Welcome to the Death's land

Author: Enn-Enn

Disclaimer: I don't own anything .

Rating: R ( I suppose )

Summary: A vampire and his protégéé. Death or love, they will choose. S/D

Spoilers: BtVS Post-The Gift

A/N : Thanks to Eurothrashed for all her help!! :: hugs ::

CHAPTER 3.- Games

The way the weeks came and went, leaving her skin burned with wanting and unfulfillment .Her dreams wander through places that she'd prefer to avoid.

These places are so compelling, so beautiful,so dangerous.

Moth and flame. You know how all this ends.

She allows her body to remain innocent while her mind is stained with desires and darkness. Blood in her dreams, blood within her. Her thoughts are lulled with a rough british voice that is marred with sadness and desperation

How many days can she wait? How many times will he come to rest his sorrow against the trembling skin of her neck?

Today, she thinks, "I cannot take it anymore."

Tonight, she expects, "He'll understand."

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"That game? Again?"She pouts, while he tries very hard to put his best I-am-happy-to-play-this-game-for-millionth-time face... while he tries harder to not look below the edge of that bloody mini-skirt that she is wearing tonight.

He tries with all of his will-power (not that it's very powerful, him being a vampire), but he knows that her long legs are there, doing soft movements of innocent temptation under the table. He is working so hard in keep his hands rummaging between the colorful little game pieces, better there than letting his hands drift to places where he really wants them to be.

And now, she is chewing her bottom lip... her lucious bottom lip... and because of that, he is really beginning to hate her, hate her and her innocent beauty.

Does she know how that simple childish act makes all his dead blood rush with new life? Does she know that she is reaching the point of no-return of his increasing lust?

"Hmm... Spike?"

"What do you want, Bit?" He answers with a voice that pretends to be lost in the boring colors of the plastic pieces.

"We could, you know, play another game tonight... unless you don't want to," she says and then goes back to the laborious process of softly nibbling her bottom lip.

But there is something in the way that she said those words that didn't pass unnoticed to his ears... something he doesn't want to think about.

"An' what kind of game would that be, Nibblet?" He lets his question hang in the air, while his mind tries to guess her next shot.

"How about checkers" her voice chirps with easiness and hope.

"So, checkers is what my girl wants to play, is it?" The words are already past his lips when he realizes the possesiveness of them, and he inwardly curses himself for that.

"Well, I'm think I'm pretty good at it. I'm probably not as good as the Bot, though..."

"What? Uh... care tell me what are you talkin' 'bout, Bit?

"You know... I mean, she's patrolling with the gang, so she can't play with you, and I know that you asked that weird guy to build her to play checkers with you. Tara told me.. so, I guess, she's pretty good at it, isn't she?"

"Oh... uh, yeah... plastic-bint's good at it. Bloody talented, with her... software and all her techy parts." The words come out of his mouth with difficulty. "So, Glinda told you that, huh?"

She can't be that innocent! No way in hell! She can't. She would never believe that...

But then he looks directly into her big blue eyes, and he can't find anything but the most untainted innocense... and that is precisely the thing that makes her desirable and this moment a little more tortuous and sweet.

"Yeah , she told me that..." She seems to think about something before she continues quickly with a smile: "So, what do you say, Spike? Can I be your Buffybot tonight?" With a tilt of her head, her hair is swept to the side revealing her neck. "If you don't mind, of course. And... and I promise that you can play with me all the night."

It takes only a second for her words to sink into his brain, only a second for his body to tense, like a statue, glued to his chair.

Then she, still smiling, adds, like she is telling him a secret:

"You know, none of the Scoobs will get back home till midnight or even later. We have plenty of time."

And then he knows what this is all about. He knows what game they are really playing now. It's not checkers, it's not an innocent childish game either.

It's good ol' poker.

And she is bluffing shamelessly.

Spike knows very well that it's a game of gestures; of tiny and studied movements. Little Dawnie is playing her cards like a pro. She plays with her lips, with her shoulders, and that pretty long hair. She lays her hand down with every inch of skin on her young body - tempting him with fire and words.

He has taught her very well.

And, he guesses, she is using it as a revenge.

"C'mon, Spike," she says, while standing up, "let's go to my room, I think I have a checkerboard somewhere in my closet."

Suddenly it's very clear to him that he can't stand up. He just can't. If he does, she will notice his reaction to her. The embarrasing truth is that her nearness and words have a physical effect on him.

"You go first, Nibblet. I'll be up in a bit."

"Why? Now, c'mon. Don't be so lazy. What's wrong, Spike? Do you have a cramp, or something?"

"No Dawn! I don't- -"

But it's too late. She's instantly at his feet, touching his right leg and making his whole body burn with heat. She's is on her knees, so close that he can feel her eyes fixed somewhere under his belt, and he knows he can't resist anymore.

"Dawn, please, get away or I'll..."

"What?" There isn't suprise in her voice, there's something more...

"Just get out, Dawn."

"What's going on with you, Spike? Why are you...?"

"Just. Get. Out!"

"You just don't want to play with me, do you?" she cried, "I mean, that's the reason, isn't it? You think that I'm not worth a try. You think I won't be good at it, or good enough like... like the Bot. But I can, Spike! I know that I don't know a lot about it like she does, but I can do it... if you teach me how... I can learn... just let me show you...."

"No Bit, and I think you should take your body up to your room and read something or go and catch a show on the telly, yeah? Just go. Now."

"Fine! You useless... chipped vampire! You win! I'll get out of your sight!!"

And with that, she stomps out of the room and runs up the stairs.

The sound of her door being slammed, lets Spike know that their night is over very early.

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In her room, with the lights off, Dawn lets her thoughts travel to the same places where they have lingered over the last few weeks. And the darkness whispers phrases in her ear, words of sin , words of hope . Words of death.

Suddenly all is very clear in her mind.

She smiles.

TBC