AN: This is the sequel to Past and Present. This probably happened a few days after the last one ended. By the way things in italics are from prior events, ie: Spike's dream of what Dru told him.
"What's this?" Spike asked, pointing to a wooden bowl that held green herbs in it.
Dawn's eyes widened as she saw it, but tried to pass it off as nothing.
"Just a concoction I made up," she smoothly covered while running her fingers through her wavy hair.
"It's not pot, is it?" he asked, suspiciously and sniffed it. Coughing, he figured out that it wasn't marijuana, but a spell that she conjured up. His eyes narrowed as he studied her tense movements. This reminded him of that dream he had. It looked like the exact stuff that British guy that was on Angel's team was using on him.
"Can I ask you a question, Dawn?" he asked and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.
She nibbled on her lip as she shook her head. Spike never used her real name unless he meant business.
"How'd that bite on your neck come about?" he asked while placing a fag between his lips and lighting it.
"Like this..."
Images flashed in front of his face as he saw himself attacking Dawn and her giggling.
He dropped his cigarette from his lips and it tumbled down to his leg.
"Shit," he cursed as he picked up the fallen fag.
"Um," she hesitantly said while finding the floor very interesting. "Want a drink to calm that pain there?" she asked while rushing into the kitchen to the liquor cabinet. She didn't expect to find it empty.
"What the hell happened?" she asked pointing to the absence of all her favorite alcoholic beverages.
"Tell me where you got that bite and I'll tell you what happened to the liquor."
Her face turned red for a second as anger invaded her features, but she soon calmed down. Grabbing the cigarette from his own lips, she took small puffs on it.
Exhaling, Dawn blew out smoke rings that hit his face. She shook her head and inhaled again, using smoking as her new addiction.
"You used to be able to tell me anything," he said in a quite, sad voice. She didn't answer him, but continued to breathe the deadly smoke in her lungs. "Did someone-When I was gone-I mean-" he stumbled. Once taking a deep and unneeded breath he cleared his head. "Did someone hurt you when I was gone?"
She gave a small nod and took a deep inhale. His nostrils flared as anger took over his composure.
"Who?" he demanded, his demon taking control. When she didn't answer, he demeaned again.
"I can't tell you," her voice sounded defeated. "But don't worry about it. I erased it. Took care of it. We don't have to worry about it ever again."
"You're a horrible liar," he stated, lips drawled up in disgust.
"New princess is a bad liar. Naughty sun, naughty."
"Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me. So just let it go." She handed back the fag which was smoked down to the filter.
She looked outside and say the dawn of day begin. A smirk came upon her face as she used her name in her thoughts.
"Dawn's starting," she said as she reached in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
"Huh?" he questioned.
Pointing outside the shades, he saw the first rays begin.
"Dawn. You know, the start of the day. Not just my name you know."
"New prince is going to find out about the sun rising. All removed dirt will come back."
Dawn was the sun rising. The start of the sun!
He dropped to the ground and held his head. It felt like his head was shifting. As if his brain was growing bigger and their was no more room left in his cranium. Screaming from the pain, blackness took over him until he could see no more.
Only one more chapter. And yes, I'm keeping this as a cliffhanger. But... like I said. Give me that challenge so I can work with it. Read and review you guys.
