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 2

She was stealing quick glances at him again, trying to be discreet. It wasn't working. He would catch her and smirk causing her cheeks to flame and blush. It was intriguing to him.

"See something you like?" he asked, his tongue behind his teeth and a devilish glint in his blue eyes.

"No shit, Sherlock," she snapped back with a small grin on her face. shaking her head, she continued. "It's so weird, though, you know? You're my Spike, but you're not." His smirk increased and she decided to feed it. "Yeah, I'm not so sure who's hotter, though."

He waltzed over to her, for she was lazily sitting on his bed, and began nipping at her neck. He was positioned behind her and he wrapped his arms across her front. Thus it was easy to whisper into her ear.

"You know I'm the James Dean."

"Ah, you're definitely more pointy," she replied as one of his spikes from his jacket poked her.

He apologized and kissed her bruised skin. Taking off his jacket, he threw it across the floor, leaving him in just some tight jeans and an under shirt.

"I have a question," she hesitated while leaning her body weight against his.

"It is?"

Her fingers were in her lap as she did when she was nervous. And she was playing with her hair. Petting her arm with small strokes, he tried to encourage her to talk.

"Why aren't you killing me? I mean, you're from the past, or that's what we've figured out so far, and you were all hardcore and blood sucking, killing 2 slayers I might add, yet when you met up with me, you kept me in one piece. I just don't understand," she rambled again.

"I mean, I guess this could all be an evil "past" plan. Get in with the sister. Make buddy buddy. Then kill Slayer while sleeping. It makes sense. And that would be mean, since I've really come to like you these past days. And I don't know. I just don't know your motive. You're evil. I'm an old Key-slash-Slayer's sister-slash-virgin. I'd be a pretty good meal or toy or whatever the fuck, ya know?"

Her words were spoken in a fast rush. Some with stuttering. She tried to calm herself down.

William smiled and pushed her hair away from her face. After hanging out with her for a handful of days, he pretty much understood all of her little quirks. She told him everything she knew. Even things she didn't know, but assumed. Like, the chip, Buffy, Harmony, her own crush on him, and everything in-between. He told her things too which had her always hanging on every word he said. He found it cute that someone would pay that much attention to him. Drusilla never cared, so it was refreshing.

Dawn was like a breath of fresh air for his dead lungs.

"Wait. Slow down and form simple sentences," he said, knowing what she already asked, but trying to avoid this topic. After all, he did have a rep to keep.

"Well, Will, I was just wondering why haven't you killed me? Since I'm human and you're, well, a vampire."

He turned her around, so she could face him.

"When I first saw you, you looked familiar. True, I was confused out of my bloody mind, but that's beside the damn point. That and you smelled like me. Smelled like Spike, but it's basically the same soddin' thing."

"So you didn't rip me to pieces because you liked me?" she asked in a childish voice.

"Nibblet, that's not what I sa-"

"Oh no, I think that's what you said," she interrupted. Taking a pillow that was behind her back, she smashed it into his face.

He gave her an evil look.

"Take that back. The Big Bad doesn't like anyone," he replied, his voice sounding horrified, yet his face so exaggerated that she could tell he was kidding.

Playfully slapping him, she gave him another wide smile and laid down on his lap. He combed her hair with his fingers as she closed her eyes to sleep.