel. But this wasn't Angel, this was Angelus. And they may have shared the same hot body, but she wasn't as shallow as Buffy was once upon a time.
"I never looked at you with anything but disgust," Dawn hissed.
"Oh, baby, but you did. When you crept into my apartment late at night, wanting to hear stories. Your innocent little eyes trailed over my body more than once."
"Has anyone ever told you how pompous you are?" Dawn asked.
"I may be arrogant, innocent, but I'm not wrong," he said as he pulled her closer.
"But you are," she claimed.
"Really?" he cooed. "So you weren't, how did you say it, 'crushing' on me?"
Dawn glared when he realized that Angelus had read her diary. She had thought Buffy had stolen it, but it was obvious someone else had decided to learn all he could about the Summers girls.
"I was crushing on Angel. But you aren't him. You're someone else."
"Oh no, not this again," Angel groaned as he dropped Dawn.
Dawn fell to the floor but stood quickly, refusing to be beneath him. "What? It's true."
"No, it isn't," Angel hissed. "I am all Angel wants to be but can't. His pesky conscious is all that's keeping him from being me."
"That's not true!" Dawn cried.
"Oh, but it is!" Angelus said, getting up in Dawn's face. "You think if I hadn't been cursed in the first place, Angel would have become your playmate?"
He laughed at the look on Dawn's face. "See, I told you."
"You're still wrong," Dawn said hoarsely. "That may be what forced him to realize his wrongs, but he decided to change. Angel wanted to be good." Dawn's eyes flew to Angelus' as she stood her ground. Her face was set in pure determination. "The soul wasn't stopping him from doing anything. There are plenty of people with souls that could do as much damage as you could!"
Angelus chuckled. "Sometimes I forget that you're not your sister. You actually have a few brain cells."
"Buffy isn't stupid!" Dawn said, coming to her sister's defense.
Angelus didn't stop laughing. This unnerved Dawn. She didn't know why he was laughing, but it made her feel stupid. She shifted slightly, from foot to foot, like a nervous schoolgirl. But she didn't stop looking at him. To look away was to loose, to renounce your statement. She kept her glare steady, if a little unsure.
"You know, Dawn, I like you. You've got spunk, you've got fire, you've got guts."
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Was that an attempt at a compliment?"
Angelus raised an eyebrow before laughing. "See what I mean? I love your spirit. But you want to know what I'm going to love more?"
He paused and Dawn felt the overly dramatic pause weigh on her.
He presented his famous wicked grin as he finished his thought. "Breaking it."
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