Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings of Buffy the Vampire or Angel. If I did I wouldn't bother writing this dumb fan-fiction for you people, would I? J/K!

Author's Note: This is my first fan-fiction. And i have now realized my grammer sucks. But be kind R&R.

It had been almost 5 years since he left Sunnydale. The memory of that night still haunted Spike's every thought, so much so that when he started to think about it he couldn't stop until he had purposely tried to eat someone just so he could pass out from the pain of the government chip in his head. He didn't actually believe that any of the old Scoobies were still in Sunnydale but he had to try, he needed closure, mostly from Dawn, their last conversation still sent him reeling every time she had entered his mind which was most of the time, it played in his head like a short film as he looked down at his swirling beer.

Flashback "Spike? Where are you going?" Spike turned to face a groggy Dawn rubbing at her eyes checking to see if it was really him standing there. His thoughts drifted back a movie she made him watch with her at Christmastime (The Grinch who Stole Christmas) after that thought he decided that he wasn't going to be the Grinch, he wouldn't lie to his little Cindy Lou Who. "Out." he said finally not entirely disregarding his previous decision by only telling a half-truth.

He thought that he had solved his problem but she pressed harder on the topic. "When will you be back?" she asked as she saw the open duffel bag on his bed fulled with his clothes and belongings, but she feared she already knew the answer which sent a tear to her eye.

It had been over a month since Buffy died. Xander and Anya had left soon after to New York where Xander got a promising construction job. Willow and Tara left a week ago to get "married" in Hawaii after they decided life was too short. Dawn got a postcard saying they wouldn't be coming back because Sunnydale had too many painful memories. On the same day as the horrific postcard, Giles got a call from the Watcher's Council reoffering his position, he decided to take it since his Slayer was dead and he wanted to move on. Spike was the only one who she trusted and now he was leaving her.

The single tear had quickly turned into breathless sobs as she contamplated the newest betrayal in her life. "How can you do this to me?" Was all she could manage to say.

"I'm sorry Dawn but I can't stay here. You know I care about you an' all but..." He was cut off when he finally looked at her crying for the first time since the night Buffy died. It was all the same. The same tears, the same painful stare, same hand movements, same everything. He couldn't believe that him leaving would bring such a strong feeling to her sweet, innocent face.

All he could do was stand in awe, jaw dropped slightly. Knowing that he caused such much pain to his Nibblet was almost to much for him. He felt like taking her up in his arms and telling her that he'd stay just for her, but he knew he couldn't. So instead he knelt down next to her

"Dawnie, look at me," She removed her hand from her face enough to see Spike's sorrowed expression, "I'm a vampire. You don't want me to raise you, do you?" As she began to nod her head he stopped her by cupping her chin. "Now, none of that. I'm not the fathering type, you see. I'll just end up teaching you all kinds of bloody awful things, like drinking and smoking and listening to music that isn't sung by 5 acne-ridden boys that touch themselves because no self-respecting bird would even think about screwing them." Dawn gave a weak smile as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Now you know what you're going to do," he said as he picked her up and placed her in his bed, "You're gonna go back to sleep and first thing tomorrow you're going ring up Watcher-boy and tell him that I said you should go to England with him, ok?" Dawn looked back up at him as he tucked her in.

"Spike, will I ever see you again?"

"Of course, pet, someday." With that ray of hope Dawn flung her arms around Spike's neck to point where he was sure that if he was human it would've kill him. "I love you, Nibblet." he whispered in her ear.

"I love you, William." she whispered into his ear. They seperated and stared into each other's now widened eyes. His mind was sent spinning in every direction. Nobody had referred to him as William in over a century. In a fight, this would've enraged him but now, from her lips, it was a word he didn't realize he'd longed to hear. He continued to stare deep into her green eyes. All he saw was her love for him.

He backed away for a moment, closing his eyes, searching for a clear thought. He opened them again to see her looking down at floor trying to conceal her red cheeks. All he could do was blush himself, how could he have been so blind? It wasn't Buffy he loved it was Dawn! But she's barely fifteen, you dirty old man, who do you think you are, that poofter Angelus! His mind seemed to scream at him for showing any simaliarities to Angel. Then he looked at her, her eyes that once found the floor so interesting were now on him.

