Chapter 1- Desire
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Buffy. Go figure.
Author's Notes: Andrew's feelings for Dawn are discovered and Anya and Xander discuss their feelings.
The sun poured into the room as Dawn Summers slept peacefully, unaware of eyes that watched her as she dreamt. She was beautiful, especially so in his eyes. But if anyone knew of his obsession, God only knows what they would do. Buffy, the Slayer, (one of them anyways, there were two) would certainly have a go at him. Kick his ass to say the least. Buffy and her Slayer posse never seemed to like him, no matter what he did. He cooked breakfast for them, cleaned for them, and offered much needed geekiness. It was, he thought, because he wasn't as powerful as the rest of them, not anymore, although he used to be evil. A witch, two Slayers, and about 20 potential Slayers, girls that came from all over the world to fight the world's first evil, weaklings, for now, at least. An ex demon, and Xander, who was just an average Joe like himself, but had been Buffy's friend for seven years, fighting at her side. Not to mention that he was considered to be a nuisance to the group. Then, he heard it. Trouble. Footsteps coming down the hallway, towards the bedroom, which, needless to say, he wasn't supposed to be in. He had to get out of there, or hide.
But hiding was impossible in Dawn's over cluttered room. It was filled with sleeping bags and mattresses slept in by the potential Slayers. The room was a perfect imitation of a girly sleepover party. Or so he thought, he'd never been to one. Well, there was one time…the footsteps approached quickly, pausing just outside the door. He ran to the window, careful not to awaken the younger of the two Summer's sisters, and give himself away. He opened the window just as the door was opened.
"Andrew? The fuck???" the voice belonged to Faith. She made no effort to be quiet, and he watched as Dawn's (beautiful) eyes opened to see him, the "hostage", as he was considered, since he used to be an evil mastermind, (or so he thought) standing next to her window, watching her every move. As much movement as a sleeping teenager would make, anyways. But he was caught. It took one look at Faith, who had Andrew pinned against the wall to know exactly what was going on.
"Why are you in here?" Dawn shouted, her voice high. She pulled the blankets around her barely-dressed body. Faith proceeded to slam him against the wall again, waiting for an answer.
"I-I…would you believe I was…err…cleaning up the bedding?" He stammered with a slight wheeze.
"Nope, considering the potentials are still sleeping in those beds!" Said Faith, throwing him against the wall once again. "B," she shouted. "This pervert's been spying on your sister." Buffy was in the room immediately. She crossed her arms and looked at Andrew.
"Leave," she said, as Andrew scurried away. This was why he would never get a chance at Dawn. The all-powerful Slayer duo would never give him the chance. And it depressed him.
Anya sat alone on the steps of the Summer's house, staring up at the sky as Xander walked out of the house. She pretended not to notice him, but in reality, this was not the case. Ever since he left her at the altar, she had lusted for him. Lusted for the passion that they once had.
"Anya?" He spoke up. She continued to ignore him, but it was impossible.
"Xander." She said matter-of-factly, slumping slightly.
"We're having a Slayer meeting, why not come inside?" Anya didn't respond. She stared at the ground, silently hoping he would say something to make it all better, to make her think he still cared about her, felt something, anything at all. They had still been as intimate as ever, referring to it as "last-time sex". But it had never been the last time, though every time she feared that it would be.
He sat next to her, not saying a word. He looked at the spot at the ground, the same one she had looked at. But he saw nothing, just ground.
"Anya…look…" He said finally. She didn't respond with words alone. Instead, she turned to him and kissed him. The kiss seemed to last forever, and Anya wished it would. She wished this wouldn't really be the "last time". Their tongues fit together perfectly, as if they were two bodies, dancing. Finally, Xander broke away.
"We can't do this," he said, standing up. She stood up to meet his eyes.
"Xander-"
"No, Anya," he interrupted. "We can't keep dancing around the truth, you have to accept it." Anya's eyes filled with tears. She turned away from him. She just couldn't accept what he had just said.
So here we are
We are alone
There's weight on your mind
I wanna know
The truth
If this is how you feel
Say it to me
If this was ever real
She turned to him. "Did you ever really love me?"
"Anya…of course…"
"Do you love me still?"
"Anya…I can't…you know that…"
"Do you?" He hesitates for a moment.
"No…" He says, looking away. With that, Anya ran, not even waiting for him to finish his sentence. She knew the truth now.
I want the truth
from you
Give me the truth
Even if it hurts me
Author's Notes: The song in this chapter is "The Truth" by Good Charlotte. A lot more about Buffy and Spike in the next chapter! And more about Dawn and Andrew coming soon!