Sorry about the lack of updates. As you might have read, I've really fallen into a horrible writers block. I haven't really worked on any old fic, just more unfinished new stories. Ugh.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this really, really small update. Hopefully I can get back on the writing wagon and start doing some more updates.

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Chapter 5

"Hey," he whispered, Dawn jumped a little.

"Don't do that!" She smiled. Looking down at her outfit she smiled. She found a public restroom and traded some girl her clothes. Yea, the girl thought it was weird, but Buffy totally would freak if she saw her baby sister in such a provocative and sexed up outfit. Her hair was put in a ponytail, her makeup washed out, and her wide toothy grin was shown.
"So why am I waiting out here?" he asked slowly, his voice quieter than normal. His voice was not harsh, but not as loving as normal. Dawn felt kind of guilty, but it wasn't her fault. She never signed up for an only fuck Spike contract. And besides, he didn't know what happened. She did a spell that got James' sent off of her. Thank God for magics.
"Buffy wanted me to bring you here, so we could spend some time. Blah blah blah. Yeah, that's about it." Spike shook his head.
"You've been drinking haven't you?" He already knew the answer. He could always tell, just like he knew she fucked a vampire. This made his deadheart break.
"I'm not drunk, just something to take the edge off." She didn't want to talk anymore and walked to the door.
"God Spike you're so slow for a vampire," she said while opening the door, smiling and doing the whole teenage thing. God she hated this. He came up right behind her, not very amused. He knew she had a death wish, but what she did was killing her faster. It was so dangerous. He didn't want her dead. Or a vampire.

"Nice to show up, Dawnie," Buffy said snorting a little. Dawn inwardly rolled her eyes. She'll show Buffy.
"Spike and I ran into a couple vampires. One almost bit me, but Spikey came to my rescue and dusted them right on the spot. It was so cool and nice. Thank you Spike," Dawn claimed. 'Take that, bitch' Dawn said inwardly to Buffy.
"Aw, Dawn are you okay?" Buffy jumped off the couch and hugged the
oungest Summer. She put her hands on the outside of Dawn's face and looked her in the eyes. Her skin was being stretched.
"I'm fine. You should really be doing this to Spike. He's the one that saved me," Dawn lied. And she didn't feel bad about it one bit.
"Yes, um, thanks Spike." She looked him in the eyes. "Really." He shrugged it off.

An awkward silence went across the scoobies. Faith of course stopped this.
"So what's the big bad?" Giles stepped up.
"Just this new pack of vampires in town. Buffy ran into them the other day and they said all they want is the," Giles stopped.
"Dark human," Buffy quipped in after stuffing her mouth full of food. Dawn's face paled.
"Yes. They say all they want is that, and they'll go back to where ever they are from."
Everyone was quiet.

"Who's this dark human?" Xander asked.
"And can we just hand him over to the Vamps?" Anya put in.
"We don't know who this person is. They don't have a name. And Buffy didn't talk to them for long." Giles paused thoughtfully.
"Maybe this is in a prophecy somewhere. Or maybe it's an evil human." He looked at Willow and she shook her head.
"Right on it boss." She got on the computer and typed some things in. "Xander, throw me some chips."
Dawn sat down on the table, her mind racing with thoughts. She'd rather kill herself than anyone figure out that she was…who she was. A numb tear ran down her cheek softly.

"Watcher got any blood?"
"What? Pardon?" Giles said out of his book daze.
"I'm hungry. Do you have any blood?" He smirked.
"Yes, in the kitchen. Get me a scotch while you're in there." Spike nodded. He didn't want to tell anyone, but the Watcher and him and an unspoken bond. It was a British thing.

Dawn walked into the kitchen too and poured herself a glass of scotch.

"Are you crazy?" Spiked asked as if she was shooting up right there. He grabbed the glass and poured it down the sink.
"What did you do that for? You just wasted that!" No emotion, she was pretty deadened right now. All she wanted was a good harsh fuck, bleeding on the pavement from a harsh bite and scrapes on her ass and back. Moisture pooled underneath her.
"Thinking about that guy?" His voice was hard.
"What guy?" Keep it cool, Dawn. Keep it cool.
"The vampire who fucked you before you met me."
"How did you-," she started but was caught short by him pulling her shirt top to the side, exposing a harsh bite on her collar. She looked away, her head down. She licked her lips, since suddenly they were dry. She looked back up, gaining courage.
"No I wasn't thinking of James. But it wouldn't matter if I was, since I'm not your woman." Spike smirked.
"Yea, because you're not a woman at all. Huh, love?" He backed her into a corner.
"No you aren't. Not at all. You're just some horny teenager, looking to get off from a little bit of pain. Just because you've been around the block, doesn't make you a soddin' god." Her face was hard, and her voice was ever harder.
"You don't know me. You may know the way around my body, but don't think that's a fucking privilege. You don't know anything about me, so I'd shut the fuck up right about now." She walked away from him, not dare giving him another look, but he grabbed her wrist and whipped her around.
"Don't you walk away from me!" He let up a little from her wrist. And then he became a little calmer.
"Dawn, I worry about you. One of these times a vampire won't enjoy you're little fuck and suck and might snap your head off. Or you might get raped from one. You don't know. You can die." Her eyes clouded over when he mentioned rape. She thought of the three Darla dusted and the master and then that gang over by the pier. She breathed deeply.
"Well maybe I'd just have to get over that." She got quiet, "And who said I don't want to be dead." She turned around again to walk off, but he caught her and slung her up on the wall harshly.
"Don't you dare say that," he was seething.
"Then don't touch me." He took her by the shoulders and pushed her up the wall so her feet were dangling.

"You forget I'm a killer, sweet heart. Cold blooded vampire." He ripped into his vampire façade. He pushed into her harder, his body so close to hers. She licked her lips again and breathed quickly. She would not let him get to her.
"Get off of me!" she said and wiggled around and accidentally kneeing him in the groin.
"Damn bitch," he cursed.
"That's right. Now get the hell off of me." She smiled wickedly as her eyes got dark. Spike suddenly dropped her and clutched his head.
"Cheeky brat," he said and she ran out of the kitchen and out of Giles house.

Everyone looked at him.

"I, uh, called her a, um, damn cheeky brat." Everyone nodded. He went after her, while Faith slowly snuck out, claiming research wasn't her thing and she needed to patrol.