Desperation
I almost laughed. Almost. He asked me what the bloody hell I was doing. I told him to bugger off. He was shocked. I never spoke like that. I was always nice, polite Dawnie. The precious little sister of the Slayer. Well I was sick of it. I walked away from him. He got over the shock of my new attitude and grabbed my arm and spun me around. I yanked my arm away and pulled down the sleeve. It was none of his business. He cut in front of me, blocking my way home. I narrowed my eyes. "What the hell do you want?" I asked, annoyed.
"I saw you nibblet. I saw the blood. I saw the look on your face. Don't pretend I don't know what I'm talking about. I can see the denial in your eyes. So this is what you do. You think a little blood and pain wont hurt anyone?"
"Not anyone important." I spat back.
I tried to walk around him, but he stepped in front of me again. "What has gotten into you Dawn? This isn't like you at all."
"Just leave me alone or I'll…" I began.
"Or you'll what? Cut yourself again? Run and hide behind your big sis and ask her to protect you from the people who CARE about you? How about we go have a nice little chat with big sis right about now, how about that Dawn."
"Don't you dare! This is none of your business. You don't care! You don't want to 'talk' to Buffy! You just want to SCREW her!" I saw the shock in your eyes and laughed. "What? You think I don't hear you guys? I know what you doing! Jesus! I'm not seven years old!"
Spike was speechless. She wasn't supposed to know. Dawn shoved past him, with surprising strength. She must get her strength from all that anger Spike pondered. He was going to run after her, but realized she probably needed to be alone right now, for the better or worse.
Dawn was running. She couldn't have anyone know. She just couldn't. The last person who found out died. And much as Dawn didn't like Spike right now, she couldn't lose anyone else. Even if it was a soulless thing like Spike.
