Hey, look at this, two chap.s in one day. But seriously, I had computer problems yesterday, damn high speed internet, and can be on the puter on the weekends. Well, on with the story...
Gotta Have the Blue Hair.
The Summers' house. Tara and Dawn are siting on the couch, Dawn is pouting.
Tara-Dawn, come on, what do you want to do? I could order a pizza. You wanna watch TV
Dawn-No, I don't want pizza. I want to be treated like a grown up.
Tara-sighs-Well, I'm a grown up and I'm not out there.
Dawn-That's just so you can watch me. Cause young, baby Dawn can't be left alone.
There's a knock at the door. Dawn jumps up and flies to the door. She opens it to see blue haired, slightly pointed eared Spike, actually Dailin.
Dawn-Spike! What are you doing here? What's with your hair? -she asks off-handedly- I thought you were out looking for that demon with Buffy.
Dailin-with no accent-I was...-he coughs and then continues with and English accent-I was, we found her, it. She sent me here to get you and take you to see her.
Tara-standing behind Dawn-hesitantly-Are you sure?
Dawn-walks into the living room and grabs her jacket off the couch and heads out the door grabbing Tara by the arm-If Buffy sent him to get us, we should go.
Tara-stops, pulling against Dawn, then heads into the house-Hold on. I'm gonna leave a note for the others.
She grabs a piece of paper off the dining room table and writes, "Went with Spike. Don't think it's him. Tara. :)"
She finishes writing and takes the note into the living room and sets it on the coffee table. She grabs her jacket and then heads out the door to join Dawn and "Spike".
The sidewalk in front of the burnt high school stands Tara, Dawn, and Dailin.
Tara-Why would Buffy want us to go to the old high school?
Dailin-I don't know but you know how she is. Crazy old bird.- he laughs uneasily.
Tara-skeptically- Yeah.
They walk into the school.
A/N This is a description of the part of the library they are in. You is meant as in " you see this as the camera would pan".
There's an opening through which you walk in. to the left you see two tables that are covered with potion bottles and a few books. They are set in an L shape, with the bottom of the L closest to the opening (table 1) and the side of the L jutting (table 2) into the darkness. Dayhawk is standing behind table 1 pouring liquid from one potion bottle into a bigger one that already has stuff in it. Dailin walks in and moves to the right and out of sight. Tara and Dawn follow him in, but stop just inside of the opening.
Tara-This doesn't look good.
Dawn-looking around-Where's Buffy?
Dayhawk-takes the bottle she's holding to table two and sets it down, then turns her attention to them.
Dayhawk-You know, I'm really not sure where she is. Right now, though, it's not really a problem, latter it might be, but till then…
Dailin comes back into view with a white cloth and walks up behind Tara. He gently places the cloth over her mouth and puts an arm around her to hold on. She struggles slightly, but eventually passes out. Dawn turns and sees this right as Tara is passing out and starts to attack Dailin.
Dawn-screaming and hitting Dailin-What are you doing? Why'd you do that? You…
Dailin-grabs her shoulder and holds her back with no effort shown-No-sternly, as if talking to a child that is throwing a tantrum.
Dayhawk-walking over-Now none of that.
Dayhawk takes Dawn and holds her in a hug, Dawn struggles violently.
Dayhawk-She'll be O.K. it was just chloroform. It was just to get her to sleep. She'd have only gotten in the way.
Dawn still struggles. Dayhawk turns Dawn so she is facing her and holds her by the shoulders.
Dayhawk-Look, kid...
Dawn-I'm not a kid.
Dayhawk-arches an eyebrow-K. What's your name?
Dawn-stops struggling-Dawn-uneasily
Dayhawk-letting go-Dawn… Dawn the Key.
Dawn-I...I'm not the Key any more.
Dayhawk-smiles and walks back behind table 1 and picks up and looks at a bottle-Once your something, you will always be that…No matter how much you change.
Dawn-Oh.
Behind them Dailin has been moving Tara way from the opening and now is laying her head on a small pillow and beginning to tie her up.
Dawn-seeing this-Wha...What are you doing?
Dailin-in an indifferent voice and without his English accent-The drug works differently on different people. We don't want her interfering at the wrong time.
Dawn-confused-I don't understand.
Dayhawk-giggling slightly-Many people don't.
Sorry if my way of describing things blows. Be gentle, this is my first story. Hope all love. RnR.
