This originally a short story at first as the first chapter says, but now,
I want to make it a real story. Strictly Spike and Dawn of course, and it's
going to have songs in it, maybe not all the time, but you know...anyways I
hope you like it and here's the second chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy...if I did, be living the high life...and I would own my own flavor of ice cream...I would call it...The Ultimate Flava! Clever, huh?
- Last chapter -
Dawn felt the blood rush to her face as she gaped at him before pulling a small, yet nervous smile. Then she meekly gave him her reply.
"H-Hi Spike!"
- Chapter two: Remembering -
"Dawn, what are, how-"Spike narrowed his gaze at her, not letting his new found grip on her arm loosen. "What the hell are you wearing?"
Dawn narrowed her own green gaze and yanked her arm free from its death grip. Honestly it was like the guy didn't know how strong he was. "Clothes...got a problem?" she retorted.
"The hell I do! What are you thinking? Any guy could just walk up and take advantage of you! Just like that!" and he proved his theory by snapping his fingers.
"What? Like you?" Dawn smirked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Spike on the other hand looked like a deer caught in the headlights, or like a 10 year old boy caught taking a peak at the naughty magazines his father kept. Setting his jaw, he grabbed her arm and led her off the dance floor and to a corner of the Bronze.
"Let me go! Spike! You're hurting me!" she yelled while trying hard to make him let go of her. "Let...go!" and with a final yank she broke free, but Spike didn't seem that all concerned about that at the moment. He had her backed up against a wall, and an arm planted firmly by the side of her head.
"Nibblet-"
"Don't call me that" Dawn grounded out, glaring at him coldly and Spike's blue eyes blinked before a smirk formed on his lips.
"But that's what I always call you..." he pointed out.
"Used to, and if you haven't noticed yet...I'm not small anymore" the 18 year old spat out.
"Well I'm still bigger then you are" he muttered, towering over her slightly.
"I bet you take that as a real advantage with all the whores you pick up...am I right?"
He glared again as his voice lowered to a threatening growl, one that Dawn used to be scared of. But she wasn't 14 years old anymore.
"Bite your tongue"
She gave him a challenging look, looking him straight in the eye. The British vampire sighed and moved slightly closer to her.
"What happened to you? Where has all the fun and laughter gone?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Gone...same time when you left town" she spoke quietly, not able to fight back that pained tone that was wavering in her voice.
"Dawn...you know I had to go..." Spike replied softly.
She shot him a cold glare and raised her hand, pushing him away while walking past him.
"Yeah, you ALL had to go. You all had to leave...leave me alone..."
"Dawn! Get back here!" he shouted over the music but it was already late. She had disappeared in the crowd.
A shower was what she decided she needed the most at the moment. Turning the old key in the lock, she gave its usual kick and it swung open. Dawn had told her roommate to fix it, which was roughly...a year ago now?
She dropped her keys and purse by the little table by the door before reaching over and pressed the message button on the answering machine seeing how the little red light was flashing.
"Kris?" Dawn called out, but when no answer came, she shrugged and made a beeline for her room while the messages played back to her.
"Hello Dawn, this is Mrs. Williams, I'm calling to tell you that we do have an opening for you at the dance academy..."
But the 18 year old didn't hear the rest as she poked her head out of the room and starred at it.
Mrs. Williams was a young woman, roughly around late twenties and one night she had spotted Dawn dancing in the Bronze. She got up, pulled her aside and asked Dawn if she would like to register at her academy, The Dance Academy for Potential Woman, all the way in Los Angeles.
But at the time, Dawn was hitting some rough spots in her life, her year long boyfriend dumped her when she refused to sleep with him, she was broke, and at the time, she didn't have a decent place to live.
"...anyways, if you could come down to Los Angeles on Thursday then I'm sure we can get all the forms sorted out and perhaps start you up by next Monday...Thanks, bye" Click
The young Summers girl just starred at the machine. Thursday? She wasn't doing anything then. Wow...
Then it finally hit her...she was going to one of the top dance schools!
But, she would have to celebrate later, for right now, she felt dirty from all that dancing. She made her way towards the bathroom while one by one stripping off her clothes and let them drop to the floor. She'd pick them up later.
The hot water hitting her back felt great as she stepped in, just having a good soak under the pressure of the water.
