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!
Chapter 5
She didn't want to wake up. For she was having a wonderful dream. And she was having the best sleep of her life. She hadn't slept this sound since she was a baby. And the only monsters and demons she was worried about were the Boogie Man and the Closet Monster.
Pulling her blanket closer to her body, she realized that there was something between her and the blanket. She stripped the top cover off and was slightly disturbed when she saw a worn out leather coat. It was wrapped around her body. Bringing it up to her nose, she inhaled deeply.
It smelled of smoke and liquor and vanilla. Which reminded her of someone. But it slipped her mind.
A shower sounded nice to her ears.
So she walked to her bathroom and peeled off her pjs. She looked in the large mirror and saw uncharacteristic bruises. She produced a frown. Looking over the rest of her body, she didn't find anything else strange. Her makeup had rubbed under her eyes, but other than that nothing.
Turning the water on as hot as she could, she stepped it and let the water take away her thoughts. But she was soon cascaded with what happened as she thought back to the dream.
She invited a vampire-her savior-into her house!
And she didn't find it weird that it didn't bother her one bit.
Because she had a beautiful man watching over her. Her nameless hero saved her from death in the cemetery. He killed her attacker and then took her home.
He knew where she lived!
But the fact still didn't bother her. Even the thought of him made her feel safe and loved. Remembering his strong arms around her made her blush. She had never kissed a man before, yet alone been intimate with someone. But what she shared with her nameless hero seemed so intimate. Or at least she thought it so.
He knew which bedroom was hers!
But, again, it still didn't bother her. It seemed romantic, in a weird sense.
The whole thing was rather romantic. She was about to die, but he saved her. Then took her home, while she was in his wonderful arms, and placed her in bed.
Turning the shower off and drying off her body she knew what she had to do: See him again.
She wanted to thank him, while she was awake. Find out his name. And give him back his duster that he let her borrow. She bit her lip deep in thought. If he gave her his coat, he would most likely want it back. So that meant that he planned on seeing her again. The thought made a large smile break out on her face.
But her happy mood was soon interrupted by harsh bangs on the door.
"Get out. I need to pee," growled her older sister.
Dawn quickly wrapped the towel around her body and laid her hair so they covered the bruises. She skipped the menacing glare that her sister gave her and ran right to her room.
She sat on her bed and thought about her life so far. No one has ever cared for her at all. She was lonely and confused and different and weird and then comes this man and basically saves her from herself. Saved her from the nasties out there that she wanted to let harm her.
Sighing, she threw those thoughts from her brain. She knew where her mind conversation was going. Lately she had been tired of being so depressed all the time. It seemed like that's all she was experiencing.
Getting dressed. Getting dressed would be a good way to steer her mind away from those thoughts.
She put on a pair of old jeans and a black t-shirt. She was going for a simple look today. On top of the black shirt, she slipped on the leather jacket. It basically swallowed her, but she felt good in it.
"Hello sweetie," her mother said in a distracted voice. She was looking down at a big thick book. A Giles's book. A pen was in her hand and it was writing feverly.
Demon homework.
"Hi mom," she says quietly.
"The dance was good, yeah?" And it was a basic yes or no question that she only got to say yes to. She knew the playing felids.
"I'm going to go out to the Library. I have a school report," she lied. The friend thing wouldn't work because everyone knew she didn't have any. Hell, she didn't even know where the library was.
"Just be careful and take a stake," her voice said in a mechanical tone.
Dawn walked to the weapons chest and placed a stake in her belt. She opened the door.
"Bye mom."
"Bye Da- Hey where did you get that coat?"
But Dawn was gone way before she asked that question. She was excited. Was that so wrong? She was going to find her savior.
It didn't hit her brain until she was in the graveyard, that she didn't know where he was.
But he was a vampire. Where did vampires live? Angelus was a vampire! Maybe he would help her.
Or kill her and leave her on the steps so Buffy could find her.
Walking to the Mansion took longer than she expected. And by the time she got there the sun was almost setting behind the trees. In about thirty minutes, the sun will set and there would be tons of vampires all around her. No, she couldn't wait for that. She had to go into the lion's den.
Okay, so maybe she was a little nervous. Her shaking hands proving that thought. Negative thoughts were invading her mind. The number one reason being Angelus. He had never been against her, per se. But she was the slayer's sister. Everyone wanted a piece of her. And certainly Angelus-such a grand master demon-wouldn't mistake such an opportunity.
Taking a deep breathe, she calmed her nerves. She would just have to deal with whatever came up spontaneously.
She knocked on the thick door. It only caused a small, menial sound. She wondered if they could even hear it. But before she had a chance to knock again, the door opened and a bowed head was shown.
"Hello Miss," the vampire said, his head still down.
"Um, hi," she greeted in a trembling voice. Shifting her weight from hip to hip, she wondered what she would say.
He glanced up for a quick second, and then turned his cast downward again.
"Master Angelus is expecting you." His words seemed blurred together. But they were pronounced with an accent.
Did he just say that Angelus was expecting her?
She numbly followed the vampire, wondering why she was trusting him so much. This was a servant of Angelus's for god sake. He could be leading her straight to her death.
The vampire knocked on the door.
"Master. You have a visitor." And then he left.
"Come in," his voice roared, echoing in the large room and vibrated off the door. She almost felt intimidated.
Almost.
She opened the large door. The large creak was the only noise she could hear.
The room looked like a study. The walls were filled with millions of books, it seemed. There was even a large fire that was roaring in the middle of the room. Two winged back velvet chairs were sitting in front of the fire.
"Dawn," Angelus purred and came into view. He was blending in with the shadows of the corner. The fire flittered across his face and made him seem devious. He smirked when he saw her staring.
"Angelus," she wavered, trying to sound brave. But it was so damn hard when he looked so evil.
"What do I owe this pleasurable visit to," he asked while sauntering over to her. He circled her body and looked her up and down.
And the strangest thing was that she didn't find it violating. It was like he was seeing if she was okay. And he approved. Sitting down on the edge of his desk, he urged her to sit in front of him.
"The jacket looks good on you," he suggested with a smirk on his face.
He knew! He knew about the vampire and who it was. That sneaky little devil.
She ignored his knowledge on her. Because she had knowledge on him. And it was more important.
It was like everything about her savior was depleting from her memory. And all that was important was saving this man in front of her. She felt that it was her duty to tell him.
"They're trying to resoul you," she whispered. He gave her a strange, contemplating look.
"I know," he said flippantly, waving his hand in the air like it was nothing. "But why did you tell me this?"
She took a deep breath. That was a very good question. Why did she tell him? He was the enemy. He was bad. Evil. Sinful. A monster. A killer. But that was his nature. Why punish someone when it was written in their DNA to be that way. That itself seemed cruel. He was just doing what he was "born" to do.
And she was just doing what she was supposed to do. She was made to love. To feel. To be loved. But she wasn't abiding by her own natural way of life. She was letting other things take control of her. Of her life. There was Buffy and her mom and her memories and the consequences and Giles and the Scabies.
But now she felt as if she could just slice away all of the fake. All of what kept her in fear. All of what kept it all inside. It wasn't as if she had something in her brain that punished her for doing something that was so called wrong.
"It seems unfair. You're just being what Darla made you."
His face seemed blank. But there was a twinkle in his eye and a slight smirk played out on his lips. He looked upon her and saw the truthfulness on her face. He felt like showing her just what Darla made.
He could see why William loved this girl.
"I don't want you to get your soul back," she admitted. "I like you better this way."
He was even more shocked. But he hid it well. One thing he realized though, that this girl was good enough for his William. He wasn't sure she would be. But now he was.
William deserved the best. Even better than himself. He deserved someone who would love him unconditionally. Because his William needed a lot of love to survive. He was all about little loving gestures that most humans would look over. And, if Dawn played her cards right, she would be looking at a mate who would be devoted to her and only her for the end of time.
"He's my youngest childe."
She gave him a confusing look. Was he talking about her savior? She moved forward to the edge of her seat, waiting for more.
"His name is William. I love him. And if you break his heart..."
He let his threat hang in the air. She knew what he was capable of. Had heard the tales of his bloody massacres. And besides, he liked to let her imagination run wild. It was probably filled with worse images than he could really pursue.
She stared at the man. Vampire. Man. He genuine cared for her savior. William. He really cared for her. She hadn't even suspected that William was his. But she was glad he was. It was too sweet, seeing him threaten her in breaking his heart. Her already open view of Angelus changed.
He was a great man.
She walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"I would never think to hurt him." Her voice was so quiet and truthful. He believed her.
"Upstairs. The last room on your left."
She gave him a quick smile.
"Thank you so much."
I think I only have one more chapter after this. But I don't really know if I should stop there. We'll see, eh?
