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 6

He's lying on his old wooden bed, surrounded by dust and ash. His head was in his pale hands. Everything around him seemed so far away. Everything seemed so...

And he smelled her. He wondered why. Lemons and limes and oranges. Everything that was her. He smelt her blood pumping sweetly through her veins. Could hear her heartbreak echo in the hollow walls.

He must have been drinking too much lately. There was no way...

His door opened swiftly and connected with the back wall with a bang. A sheepish looking Dawn appeared in the doorway. She looked so beautiful in jeans and a jacket. His jacket.

Was the blood he just ate tainted? Did the man just have a hit of something? Because he was obviously hallucinating.

"William," she said breathless as she stared upon him with big eyes.

He slipped out from his bed and raced towards her. Before he knew it, his hands were upon her face, searching every inch of her skin.

"Dawn?" he murmured against his closed lips.

He was in such shock. She actually came to him. She tried to find him. And she did.

"Oh god," she whimpered when she felt his hands on her. She pressed her warm hand on his chest. She wasn't expecting it to be bare.

She stepped back from him and realized that he was half naked. The only thing that stopped her from seeing everything was a pair of loose jeans that weren't even button all the way. She took a deep breath and bit the edge of her lip.

"I wanted to thank you," her voice was low and was basically a puff of air. "For last night."

"Think nothing of it," he smirked as he started to walk closer to her. She backed up slowly, until she got to the edge of the wall.

He couldn't stop the joy that was seeping through his body. Little girl got all grown up. She was so bloody perfect. Anyway he looked at it; he couldn't see his undead future without her. He saw her by his side for eternity, loving him and conversing with Angelus and Drusilla. He had been too shy in pursuing what he wanted; that was his curse. But it seemed that she seeked him out for herself.

He couldn't be any more proud.

A devious glint was in his eyes as he inched closer to her. He got a scent of his sire around her. She had talked to Angelus. He had given him what he wanted. Angelus was always good at keeping his promises. So now that William had his toy, he decided he could play. Have some fun. She already proved that she wanted him.

He slid her hands up, so that he was basically pinning her to the wall. There wasn't enough pressure so he was hurting her and she could easily escape. If she wanted to, that is. But by the look on her face, it was clear that she didn't.

He dipped his head down into the crease of her neck and nipped the tender flesh there. Her breathing became shallow and her knees almost turned to jelly.

"I've been watching you," he said against her skin. She reached out her hands, breaking away from his grip, and trailed light touches against his naked chest.

"You don't know how long I've wanted you," he broke out between low groans. His muscles tensed and rippled beneath her fingers.

"I'd watch you every night. Had to make sure you're safe, I did. You were always so sad when alone. Always so sad when with someone too. Wanted to change it. I did. Wanted to know why you were so sad."

He pushed himself off of her a little. He needed to tell her this before they went on. He felt like he actually had to tell her. To say his intentions were good. He kept his hands roaming her flesh though; he couldn't stand the thought of not being enveloped in her burning radius.

"But the wanting turned into an obsession. I couldn't go a bloody night without looking out for you. I'd follow you to the damn club with the slayer and her prats. And I'd trace after you when you ran out and always retreat to the park. I had to watch over you. So careless and carefree, but you weren't. I know. Tormented by demons. All in your head. Had to kill so many demons so they wouldn't hurt you. Just wanted you to be safe. My little Nibblet."

His hands reached inside of her shirt and ripped it by they sides. The scraps fell to the floor and left her in a black bra. He kissed his way down her chest.

"So small and loving. Did you know how many times I told myself I couldn't have you? Too good for me. All innocent and sweet. But wanted nothing more than to possess you. You're still too good for me. But I can show you things. Can show you what you deserve."

His hands gripped her face again.

"Least of what you deserve," he whispered.

She gave him a sad smile and shook her head. Her delicate hands ran across his body again.

"I don't know why you care so much." she ran her palm against the hallow of his cheek. He placed small kisses on her fingers when they came close to his mouth.

"Angelus gave me a threat about breaking your heart," she said her voice high and smiling. Her shaking fingers reached up to her bra straps and she pushed them off of her shoulder.

"I think I'd do better breaking other things, don't you?"

He gave her a narrowed look, wondering what she was implying. He wanted nothing more than to take her right here right now. But, he had to make sure she was ready. He loved her, but she just started to feel for him.

She noticed his tension.

"No ones ever cared enough about me before, William. When you saved me last night... I almost didn't want to be saved." Her voice was breaking lightly. But she kept it still.

"But somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I wouldn't die. Knew it was pointless. I always had this feeling that I was being protected. Always felt so safe. Knew you were there, though."

He unsnapped her bra with one hand and pushed her hair away from her face with the other. She pushed down his pants to his hips, but was stopped by the feeling of William's mouth on her.

"Love you."

And that was all it took. He carried her over to his bed and dropped her on the sheets. He stripped his pants off of his body and walked toward her.

Outside of his door, Angelus gave a smirk.

The End?


Sorry you guys. I didn't mean I was going to stop then. I mean now. I'm not sure if I want to continue. Maybe I'll just stop here.

Sound good?

And I'm on a writers block for my Blood Connection story.I wrote myself into a werid situation and I have no one to talk it out to. So if anyone wants to get the inside scoop on the story, give me a hit on aim: fistxtoface.

And by the way. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews!