AN: 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.
She was sitting on her bedroom floor picking up the pieces of the mirror William crushed. she was already finished picking up the living room, but she had to get the walls fixed before Shay came home or just hang some pictures over them. But with all the holes, she was sure it'd look suspicious.
Running her hands through hew hair, she sighed. Dawn missed Spike and she missed William. She missed the cool touch and someone looking after her. She was tired of being so fucking responsible. But that's who she was now and she was reminded of that as she saw the mirror shards. Her mind back on task, she continued to pick them up.
"Hello, pet," Spike said in a deep voice and she jumped. She accidentally squeezed the mirror shards in her hand tighter and she cursed. Her hand was bleeding.
"Cor, love," he said as he walked over to her. His hands were cold against hers as he pulled the glass from her palm. "What happened to your apartment?" he asked.
"Shay's, uh, ex-boyfriend came by while I was, um, at The Bronze. He was jealous and broke in and, uh, trashed the place," she said, searching for an excuse. She was normally a good liar, but it was hard to think of something believable and besides, she had glass wedges stuck into her palm.
"Pretty shitty," he said as he extracted the last sliver. "I think they're all out," he said as he ran his hand over the wound and sucked it.
"Thanks," she said with shaky hands and a fast heart beat. This was the first time she saw him since...everything.
He stood up and leaned against the wall, which had blood smeared on it.
"This guy must have been seriously out of his bloody mind," he said while lighting up a cigarette. "Hmm, that blood smells familiar," he said with a confused face, trying to figure out what it was.
"I'd, uh, ask you to sit, but my bed's kind of fucked," she said with a fake laugh. This was way harder than she thought it would be.
"Hm," he mumbled as he took a deep drag, "If you want, I'll take you down to 'The Mattress King' and help you pick out a nice one. How 'bout one that doesn't squeak too much, eh?" he winks and exhales the smoke.
She grabs a piece of her once beautiful bed sheet that had been ripped in many pieces by William and wraps it around her cut hand. It's all she can do to not go up there and grab his face and show him what she took away. But she can't because it's wrong. The one reason why she erased his mind was because he loved Buffy. And William just influenced his mind. Right?
"Got you something when I was in LA," he says distractedly, though if he had a heart it'd be beating out of his chest. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rectangle black box and threw it at her.
"Spike, you really didn't have to," she said, but was halted when she opened the box. "It's gorgeous," she said in awe and she truly could not speak at all. It was a vintage necklace. The chain was a loop sterling silver chain and on the end held a pendant. The pendant was in oval shape, but it was just a thick outline of it. The outline of the shape was decorated in a twirling design. Then, hanging from the oval itself was a beautiful, amber stone. The dusty amber was her favorite gemstone.
"Do you like it?" he asked in a small voice. He coughed and took another drag of his fag.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare let them spill.
"Oh my god, Spike. I love it," she cried as she attacked him with a hug. Giving him a big smile, she reached up and kissed him. "Will you put it on me?" she asked as she lifted up her hair. Spike's pale fingers clasped the vintage item on.
She twirled around, letting her hair fly around her.
"Thank you so much," she blushed as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Hey, love, want to tell me why you smell like me all over?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
She coughed a little, herself and blink a couple times.
"Well, you see it's a funny story. When you were away, I felt lonely so I went to your crypt and I slept in your bed. And I guess it just rubbed off," she said in a high pitch voice and she tried to ignore the suspicious glances that Spike was giving her.
This was going to be way harder than she thought.
Ah, are you guys dissapointed? One more chapter to go, and it's basically a epilogue. And the prologue of the sequal. R&R. KC.
