A/N: This is very AU. Buffy had sex with Angel and let Angelus out. But the trick is, Buffy has a younger sister. But Dawn's only, like, a year younger. Buffy's older in this fic, too. So Dawn's probably around 17 or so. William is Spike, but a more gentler side. Joyce is, like, obsessed with finding the cure for Angelus. And Dawn is basically her lonely self.
Hope you enjoy!
She expected for her mother and Buffy to be waiting at home with a bucket of popcorn in between them on the couch and them watching a black and white movie, all excited to hear the juicy details of the dance.
Did he hold your hand? Did he dance with you? Did he ask if you wanted punch? Oh, did he kiss you? Was it just a small peck?
Was the whole thing just a prank to see if he could take the biggest loser girl in school to the dance?
But no one was there to greet her. The house was dark and empty.
She really wished she stayed back at the park. At least she wouldn't have been alone. There was someone who was back there with her. Lately she had felt a presence around her during the night when she was out. It felt safe and reassuring, so she didn't really worry. But she didn't like the thought of someone constantly watching over her.
Reaching her room, she pulled off her dress that she adored and hung it on a hanger. It seems as if it would stay in the closet for quite some time before she ever put it back on again. Placing black silk pajama pants with a matching silk tank top on her body, she walked back downstairs and sat on the couch.
After about five minutes of trying to get comfortable on the couch, she realized that she was restless. Grabbing a stake and a hoodie, she headed out the door.
She mindless roamed around the road and watched as the leaves danced with the wind. It was a Friday night, so there was a select few walking along the sidewalks with her. She tried not to think about it, she really did. But it was all her brain could grasp anymore:
She was alone.
True, she wasn't alone physically. She had her mother, her sister, Giles, and the rest of the Scooby Gang. But they weren't really there for her. She had no one. Her mother was always wrapped up with Giles and Buffy. They were trying to find a way to resoul Angelus.
Which she found repulsive and unfair. It wasn't as if he had tried to end the world. She had even seen him a couple of times and he seemed happy. Playful, even. She felt...jealous at the fact. He got everything, it seemed. A happy life. A lover. A family.
She frowned when she realized that she had found herself in the graveyard. And her frown increased when she realized she didn't know which one she was in. Biting her lip, she twirled her head around trying to find something that would make her remember.
A bush rustled in the distance and she decided to go check it out. But she was pulled from her investigation with a strong pair of hands grabbed her neck and threw her against the ground.
"My, my my. What do we have hear? A pretty little girlie."
The vampire put his weight on top of her, which caused her to become immobile. He was too heavy. His fingers were cutting off her air supply which caused everything to get hazy and bright.
"Little girls shouldn't be strolling around in the land of the dead. Are you lost little girl?"
He ran his cold fingers across her body. She shuddered. She was so stupid. Why did she do this? Maybe because she wanted this to happen.
His touch was harsh and burning. She never has felt so violated in her life. The ground was hard against her back as she squiggled around. Twigs and dead leaves were scuffing her back and making her bleed.
"Or where you looking for a good time?"
He trails his hand down into her silk pants and she tries not to arch into his touch. Chubby fingers groped her through her underwear. But she didn't scream. Didn't moan. Didn't do anything but stay still and quiet.
Because if she didn't make any noise, then it wasn't real.
"I think you'll-"
But the vampire never got to finish anything. Because he soon flew off of her and was now laying beside her on the grown. A dark figure climbed on top of the vampire and punched him in the face.
"She's mine," the figure hissed and cuffed his fingers around the pale neck.
The figure reached over to her body and snaked its hand down her jacket. She stiffened. He then brought his hand which held her stake. He thrusted it into the vampire's chest and he exploded into dusk.
Wiping off his shirt, he stood up. He held out his hand and she accepted it.
His hand felt cool as he wrapped his fingers around hers. Letting him take all her weight, she raised from the ground and her bones cracked and her muscles moaned.
She felt a little dirty. And sore.
"Thanks," she said, her voice dry and wavering.
She could have died tonight. And the scariest thing was that it didn't bother her as much as it should.
Knees became jelly and she almost fell to the ground. But he caught her by her waist and pulled her into an embrace. Her feet dangled from his strong arms and her head rested against his hard chest.
But it wasn't a bad hard, like the park bench or the ground. It made her feel safe and cared for.
And he was a stranger.
Going against her better judgment (and the voices in her head), she nuzzled her head closer into his chest and closed her eyes, exhaustion finally taking her over like the plague. It didn't really matter where her mystery man was going to take her. Deep down inside, she trusted him.
It was a beautiful feeling.