- Flashback –
"W-what do you mean you're leaving? You can't! What about me?!" Dawn cried, not caring if the tears ran down her face anymore. She was currently in the living room or their old house, watching as Willow and Tara packed some things into boxes.
"W-well...sometimes...change is good!" Willow said slowly while offering a small smile, but Dawn just continued to cry.
"Dawnie..." Tara said softly while sitting down next to her and put her arm around her. Dawn didn't reply as Tara gently pulled her into a hug.
"We'll always come visit you and stuff, we're still here for you" the older woman said soothingly.
"Yeah, it's not like we're going to be like, poof! Gone!" Willow piped up before quieting down.
Tara looked up to her before returning her attention back to Dawn. "And Xander and Anya are still here too" she added.
"No their not, Anya had bought a dream house in New York and Xander got transferred to there"
"Oh..."
"Why do you all have to leave me here all alone?" she asked, more and more tears building up in her eyes.
"Spike is still here..." Willow replied softly.
The young girl looked up to her before straightening. "Spike..."
"Well, yeah, I mean, he did promise to Buffy that..." but she stopped seeing how Dawn just ran out the door.
She ran blindly through the streets, but she didn't need to see, her feet knew exactly where the sidewalk was when she stepped off it, she knew when the sidewalk came back. She ran swiftly in between the gravestones as if she was the ones who had put them there.
After a few more steps she reached Spike's crypt where she opened the door and stepped inside, still crying and out of breath.
"Spike?" she called out.
"Nibblet?"
Dawn saw his figure rise up from his couch and walked towards her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, stopping short in front of her and she could now see him more clearly, his bright blue eyes looking over her face, she could feel his gaze on her skin. "Are you crying?" he questioned.
Dawn just stepped foreword and hugged him around the middle, feeling fresh tears come down.
Spike blinked and looked down at her before he slowly raised a hand to her hair where he stroked her as she cried right into his shirt.
They had stayed like that for what felt like hours before Dawn finally pulled back slightly. "They're all leaving me Spike...Willow, Tara, Anya, Xander...I'm all alone..."
"Oh...yeah...I uh...heard" came his reply before quickly adding "About them leaving I mean, not you being alone..."
Dawn laughed lightly at his attempt to fix his mistake as she rested her chest on the wet spot created by her sobs.
Another silence came between them before Dawn spoke quietly, in a whisper almost.
"I don't want to be alone..."
"You're never alone pet..."
She sucked in a breath before releasing it, feeling some tension ebb away. She tilted her gaze up to look up at him and smile slightly.
"Yeah, I guess not, as long as you are here...I'm not" her smile grew more as she rested her head on him again.
"Actually...Dawn..."
Dawn's eyebrows knitted together. He used her first name. Something was wrong...
She felt his hands come up to her upper arms as he gently pushed her back slightly to look at her face.
"I'm...leaving too"
It felt like all her insides just...dropped at his words. And she felt the old tears reach back to her eyes. But she also felt anger.
"W-what?"
"I'm heading to Los Angeles...tonight..."
"Tonight?" she repeated, blinking and the tears found their trails down her face.
He nodded as he sighed while stepping away from her. "I have to leave, I know I promised your sister that I would stay here and protect you...but come on Dawn, you're growing up more then you think..."
Dawn took a step back at well, glaring at him through her tears.
"No..."
"Dawn..."
"Get away from me..." Dawn spat out before turning and ran out of his crypt.
"Dawn!"
- End of flashback –
Dawn sighed while turning the shower taps off. That day...everything changed. And she wasn't talking about everyone leaving her. She changed as well. She was sick of running and she was equally sick of crying. What good did it do? Nothing, that's what.
She stepped out and wrapped a towel around her body before whipping some of the mist on the mirror away to see her reflection.
She changed a great deal.
Making her way towards her bedroom, she looked at herself again in the full length mirror she had. Her hair was still brown, but now it was layered. And her green eyes held coldness in them now.
She picked up her brush and began to run it through her hair when she felt a cold breeze over her skin, making goose bumps rise on her arms and legs. She turned her head and found her window open.
When did she open her window.
She thought back to last night, she much of opened it then.
Walking towards it, she closed it with a snap before turning back to her mirror.
That's when she felt another cool breeze on her neck, making the hairs stand on end.
She turned around and gasped when she found someone standing there.
A certain British vampire to be more exact.
"Spike!"
