AN: This is my new story. I have about 7 chapters written so far, but I'm stuck. So if you'd like to help me, hit me up on novel0city on aim. And I'm sorry in advanced on how block style this story is. :

Background: Dawn's around 19. Lives in her own apartment. And that's basically it. Well, she never had a real realtionship with Spike before; they were just friends. But, of course, she had a crush on him. Yeah, that's all.

Enjoy.


Chapter 1

Dawn dejectedly walked out of The Bronze with her head low. Scuffling her feat down the street, she wondered why that hottie from school didn't ask her to dance. But her thoughts didn't drown on Zack for too long for she heard something rustling in the alley.

Creeping her head around the corner, she peeped a look.

"Hello?" she asked to the darkness.

"Bloody fuckin' hell," came a familiar voice that bounced from the inside walls.

Dawn ran into the alley. And what she saw startled her.

Spike was sprawled on the ground. He was wearing tight, black jeans with holes in the knees and upper thighs, complimented with a black shirt and a short leather jacket, which held spikes, safety pins, and other random "punk" items. His hair seemed longer than before and gelled up higher.

He just looked different to Dawn.

"Spike?" she asked as she noticed a lock connected to a chain around his neck. Anarchy, she thought to herself. Nice.

"Spike?" the vampire question as he settled himself off the ground. He wondered how this human in front of him knew of his new identity. Not even his beloved Drusilla knew of it.

"Uh, yeah. Did you bang your head a little to hard there?"

He gave her a confusing look, but she decided to ignore it.

"Anyway, what's with the new look? Not that it isn't totally hot, but just different. And like, aren't you suppose to be in LA this weekend helping Angel or something?" she rambled on as she watched him lean against the brick wall. His face contorted in weird emotions as he stared at her, and Dawn tried to ignore them, again. It seemed like he didn't want to even talk to her.

"What the bloody fuck is she talkin' bout," he asked himself.

"Angel's a soddin'," he looked at the innocent girl across from him. "fruit," he told her as he walked out from the dark and into the light where the beautiful girl was.

And oh how she was gorgeous. This women in front of him reminded him of Drusilla in a way. She had long, dark hair that laid wavy on her back and pale skin that reflected the moonlight. Her lips were painted on with a dark maroon color and her eyes were lined in a thick black liner. She looked around 19. Looked innocent.

She smelled like him.

And that interested him. He wondered who this girl was. Why she knew his name. And why did she smell like him.

He slipped his hand around her thin, bare shoulders.

"Smell so good," he whispered into her hair. She arched into his cool touch causing goosebumps which produced a smirk from him.

After walking a block or two in silence, Dawn stopped in the middle of the road.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked, backing away from the man in front of her.

"Hmm?" he said slowly, getting pulled out from his zombie-like zone.

"You're different. You're, like, acting different. Talking different. Walking different. Hell, you even smell different. So, I'm going to ask one time. What the hell did you do to my Spike?"

He was almost proud of her. A human taking on a vampire. It was cute. ...She was cute.

He decided to tell the truth.

First time in his life.

"I'm not your bloody Spike. I'm William," he started. She began to come at him with her fists. "Nah. Wait, nibblin'. Don't get your knickers in a soddin' twist. I've done nothing with your precious, bloody Spike. The last thing I know, was I was talking to Drusilla and then I'm here."

She gave him a narrow look. Not being able to see if this vampire was telling the truth or not, she decided to go with her instincts.

"What year is it?" she asked him.

"I don't know. Last time I checked it was 'round 1960."

She gave him another look.

"It's the year 2002."

"Fuck."

They both had a staring contest or something close to it. Dawn was challenging William to break and he was just amused by the whole thing.

"I believe you," she smiled, breaking eye contact. "I'm Dawn, by the way."

"Pleasure to meet you, Dawn." He brought her hand up to his lips and placed a small kiss on it.

It was nice to have someone so trusting, he thought. It was just, plain, nice.


Thanks for reading guys. R&R