Fallen Angels

Interesting conversation between Dawn and Spike.

Drink. That seemed like the only thing he could do. Watching the angels cry seemed pointless. He wasn't meant to grieve. Only fall until my dawn comes again, he chuckled.

She's got longer, darker hair, paler skin and taller but her eyes, those hauntingly beautiful blue eyes seemed to radiate passion for life and sparkle. Hers.

"Lies are funny," she says slowly and he cocks his head at her.

"They are more of the truth than you realize,"

"That's deep, pet. You spend all day thinking about that?" he teases.

She glared at him, "Please that just came off the top of my head. I was doing other things today, bad things," she said the last part with a sly grin. He couldn't help but shake his head her attempt to be Big Bad Jr. but her little tryst with shoplifting proved she actually had very quick sticky fingers.

"Like what Nibblet?" he questioned and took another swig from the bottle.

"Nicking stuff, playing with matches, fucking around," she shrugged, "the usual."

He was fine until the 'fucking around' when he promptly choked.

"W-what?" he sputtered and glowered, "You better not being letting those spotty boys take a poke at you,"

Dawn couldn't help but giggle, "Maybe, maybe not," she said mysteriously.

Spike wasn't finished "Maybe? I may be a vampire luv, but I still remember what human males can do,"

"Get me pregnant? Yeah totally, but that's why there are condoms and the Pill," Dawn chirped.

"Pet…" he growled in warning.

Dawn giggled again, "Spike, don't worry about me, I'm a total safety girl. I say 'sack it or go home and whack it'" she said with an intimating look.

He raised an eyebrow, "Interestin' phrase. Straightforward and to the point. I like it."

Dawn grinned, "Me too. Works well. They tend to take the words to heart,"

Spike sobered and remembered what he was scolding her for, "Nibblet, you really shouldn't be…" he paused for a word that fitted.

"Fucking them senseless?" she suggested and if Spike could blush…well a tomato would be jealous. How was it that this little girl could make him blush?

She smirked at him and it brought his attention to her mouth.

Her mouth, it was full, pink and shiny. Just like Hers. Suddenly a strange sensation to lick those lips zapped through him. Buggering fuck.

"For lack of a better word," he managed to say with a growl.

Dawn just looked at him innocently. Innocent, he was beginning to doubt that.

"Well Spike," she said slowly, moving towards him in an almost predatory way, "What are you gonna do about it?"

He took huge gulp from the bottle, loving the bittersweet taste of heat down his throat. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

He wanted to slam her onto the wall and pump into her, make her moan and scream and show her what a real man felt like.

Instead he did the big brother thing, "I'm gonna tell the scoobies about your little extra curricular activities. I doubt they're gonna be a happy bunch when they hear the dirty things you do,"

Dawn's facial expression didn't change, but her eyes shifted slightly. He had caught her, found her weakness. He could still do that, it was a Big Bad thing to do, finding people's weaknesses and exploiting them. That way they were hurt and he had loved the power from their hurt. Still did.

"Honestly, I don't even care," Dawn replied softly sounding old and frail.

"Sure about that pet?" he questioned. She just looked at him in the eye and he saw the dullness there. The look in her eyes hadn't been fear of them knowing, she wanted them to know, wanted them to notice her: and that was her weakness.

He winced as he realized just how far around the bend she'd gone.

He wondered how much farther she could go before she fell.

Dawn turned away, feeling like she was naked, exposed. He had been scrutinizing her and she was pretty sure his guesses weren't all that off.

"Well, I'm gonna go," she rushed out and walked to the door of the crypt.

Spike sat there for a second, watching her go, and then his curiosity got the better of him, "Nibblet?" he called and she turned to face him, head cocked slightly, "Yeah?"

He swallowed, "You were joking about the 'fucking them senseless' bit right?"

She couldn't help but give him one of her seductive smiles, "You never know,"

With that she opened the door to the crypt and left, shutting the door with a satisfying click.

You never know.