Disclaimer: Joss is God. Joss owns all. (Thinking to myself) I wonder what would happen if I just...

A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed my little twist. And if not, oh well. Just throw flames. P.S. This chapter were having some major angst. All my fluff fans (fake cough; Chi) will just have to deal.

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As the taxi drove off, the driver noticed Spike's still shocked expression. "That your girlfriend?" he said in a thick Indian accent.

"Nope." he smiled stuffing his hands in his pockets, pulling out a diamond ring. "She's my fiance."

Chapter 7

Putting on her high-heels and running towards the door Dawn looked at the clock. 5 after 9. "Oh, shit!" she mumbled just in earshot of Willow who was up making breakfast.

"What's wrong, Dawnie? Where are you going?" she said sweetly unaware of Dawn's silent grimace at the use of her family's pet name for her.

"Nothing. Work." she said rapidly looking for Angel's car keys. "Why can't he ever keep them in one spot!" she muttered under her breath.

"They're on the counter." groaned a voice lying on the couch.

"Thanks. Bye." In a instant she was out the door and down the stairs.

"I didn't know you were up." smiled Willow still tending to her eggs.

"Couldn't sleep" Angel said rubbing his eyes. "Had that dream again."

"Which one?"

"The one where Dawn hates us for life when she finds out what were doing." he got up and moved towards the bright light of the kitchen.

"She might be a little miffed at us, but she'll eventually understand." she put her arm around him.

As Dawn walked through the door of the law firm she was approached by her boss. "Good morning, Mr. Miller."

"Dawn, can see you in my office?" he whispered looking around. She nodded her head and followed him into his office. "Have a seat." he said pointing to the large green leather chair in front of his desk. He sat down across from her. "Dawn, do you know why I started this business." Dawn slowly shook her head not sure which way this lecture would go. "Because my father said I couldn't." Great, she thought, a guy with daddy issues. "And the money, I'm not ashamed to say that. Money was a big part of it. But mostly..." he got up and put his hand on her shoudler. "... because of the power."

His hand slowly moved down her shirt to her breast. Dawn's eyes widened, she jolted up and turned to him knocking his hand away. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting the power I need." he looked at her hungerily. He lunged at her and grabbed her shoudlers and threw her on the desk. Before he could reach her she got up and knocked him unconsious with one punch.

Once she composed herself she realized by the blood on the desk that she had injured herself with his envelope opener. She looked at the back of her thigh, the spot right above her left knee was covered in blood and a sharp pain was now pulsing through her body, bruises appeared on her her shoudlers where he had touched her.

As soon as she stopped the bleeding and covered what she could with her skirt she walked out of the office and out of the building. There was only one place she could go and feel safe. Spike's.

Spike awoke to the sound of crying and whimpering in the far corner of his room. He looked around in the darkness. "Dawn?" she didn't say anything just nodded her head, walked over to his head, and sat down. Spike turned on the small lamp and cupped Dawn's chin, forcing her head upwards so he could see the tears streaming down her face. "What happened?"

"I thought he wanted to talk to me about my lateness." she started. "But then he..." she cried.

"Who's he? Angelus? A demon? A fuzzy bunny?" he said trying to make her smile but it didn't seem to work.

"Mr. Miller, my boss." she cried, holding her head in her hands so Spike couldn't see her tears.

"What did he do, pet?" he asked looking concerned.

"He tried to...rape me." she began to sob harder as Spike put his arms around her. Spike could feel his rage burning inside him. He knew what he had to do, but for now he had to take care of his Dawn.

"Did he hurt you?"

"A couple bruises, but I think they're almost gone now." she sniffled looking up at him. Spike could see the faintest hint of a bruise on her left shoudler, that would be enough for him but just in case he wanted to make sure there wasn't anything else. "And..." she contined. "on my leg, but I did that to myself, on accident."

"May I?" he motioned to her leg.

"Okay." she rolled over on her stomach revealing the stab wound that, now, looked more like a gash.

He ran his forefinger and middle finger over the wound. It was still fresh, Spike could smell the blood on his fingers. It smelt like cherries, not the fresh ones but the ones you put on ice cream, the sweet ones, he thought. She whimpered a bit at his touch he wished he could make her pain go away.

