Drawn to Thy Witch
Anna: First off, thanks for the review. Second, don't worry I take no offence. The reason I'm writing Angel and Buffy as bad through Dawn and Connor is, well in season six (when this is set for BTVS) Dawn had some serious problems. She was sort of a kleptomaniac and ungrateful. I imagine the way she sees things is Buffy had to save her just because she was an innocent and that no one really cares about her. Remember, this is a time where Buffy was barely around because she and someone (Spike) were busy with other things. As for Connor and Angel Connor doesn't like his father much so he'll take anything the wrong way, don't you think? Anyway, thanks for the review and I'll try to let up on the stars. :D
Katie: Thanks so much for the review. I love getting reviews.
Faerie Writer: Longer chapters, eh? I could try that:D I like your idea with the phone bills and teaming up. It's cool. Also a good way to bring Faith in. Fantastic. Thanks a billion. Also, as for your review to my other story I'd love to co-write something. I'm sure that you're such a good writer. It would be fun. If you'd still like to (co-write something) contact me whether through reviews or e-mail (pastlingers ). So, thanks for reviewing. Hope you like.
Okay, this is reaching a little into Charmed and will completely be part of it within the next chapter. Also, I know I'm a little lame with the way I bring the universes together (bare with me.) One more thing, I played around with their ages and made Connor older (It's more fun.)
Chapter four:
Redwood passed quickly and soon enough, both kids found themselves wandering round downtown San Francisco at night in search of temporary jobs. Though Connor was now nineteen and hardly a kid, Dawn was only a little ways away from sweet sixteen.
"You go that way," Dawn pointed down one side of the street. "And I'll go this way." The two split up, leaving Dawn to wander the darkened and busy city strip alone.
She admired the crowded streets of downtown San Francisco with a sense of wistfulness. She had to continuously tame her hair to point where she tied it back in a bun. The cold chill was foreign to the Southern Californian and she pulled her thin raincoat tight to her body, thanking whatever gods possessed her to finally wear jeans on the road trip.
Soon she came to a stop before a club called P3. A vibrant green sign sat peacefully on the club's window, unaffected by the strong wind. It read, 'looking for a bartender. No qualifications necessary. ' Dawn snatched the sign forcefully and folded it quickly looking at the seemingly popular club.
She got in with a quick and unnoticeable charm done to the bouncer and made her way to the bar through a sea of hot, sweaty bodies. A few grabby men touched her a little too personally and earned themselves shining black eyes. The commotions went unnoticed in the raving group.
Reaching her destination, she pulled a drunk from a bar stool and quickly took his place. She stopped to admire the band playing. It reminded her of the Dingoes. She allowed herself a moment to mourn the kind werewolf wandering the Earth.
She found the manager easily enough, the bartender more than happy to help after Dawn increased her bust line with the quick and painless tug of her skintight navy shirt. She walked up to the woman the bartender had called Piper Haliwell. Deciding to get right to the point she began.
"Listen. I'm young. Defiantly not even of age to get in here legally. I need a job. I saw this," Dawn held up the poster from outside. "And I want to work here."Piper looked at the young girl who had come out of nowhere sceptically. "How old are you?"
"Old enough," Dawn answered quickly.
Piper rolled her eyes with a sigh. "You obviously aren't. You just said you weren't old enough to even be in here, let alone work here."
"I need the money. Please," Dawn begged desperately. " This is the only place that doesn't required a high school education I could find on such short notice."
Piper decided to take sympathy on the young girl. Maybe it was because the way the girl talked like it seemed she really did need the money and this wasn't just some childish ploy to get alcohol or the way her blue eyes sparkled with fire and determination.
"Fine," Piper sighed. " But no late shifts. You'll work from eight to twelve Monday through Thursday. The weekend is rush and I don't feel comfortable leaving you here during that. We get a lot of sickos in here around the weekend. It isn't because you're a child, I don't let any women work during those shifts."
Dawn's eyes lit up at Piper's words. "Really? I can work here?" She sounded surprised.
Piper smiled inwardly at the young girl's excitement. On the outside she was stern. "No alcohol. The minute I see any substance from behind that counter pass your lips I'll fire you faster than you can say underage."
"Understood." Dawn assured.
"What are your full name and your age?" Piper asked and off Dawn worried look, added, "I already hired you and I won't go back on my word. Name and age."
"Dawn Marie Summer and I'll be sixteen in three weeks." Dawn answered honestly.
"Alright," Piper sighed. "You're younger than I thought…but a promise is a promise. You start Monday."
"Thank you," Dawn said, hugging the older woman.
"Now go home and get some sleep," Piper said, shooing Dawn from the club, "You'll need it."
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"A late night café," Connor informed his companion. "Pay's not that good but we'll manage, you?"
"Dance club named P3. Manager's taking a chance on me and I don't feel very good about letting her down in any way," Dawn confessed.
"Good, that's the spirit." Connor praised. "Is she nice?"
"Very," Dawn said, taking a sip of the hot chocolate Connor offered her soon after they met up once more. Now they sat in a hotel room they shared, each on their assigned beds, though they had been pulled together so only a foot or two separated them.
"This is good, nice café, I take it?" Dawn questioned gesturing to her hot chocolate with her eyebrows. Connor nodded in response. "What time is it?" Dawn asked.
The boy leaned back and consulted a bedside alarm clock. "Four," Connor told her. "Never been up this early before."
"Technically, you're not getting up, you've stayed up." Dawn said with a smirk. "So you still haven't gotten up this early before"
"Un contraire, I said been up. That can refer to either or." Connor informed with a smirk of his own.
Dawn hrmp-ed and informed Connor she was going to bed. He only laughed heartily and followed suit.
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Okay, the next chapter should be a lot better (hopefully) Schools cancelled everywhere here (Halifax). It's so fun. Now I can catch up on my typing :D Bye all
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