The Ties That Be
By Lady of Mischief
Disclaimers: Sadly I don't own anything bar some voices that no one else seems to hear............therefore I lay claim to them!
Thank you muchly for the great ideas people! And Vld I was already halfway through your idea when I read your message. Great minds think alike huh?
I am soooooooo...... sorry for neglecting you guys, but school got in the way of my writing. Also I have no hope of updating till at least Friday cause I'm going on a school camp. If I haven't updated by next Saturday will some of you guys send me scathing e-mails to remind me? This would be most helpful.
"blah" – talking
/blah/ - thinking
blah - incantations
At this point I suppose you guys probably want to read yes?
Chapter three: Dawnies Revenge
Approximately one week later, well nine days to be precise. One Dawn Summers was striding purposefully towards the park. Anyone who even glanced at this young lady could tell that she unhappy, that she was really mad.
Scratch that Dawn was absolutely furious. The fear she had felt previously had dissipated and been replaced with rage. She practically ran the rest of the way to the park. Standing near the swings was an abnormally fat boy of about Dawns own age.
"Hey you!" she snapped angrily
The bot turned and a stupid grin could be seen on his pudgy face.
"Harry can't save you this time. I'm gonna teach you to obey your betters." Dudleys tone was smug.
"And I suppose you think your better than me then?" she asked icily
"What do you mean by that?" he demanded, and then after he figured it out "You'll pay for that!" he started toward her.
"No, you and your sleazy friends will pay."
Dawn took a small throwing knife and tossed it in a seemingly careless fashion at Dudley, in actual fact she was just aiming to scare him with the knife not kill him with it or anything like that.
The blade narrowly missed his shoe and sank into the soft soil. He jumped back with a frightened yelp.
"It isn't nice to attack defenceless people for no reason. You are and evil little boy who enjoys others pain." Dawn stepped forward menacingly; she sure as hell didn't look defenceless now. "And I am through with being nice."
Dawn kicked his legs out from under him, just like her sister had taught her to do. His head hit on the A-frame of the swings as he went down.
/This is too easy!/
"Are you planning on getting up anytime soon?"
He struggled unsteadily to his feet. Dawn punched him in the ribs once followed by elbowing his in the face. His nose broke with a satisfying crunch and fell once more. This time however he did not bother to get up, Dawn kicked and rolled the whimpering git under a tree. And that was where she left him.
Dawn sat on a swing, rocking gently to and fro while cleaning her knife.
/Having the Slayer as a sister sure is handy sometimes/
Now to fully explain the next bit I have to let you in on a little secret. All of Dudley Dursley's friends were nice and deep in that fun little stage called denial. Take Peirs for example. If anyone asked him what caused all the bruising he had from being thrown by Harry he would swear blindly that he tripped on a tree root and fell into said tree. The fact that he was nowhere near a tree at the time has absolutely no bearing on his version of the night's events. However he did remember Dawn.
Dawn watched through the veil of her hair as someone approached her.
"BigD? Where are ya?" Peirs called not seeing Dudley.
"I'm afraid he is otherwise occupied at the present." Dawn said coolly. She stood.
"Hey you're that girl from last week! What do you mean?!" Peirs being one of Dudleys friend was incurably stupid and hadn't the slightest clue as to what Dawn said.
/Geez. What an idiot./ she thought.
"Yes I am and I have come back for a little retribution." Now any normal person would at this point probably run from Dawn as the girl was being just plain scary. Her sister would have thought twice about taking her down while she was in this mood.
As he had no idea what the word retribution actually meant and he was completely ignorant of exactly how pissed off this young lady was Peirs simply stood there and voiced his confusion once more.
"What?"
/Moron./
Dawn walked up to him and before he realised anything let alone her intent she sent him sprawling on the ground with a well-placed punch to the solar-plexus. He lay there for a moment stunned.
/Did a GIRL just send me flying with a single bloody punch?/
Dawn was waiting for him to get up so she could beat the crap out of this guy.
"What's your name?" She asked
"Peirs Polkiss." He replied without thinking.
/Why did I tell her that? Why did she even ask?/
"Well Peirs Polkiss, are you going to get up of the ground or are you scared you'll get beat up by a girl?"
"HEY!"
The idiot jumped to him feet and charged at Dawn. She neatly sidestepped him and tripped him up; he was on the ground again.
"Have a nice trip?"
He got up and once more attempted to attack Dawn, and once more she knocked him to the ground.
"Eat dirt."
Dawn slid her knife out of its protective sheath making sure it flashed menacingly in the moonlight. There was a dark glistening patch near the blades tip.
/Hmmm.... I didn't get all the mud off/
"W...w...what the hell are you going to do with that?"
Peirs was still on the ground stuttering in his fright. He saw the smear of mud on the blade.
"Blood!"
He fainted.
"What a wimp."
"Yep. I have to agree with you there 'bit"
Dawn turned around and faced Spike
"Why are you following me? Did Buffy send you on babysitting duty or something?"
Dawn was furious, how dare her sister do that.
"Nope, I figured someone might need to stop you from really hurting these kids too bad."
"Fine then you can drag Mr. I-faint-at-the-sight-of-blood over to that tree where his friend is."
Spike picked Peirs up by his collar and literally dragged him to where Dawn had indicated. He was making no attempt to save the boy any scratches or bruises, just pulling him along by his collar.
"Spike! I'm going home."
Dawn started walking down the street, in the direction of home and before long Spike was strolling beside her.
"Where did you get that jacket?"
"It's Harry's"
"Right then."
The two continued down the street the street lights illuminating their forms every time the passed one.
End Chapter Three
LoM= this chapter sucked sorry guys.
Spike= and to whom are you apologising?
LoM= the readers
Spike= You mean people actually read this drabble????!!!!
LoM= Spike, I'm warning you. Do you really want to piss me off? (brandishes pen)
Spike (gulps audibly)= Not really
Dawn= So much for the Big Bad
Spike= Bugger they're ganging up on me