A/N: I was trying a new approach towards a story. As in basically having no emotion. I was seeing if I could just have a story with actions. It ended up pretty boring.
That's all I have to say. Enjoy.Looking over her shoulder, Dawn excited the mall doors and walked into the alley next to it. She pulled the three CDs out of her large purse along with a gorgeous vintage necklace that, coincidently, still had the price tag on it. A smirk came on to her lips as she stared at the tag. That's 45.00 that she didn't pay for. Plus the price of the three CDs which equaled about 36 dollars. 80 some dollars she nicked. That didn't even count the lingerie that was under her baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants.
She put the things back into her purse and walked home with an accomplished feeling settled into her body.
"Dawn," Willow acknowledged as the young girl sauntered into the house.
"Willow," she replied and continued to walk up stairs and entered her room.
Empting out her purse on her bed, she shifted through her newly stolen treasure. Dawn then went to her closet and brought out a small chest and placed that on her bed, also. Combining her items placed a sinful smile on her face. Oh how good it felt to be bad.
A knock was placed on her door, so Dawn went over to open it. Peaking her head outside, she saw Tara.
"Spike's coming over in a minute to baby-sit," the timid witch said.
"Patrol time?" Dawn asked, but she already knew it was true. Every night the "Scooby gang" left her alone with Spike-the most supernatural of them all-and went out patrolling for vampires and demons. They claimed leaving Spike because it was better to protect her. But she knew the truth. It was easier to leave the two black sheep then to mix the colors around.
Wouldn't want the white hats' to get dirty, she thought to herself as she closed her door. A dark feeling started to crawl itself under her skin. Forgetting all about Spike, she decided a shower would make her feel cleaner.
Less like what she truly was.
The water was too cool for her touch, so she turned the knob on full heat and pressure. It then felt as if bullets were hitting her skin and then disbursing an aftershock that ran through her blood like ice. The shower wasn't really working, so she stepped out and dried herself off.
Walking into her bedroom, she noticed a dark shadow by her window.
"Hello, Spike."
He tips his head and pushes himself off the wall with his foot.
"Nibblet."
She grabs a pair of pants and slips them on her wet body under her towel. Dawn this picks up a shirt from the floor and turns her back to Spike. Dropping the towel, she puts the shirt on.
"Nice collection you've got over there," he says as his head motions to the pile on the bed. Her stolen pile.
"Decided to give myself a little me-time," she squeaks.
He shifts through the pile and picks up a CD. A smirk graces a face as he stares at it.
"Sex Pistols?"
She grabs it from his hands and rolls her eyes.
"Stealing is bad, 'bit," he says while pulling a cigarette into his mouth.
She takes a stance, but backs down. Then Dawn takes the items and put them back into the chest that is placed in the closet.
"Why don't you tell someone who cares."
R & R. Tell me if you "like" this sort of fiction. Eh, yeah.
