Still do not own BtVS.
Not the right chapter to dedicate to someone, so this goes dedication free.
The Immortal unlocked and opened the door to his apartment, allowing me to step inside. My mouth dropped open slightly. Talk about EXPENSIVE. Everything must have been imported…or at least it look that way.
The room I first walked into was painted a deep red, like blood. I could tell the kitchen was blue and a hallway was painted a deep, deep green. I was in awe. I liked his apartment more than I liked him.
"I'll grab you that sweatshirt. If you want something to eat or drink, help yourself," he said, heading down the ivy green hallway.
My stomach grumbled slightly at the mention of food, but I banished it away. I wasn't about to touch anything that he had here. God only knows…
He came back as soon as he left, carrying a gray zipper hoodie. "Here," he said, handing it to me.
"Thanks," I smiled at him and pulled on the sweatshirt, grateful for the warmth it brought me. "I should be getting back…" I trailed off, motioning toward the door.
"Stay a while, Dawn," he said, leading me over toward the red, plush sofa and sitting me down on it.
I tried to stand up. "No, really. I should go. I don't want to bother you."
He put a hand on my shoulder and forced me to sit back down. "Want something to drink?" He asked me as he headed toward the kitchen.
I thought about leaving. I SHOULD have left. But I stayed there, sitting on the sofa. He brought me a cup of water and handed it to me.
"Talk to me, Dawn. You know you can tell me anything and I won't tell her."
I stared at him and blinked a few times. "There's nothing going on," I said finally, taking a long gulp of the water.
"Are you sure about that?" He asked me again.
I was beginning to get annoyed, so I took another gulp of water to keep myself from saying something rude.
I started to feel woozy and the room started to spin. Whoa….maybe he gave me alcohol instead of water. I dismissed that thought. I would have known if it wasn't water.
"Uhh….I don't feel so good…" I muttered, passing out on the sofa.
When I woke up, I was lying down in his guest room. I felt weird, like something wasn't right.
When I stood up and tried to walk, I felt a sharp pain run through me and I cried out softly, sitting immediately back down. But it hurt to even sit.
That's when I knew.
He raped me.
I'm kind of worried about how everyone is going to feel about this. I don't know how it fits…well for my plot it fits but…I hope you guys don't hurt me! Or hate me!