So...how do you like the second chapter of my story? Send a review! Send me your thoughts about it! Send me plans for them! Whatever! I'm open!
M.Parker.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy...if I did, be living the high life...and I would own my own flavor of ice cream...I would call it...The Ultimate Flava! Clever, huh?
- Last chapter -
Dawn felt the blood rush to her face as she gaped at him before pulling a small, yet nervous smile. Then she meekly gave him her reply.
"H-Hi Spike!"
- Chapter two: Remembering -
"Dawn, what are, how-"Spike narrowed his gaze at her, not letting his new found grip on her arm loosen. "What the hell are you wearing?"
Dawn narrowed her own green gaze and yanked her arm free from its death grip. Honestly it was like the guy didn't know how strong he was. "Clothes...got a problem?" she retorted.
"The hell I do! What are you thinking? Any guy could just walk up and take advantage of you! Just like that!" and he proved his theory by snapping his fingers.
"What? Like you?" Dawn smirked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Spike on the other hand looked like a deer caught in the headlights, or like a 10 year old boy caught taking a peak at the naughty magazines his father kept. Setting his jaw, he grabbed her arm and led her off the dance floor and to a corner of the Bronze.
"Let me go! Spike! You're hurting me!" she yelled while trying hard to make him let go of her. "Let...go!" and with a final yank she broke free, but Spike didn't seem that all concerned about that at the moment. He had her backed up against a wall, and an arm planted firmly by the side of her head.
"Nibblet-"
"Don't call me that" Dawn grounded out, glaring at him coldly and Spike's blue eyes blinked before a smirk formed on his lips.
"But that's what I always call you..." he pointed out.
"Used to, and if you haven't noticed yet...I'm not small anymore" the 18 year old spat out.
"Well I'm still bigger then you are" he muttered, towering over her slightly.
"I bet you take that as a real advantage with all the whores you pick up...am I right?"
He glared again as his voice lowered to a threatening growl, one that Dawn used to be scared of. But she wasn't 14 years old anymore.
"Bite your tongue"
She gave him a challenging look, looking him straight in the eye. The British vampire sighed and moved slightly closer to her.
"What happened to you? Where has all the fun and laughter gone?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Gone...same time when you left town" she spoke quietly, not able to fight back that pained tone that was wavering in her voice.
"Dawn...you know I had to go..." Spike replied softly.
She shot him a cold glare and raised her hand, pushing him away while walking past him.
"Yeah, you ALL had to go. You all had to leave...leave me alone..."
"Dawn! Get back here!" he shouted over the music but it was already late. She had disappeared in the crowd.
A shower was what she decided she needed the most at the moment. Turning the old key in the lock, she gave its usual kick and it swung open. Dawn had told her roommate to fix it, which was roughly...a year ago now?
She dropped her keys and purse by the little table by the door before reaching over and pressed the message button on the answering machine seeing how the little red light was flashing.
"Kris?" Dawn called out, but when no answer came, she shrugged and made a beeline for her room while the messages played back to her.
"Hello Dawn, this is Mrs. Williams, I'm calling to tell you that we do have an opening for you at the dance academy..."
But the 18 year old didn't hear the rest as she poked her head out of the room and starred at it.
Mrs. Williams was a young woman, roughly around late twenties and one night she had spotted Dawn dancing in the Bronze. She got up, pulled her aside and asked Dawn if she would like to register at her academy, The Dance Academy for Potential Woman, all the way in Los Angeles.
But at the time, Dawn was hitting some rough spots in her life, her year long boyfriend dumped her when she refused to sleep with him, she was broke, and at the time, she didn't have a decent place to live.
"...anyways, if you could come down to Los Angeles on Thursday then I'm sure we can get all the forms sorted out and perhaps start you up by next Monday...Thanks, bye" Click
The young Summers girl just starred at the machine. Thursday? She wasn't doing anything then. Wow...
Then it finally hit her...she was going to one of the top dance schools!
But, she would have to celebrate later, for right now, she felt dirty from all that dancing. She made her way towards the bathroom while one by one stripping off her clothes and let them drop to the floor. She'd pick them up later.
The hot water hitting her back felt great as she stepped in, just having a good soak under the pressure of the water.
- Flashback –
"W-what do you mean you're leaving? You can't! What about me?!" Dawn cried, not caring if the tears ran down her face anymore. She was currently in the living room or their old house, watching as Willow and Tara packed some things into boxes.