He couldn't help stare at her beauty, she looked confused by his constantly changing expressions. First shock, then embarressment, then dumbstruck, then disbelieve, then anger, now awe. He practically could hear her mind saying God, this guy has more mood swings then I do And all he could think was I love Dawn, wait, that can't be right

Finally Spike broke the silence with a "Bloody Hell!" through cletched teeth as he quickly sat beside her and swooped her up in a passionate kiss. He could feel her whole body catch on fire when his tongue invaded her mouth. His hands moving up her pajama top all over her skin he grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. She was now flat on her back and he was over her. As his tongue moved down to her neck she seemed to moan his name. Spike looked up to answer her while continuing to lick her jugular.

"I want you..."

He couldn't beleive his ears. Was it possible for a beautiful creature like her to want a soulless monster like him to take away her innocence? He stopped for a moment and cocked one eyebrow up, then she finished her sentence.

"...to bite me." At this he stopped all together and looked at her quizzically.

"What?" Was all he could manage as he sat bolt upright.

"I want you to feed off me." She said as she leaned forword a bit a offered him her neck.

He could hear her heart thumping and smell her powerful blood pumping, a mixture of the Key and a trace Slayer blood from her sister, it was almost too intoxicating. He felt thrist and he wanted to quench it but then other thoughts came rushing into his brain. "I would really love to, pet, but I can't with this chip thing shoved into my head." She moved closer to him.

"It's okay. Once I overheard Riley and Buffy talking about it. As long as you don't intentially want to hurt me it won't go off." Spike's look dramatically changed in an instant.

"Let's get to it then!" he said as Dawn giggled. They began to passionately kiss again. He proceeded with open-mouthed kisses down her neck as she clinged on to the back of his shirt. He looked up again. "Are you sure about this, luv?"

"Spike, just do it!" she said with a hint of annoyance it her voice.

"Ok your wish is my command." He got into his game face and pushed his fangs through her pale flesh. She whimpered a bit but then it turned into a pleasurable moan. When Spike realized the chip didn't go off he drank deeper.

After a few gulps of blood, he stopped, he shook his head back into his human face. He suddenly remembered the promise he made to Dawn the night Buffy died. That he would always protect from harm, and look at what he was doing to her, it was the complete opposite of protecting her.

He got up almost scared of the bite mark which he had made in her. Dawn sat up, "What's wrong?"

"I can't do this!" He said pacing around the room. "This is insane! You're an innocent little Key and I'm the soddin' big bad!"

Dawn looked hurt. "Don't you love me?" Spike gave her a look that used to give Dru all the time.

"Are you bloody out of your mind?" A phrase that often went along with the look. "Of course, I love you, you stupid bint!" He looked like he was going mad. "It's just you're 15 and I'm..." he paused not wanting to reveal his true age in fear that she might be repulsed. "...not 15."

"Fine be that way, you dumb vampire!" she got off the bed and threw anything she could find at him. He tried to duck but a few things grazed him as he made way out of the bedroom and down the stairs. "Get out! Get out! Get out!!" In a moment he was out the door and locked out.

"I need my things!" he called out to the window. A second later his black duffel bag was thrown out the window and clattered near his feet. "Thanks..." he said as turned other direction towards his motorcycle. As he secured his bag he added in a whisper, "...you bite-sized bitch." Then he was on his bike and riding like a bat outta hell. End of Flashback

Spike took one final sip of his beer and turned around to hear the announcer say, "Ladies and Gentlemen. The Bronze is proud to present Sunnydale's own "Hell's Angels"!

His eyes widened and he almost choked as saw the lead singer. Dressed in black leather from head to toe except from a blood-red lace camisole. She wore a thick black leather choker around her neck and her chestnut brown hair shimmered under the stage lights. And her eyes were like to green lily pads but with a quiet sharpness that would cut glass. Once she looked up from the stage as the song began he knew that she was his.

His Dawn.