He looked at his blood-covered fingers again, he hadn't had human blood in years. He remembered the last time he had tasted her, she tasted powerful enough then with the Key blood and just a hint of Slayer thrown in. Now that she was an actual Slayer, not just a sister of one, her blood would taste even better. And a virgin, too! At that thought he plunged his two fingers into his mouth sucking the red liquid. Then Dawn turned around at the sound of his groaning.

"Having fun without me?" she laughed. "Spike, are you giving your fingers a blow job?" Spike quickly took his fingers out of his mouth and turned as red as the blood he was just drinking. His eyes naturally drifted back to her wound, giving Dawn a chance to examine him. When she saw a drop of blood on the side of his lip she knew what he was doing and what he wanted to do.

"Oooooh." she said knowingly.

"Honestly, it's not what it looks like, Slayer." he stated defensively.

"Ooooooh." she sat up despartely trying to not rest the back of her leg on his sheets. She put her hand up to his face.

"Dawn, no!" Spike flinched. She placed her hand on his cheek opposite the one with the blood stain.

"Oooooooh."

"Would you stop saying that!?" But he couldn't talk anymore Dawn's thumb was now pressed against lips. It moved a little farther until it reached the blood droplet then came back to his lip pushing gently. Spike opened his mouth a little and let his tongue find her thumb, he licked up the drop, looking at her amazed.

He was about to kiss her when she stopped him, she turned over again showing her wound. Spike knew what she wanted him to do but did she understand the conquences of what could happen.

Dawn knew Spike was confused so she reassured him. "I read that vampire saliva is a natural adhesive to wounds."

"I know, but are you sure? I haven't tasted human blood in 7 years and that your blood is probably the tastiest short of gods an' all. I don't think it'd be safe get my fangs anywhere near your skin."

"It's okay..." she said turning away and leaning on her hands. "I trust you." Her words plunged straight to his heart making him think that if it was beating it would've stopped right there.

He kneeled next to her body being carefully not to touch or look at her in anyway that would ignite more urges that he already had. He closed his eyes, changed into his vamp face and began to lick her wound trying hard not to ignite any urges in her either but it was too late. She whimpered and moaned at every movement of his tongue, making it extremely hard to restrain himself.

Oh bloody hell, he thought, the sound of a innocent girl/Slayer whimpering, that's helpful. But she seemed ignore his silent remark instead she moaned even louder causing her leg muscles to tense.

Spike noticed that the blood was almost gone off the deep gash and the skin was starting to heal itself, but instead of stopping before he had gone too far he placed his hand under her thigh a pushed upward into his mouth making Dawn shreik.

He could feel her skin closely faster and faster around his tongue. His demon side, that was now in control, could not let that happen. Spike gripped her leg even tighter and pushed his fangs into her skin. Dawn screamed but he did not stop.

Before he took a drink he concentrated his mouth on her fair skin. It tasted just like vanilla ice-cream, he thought. Then he glupped down the blood, with the perfect topping. Before he could take another sip he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. As he doubled over in pain, Dawn got up and instead on causing him further pain, she just left. He thought he heard her screamed something at him but he couldn't really make it out over the pain.

"Both of them should rot in hell!" Dawn screamed to no one walking through the cementary hours later. "After I...and him...how could he?" she stopped for a minute, blew her hair away from her face, and sighed loudly. "I hate Mondays." She walked straight home and took another shower, her 3rd one for the night.

Dawn walked into her bedroom and let her towel drop to the floor. What she didn't know was that Spike was sitting in the tree near her window.

Spike thought of how he used to stalk Buffy this way and how he never used needed to stalk Dawn 1)because he didn't feel that way about her then and 2)because she would always follow him around like a lost puppy, anyway. Things were simpler back there, he thought.

He watched as she put on her clothes, silently begging her to stop, he had never seen her naked body before he wanted the picture burned in his head, in case he never got another chance. As she turned around to get her shirt, he saw what he had done to her, two small round red wounds on the back of her thigh, now scabbed over. Spike gasped and almost fell out of the tree.

Dawn stopped for a moment thinking she had heard something then she realized her window was wide open while she was standing there stark naked! She quickly shut the blinds and continued to put on her clothes.

He climbed down and dusted off his black leather duster. (No pun intended) He knew what was next, he had to make it up to her, no matter how much it hurt him.

A/N: Cliffhanger! I hope you guys don't hate Spike too much. If not, you totally will eventually. But not to worry Spike fans you will forgive him by the end of this story.