"W-well...sometimes...change is good!" Willow said slowly while offering a small smile, but Dawn just continued to cry.
"Dawnie..." Tara said softly while sitting down next to her and put her arm around her. Dawn didn't reply as Tara gently pulled her into a hug.
"We'll always come visit you and stuff, we're still here for you" the older woman said soothingly.
"Yeah, it's not like we're going to be like, poof! Gone!" Willow piped up before quieting down.
Tara looked up to her before returning her attention back to Dawn. "And Xander and Anya are still here too" she added.
"No their not, Anya had bought a dream house in New York and Xander got transferred to there"
"Oh..."
"Why do you all have to leave me here all alone?" she asked, more and more tears building up in her eyes.
"Spike is still here..." Willow replied softly.
The young girl looked up to her before straightening. "Spike..."
"Well, yeah, I mean, he did promise to Buffy that..." but she stopped seeing how Dawn just ran out the door.
She ran blindly through the streets, but she didn't need to see, her feet knew exactly where the sidewalk was when she stepped off it, she knew when the sidewalk came back. She ran swiftly in between the gravestones as if she was the ones who had put them there.
After a few more steps she reached Spike's crypt where she opened the door and stepped inside, still crying and out of breath.
"Spike?" she called out.
"Nibblet?"
Dawn saw his figure rise up from his couch and walked towards her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, stopping short in front of her and she could now see him more clearly, his bright blue eyes looking over her face, she could feel his gaze on her skin. "Are you crying?" he questioned.
Dawn just stepped foreword and hugged him around the middle, feeling fresh tears come down.
Spike blinked and looked down at her before he slowly raised a hand to her hair where he stroked her as she cried right into his shirt.
They had stayed like that for what felt like hours before Dawn finally pulled back slightly. "They're all leaving me Spike...Willow, Tara, Anya, Xander...I'm all alone..."
"Oh...yeah...I uh...heard" came his reply before quickly adding "About them leaving I mean, not you being alone..."
Dawn laughed lightly at his attempt to fix his mistake as she rested her chest on the wet spot created by her sobs.
Another silence came between them before Dawn spoke quietly, in a whisper almost.
"I don't want to be alone..."
"You're never alone pet..."
She sucked in a breath before releasing it, feeling some tension ebb away. She tilted her gaze up to look up at him and smile slightly.
"Yeah, I guess not, as long as you are here...I'm not" her smile grew more as she rested her head on him again.
"Actually...Dawn..."
Dawn's eyebrows knitted together. He used her first name. Something was wrong...
She felt his hands come up to her upper arms as he gently pushed her back slightly to look at her face.
"I'm...leaving too"
It felt like all her insides just...dropped at his words. And she felt the old tears reach back to her eyes. But she also felt anger.
"W-what?"
"I'm heading to Los Angeles...tonight..."
"Tonight?" she repeated, blinking and the tears found their trails down her face.
He nodded as he sighed while stepping away from her. "I have to leave, I know I promised your sister that I would stay here and protect you...but come on Dawn, you're growing up more then you think..."
Dawn took a step back at well, glaring at him through her tears.
"No..."
"Dawn..."
"Get away from me..." Dawn spat out before turning and ran out of his crypt.
"Dawn!"
- End of flashback –
Dawn sighed while turning the shower taps off. That day...everything changed. And she wasn't talking about everyone leaving her. She changed as well. She was sick of running and she was equally sick of crying. What good did it do? Nothing, that's what.
She stepped out and wrapped a towel around her body before whipping some of the mist on the mirror away to see her reflection.
She changed a great deal.
Making her way towards her bedroom, she looked at herself again in the full length mirror she had. Her hair was still brown, but now it was layered. And her green eyes held coldness in them now.
She picked up her brush and began to run it through her hair when she felt a cold breeze over her skin, making goose bumps rise on her arms and legs. She turned her head and found her window open.
When did she open her window.
She thought back to last night, she much of opened it then.
Walking towards it, she closed it with a snap before turning back to her mirror.
That's when she felt another cool breeze on her neck, making the hairs stand on end.
She turned around and gasped when she found someone standing there.
A certain British vampire to be more exact.
"Spike!"
So...how do you like the second chapter of my story? Send a review! Send me your thoughts about it! Send me plans for them! Whatever! I'm open!
M.Parker.