Lies
The door burst open as a very exhausted and overwhelmed Dawn came rushing into her home. If she could even call it a home. The sound of a door slamming filled the house, awaking her resting sister.
"Dawnie? What's wrong?" A worried Buffy asked from the couch.
Dawns mind raced for a lie. Spike knows. Would he tell Buffy?
"Oh nothing's wrong, I just felt like jogging, good exercise…" Dawn stuttered.
Buffy narrowed her eyes and Dawn could tell that she didn't believe her. Buffy sighed and sat back down on the couch. She looked quizzically at her younger sister and asked her if everything was all right.
"Oh ya, everything's great! Just uh had kind of a rough day at school," Dawn said. It wasn't technically a lie, since school had been rough. "Really Buffy, It's no big."
Buffy bought it and thirty seconds later Dawn was alone in her room, pressing a razor to her arm in hopes of forgetting a horrible day. It seemed like ages later, but it was only half an hour that Buffy yelled up the stairs to Dawn's room that she was going out patrolling. "Okay" Dawn yelled empty heartily. She was just beginning to think of cleaning up the bloody towel and razor when her sister finished her sentence. Spike was coming over to watch her. "Okay" Dawn yelled again, as she scrambled to hide the razor and bloody washcloth, both were shoved between her mattress and she ran to the washroom. She scrubbed the cut, and stopped the bleeding. Feeling the usual calm she felt after performing her secret. But her heart was racing, faster than it had in a long time. What would Spike say. What if Spike told Buffy? Dawn's mind was so filled with possibilities that she barely heard the door open and shut. Dawn gulped, and pulled her sleeve back down and headed back to her room, in hopes of avoiding an inevitable conversation.
She put her music on. She picked up her science textbook and attempted to look like she was studying. She stared at the textbook for fifteen minutes, ignoring the worried vampires stare from the hallway. She pretended she didn't see him. But she could see the look in his eye. Worry. Dawn held back a laugh. She heard him walk towards the doorway, and she glanced at him. He still wore that look of worry on his disgusting soulless face. This time she laughed out loud.
"It's not funny luv, you've got me worried." Dawn laughed, and asked him how long it would be until he told Buffy. Spike responded half heartily, "I already have."
