DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series, or the people and places therein. I also do not own the character of Lucy Hannover. I've borrowed them to write this fiction, which is just that and not a way to try to steal money from Joss and company.
Now
Dawn couldn't ever remember being this afraid of Spike. Or ever really being afraid of Spike for that matter. Though she'd never known him back when he really was Sunnydale's Big Bad.
She'd been about to say something to her sister, when Buffy had run off--had been standing right behind Spike at the time, in fact.
"Buffy, wait!" Lucy had shouted. "This is Spike!"
That had only made the Slayer run away faster. And it had really pissed Spike off when she had.
When he'd turned from the door, he'd shoved her out of his way--and onto the floor--and stalked into the bathroom for his boots. She heard him swearing at Lucy, and heard Lucy say something back, but couldn't make out any of the "conversation." She'd been too stunned at Spike's rough treatment of her to even move.
When he'd come back out of the bathroom, he'd grabbed Willow's crossbow off the desk by the phone. Then he'd hauled her up by one arm, and tossed her into the chair by the door.
Spike had been in full game face when she looked up at him. "Don't you move from that spot until I get back, hear me?"
Dawn had nodded frantically, not wanting to fuel his anger.
After she'd nodded, Spike has stormed out of the room, slamming the door on his way.
She had started crying almost immediately after he'd left. Her eyes were still puffy and red, and she found herself sniffling and fighting more tears.
Now it was almost forty five minutes since he and Lucy had left to go find her sister and Dawn was beginning to worry. Her hand was poised over the phone to call Angel when she heard the knock on the door.
She raced over to it, looking out of the peephole before opening it. She flung herself into her sister's arms as soon as she opened the door. "God, Buffy, I'm so glad you're all right."
"Yeah, well, when I found her, she was about to be the best snack of some bloke's unlife." Spike glared at the Slayer, who still gripped one of his hands despite Dawn's exuberant embrace.
"I was fine. That guy was about to be blowing in the wind," Buffy retorted.
"Ha! Luv, you were so far off your game that it was back in Sunnyhell."
Buffy tried to come up with a snappy rejoinder, and couldn't. She knew Spike was right. But both she and Dawn smiled at their banter.
Spike handed her the crossbow when Dawn let her go. Buffy raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"I need to talk to her alone." Gently, he pushed Dawn back into the hotel room.
Now
Dawn couldn't ever remember being this afraid of Spike. Or ever really being afraid of Spike for that matter. Though she'd never known him back when he really was Sunnydale's Big Bad.
She'd been about to say something to her sister, when Buffy had run off--had been standing right behind Spike at the time, in fact.
"Buffy, wait!" Lucy had shouted. "This is Spike!"
That had only made the Slayer run away faster. And it had really pissed Spike off when she had.
When he'd turned from the door, he'd shoved her out of his way--and onto the floor--and stalked into the bathroom for his boots. She heard him swearing at Lucy, and heard Lucy say something back, but couldn't make out any of the "conversation." She'd been too stunned at Spike's rough treatment of her to even move.
When he'd come back out of the bathroom, he'd grabbed Willow's crossbow off the desk by the phone. Then he'd hauled her up by one arm, and tossed her into the chair by the door.
Spike had been in full game face when she looked up at him. "Don't you move from that spot until I get back, hear me?"
Dawn had nodded frantically, not wanting to fuel his anger.
After she'd nodded, Spike has stormed out of the room, slamming the door on his way.
She had started crying almost immediately after he'd left. Her eyes were still puffy and red, and she found herself sniffling and fighting more tears.
Now it was almost forty five minutes since he and Lucy had left to go find her sister and Dawn was beginning to worry. Her hand was poised over the phone to call Angel when she heard the knock on the door.
She raced over to it, looking out of the peephole before opening it. She flung herself into her sister's arms as soon as she opened the door. "God, Buffy, I'm so glad you're all right."
"Yeah, well, when I found her, she was about to be the best snack of some bloke's unlife." Spike glared at the Slayer, who still gripped one of his hands despite Dawn's exuberant embrace.
"I was fine. That guy was about to be blowing in the wind," Buffy retorted.
"Ha! Luv, you were so far off your game that it was back in Sunnyhell."
Buffy tried to come up with a snappy rejoinder, and couldn't. She knew Spike was right. But both she and Dawn smiled at their banter.
Spike handed her the crossbow when Dawn let her go. Buffy raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"I need to talk to her alone." Gently, he pushed Dawn back into the hotel room.
