This is an AU story. Everyone is human. Spike is William, a sexy teacher who happens to be Dawn's. I'm not sure if I want to continue or if it should just be like this. But I'll probably continue it.


Chapter 1
She was bloody gorgeous.

She was everything, but a typical teenage girl. Her hair was unruly and completely a mess; the long, dyed locks tangled and twisted their way down her back. Her makeup was exotic. Some days her eyes were thickly lined in the darkest of blacks and other days, her eyes seemed as if an artist's pallet had exploded on her lid. The colors arranged from electric blue to hot pink to turquoise. Her lips weren't disappointing, though. They were just as colorful as her eyes. Her thick, luscious lips were often painted in deep reds, bright oranges, and dirty pinks. They all made her delectable lip ring shine and glisten in the light. Her skin was slightly pale and she highly stood out since all of her classmates' who were covered with thick tans. But she would stick out, anyway though. Her body was slim, yet seemed athletic under her skimpy black clothing. Combat boots (and sometimes Converses) covered her feet. Her delicate legs led up to curvy hips and then to a very nice chest. Sometimes, it seemed, as if she would spill out of her tight top.

Needless to say, she was quite sexy for a seventeen-year-old. For being underage. For being his bloody student.

For being illegal.

And there she was –clothed in a pair of form-fitting jeans and a tight yellow shirt that shows a sliver of her stomach and also her tattoo on her hip. Her body wasn't situated in her desk correctly; her back was slouched down in the chair and her legs were kicked up over the table. A bored expression was played over her features.

He wanted nothing more than to rid her of it.

But, again, she was illegal. If he ever acted on his sexual urges... The mere thought left him with a bad taste in his mouth. He sighed, letting it calm his senses and pushed his rather long hair back from his eyes.

"Professor," she calls, her arm waving feverly in the air, trying to get his attention. Her beatnik friends were chuckling nervously and turning red. A few were giving her stern looks, but she blew them off.

He walked to her, letting his movements become slow and drawled out. Once arriving at her desk, he crossed his arms at his chest.

"Yes, Miss Summers?" he asks, his voice hinted with boredom, but oh how it was so wrong. He was dying to know what she was going to ask.

She always kept him on edge.

"Are you into S&M, Mr. Terrance?" she questions, a twinkle in her green eyes. But her face held a serious expression. She tilted her head which caused her hair to fall into her eyes.

His eyes grew wide. And he blinked a couple of times.

"Why, William, it was a question," she innocently states. Her tongue dangerously mingles with her lip ring, making him suddenly have a dry mouth.

"Well, Dawn…I do experiment," he smirked.

She nodded her head, smiling as she did so. Walking away, he saw all of her friends slap ten dollar bills on her desk.

"Told you he was into it."

He shook his head in vain as he heard her.

That one was going to cause him trouble. He was sure of it.