A/N: I know it has been a while…at least it wasn't as long as last time, right? It's that damn muse it keeps disappearing on me…or there it goes again! No I caught it.

Oh and I don't remember what Dawn's eye colour is…and some say it's blue others green, I looked up a few photos and I can't tell so…if it's the wrong colour tell me and I'll change it the next time I update.

This is my first time writing a fight scene, so I hope it isn't too bad.

Here's the last little bit of the last chapter, just to refresh your memory. It's in Dawn's POV.

The anger in his eyes came quickly and faded with the same speed. I was prepared for him to fight but he didn't. I didn't know what he was going to say. But I wanted to hear it so I stayed and let go of his jaw.

He looked at me with an unreadable expression "What happened to you Dawn?"

"The reason you don't know is because you don't give a shit," I said sternly as I stepped away from him. "I don't care that you only looked after me because Buffy told you to, but you don't need to anymore. So stop pretending to be my friend. It's a waste" I said honestly and turned back the way I came from and climbed up the latter out into the sun before he could respond.

Spike's POV

I went over to the bottom of the stairs, staying clear of the light. I heard her walk away. Blasted sun, if it wasn't for that I would have followed her.

The Bit thinks I don't care about her? No, 'don't give a shit' is what she said. Since when did she start talking like that? Bollocks, I just proved her point. I have no idea what has happened because I haven't been there…that doesn't mean I don't care.

I pulled out a fag and lit it as I walked down the tunnel. This was hers, from the pack Angel confiscated. It was smoother then mine. But everything about her has always been…always was smoother then me. Her dark hair, that flowed like water in the wind, her laugh so full of innocence, innocence that I usually would have wanted to destroy, but didn't with her, even her scent was smooth.

That scent was still on me. The subtle change was the first thing I noticed when she came. It still had unmistakable Slayer undertones, but that was now more predominate. She now smelt like a woman, mature with a hint of cigarettes. That hint is what I was smoking right now.

She had always smelled different from other humans, not because of the Slayer in her but something else. At first I thought that it came from the key, but after she became a 'normal' girl again, it was still there. That was the smooth part, the Dawn part. The part I couldn't get enough of.

That wasn't her only change. The years had treated her well, with a body like…Bloody Hell, if I knew she would have turned out like this…Where was I? Oh yeah the changes.

A big one was her eyes, still the same blue, but they used to be innocent. I looked into them and I could tell what she was thinking…I used to be able to look into them and make her blush. Now they're harsh. They're closed, somehow, I can't tell what she is thinking…and I don't think she's even able to blush anymore.

The shadows have chased away the childhood so many wanted for her but she never really had. Her bubbly personality that used to be so strong was fading before I left, and now has been snuffed out by life. Not to say the Bit doesn't have personality, it's just different and has more bite.

I've only heard her laugh once since she's been here, and now the childish quality of it is gone, but it still warmed my unbeating heart.

Her hair was still smooth though…and so was her scent, it was still on me.

Dawn's POV

I left the manhole uncovered and walked away. My hand was still tight around the stake. I didn't crack. Through all of it I didn't crack. I told him the truth, about Buffy how she is letting go of her past…letting go of Spike. She's letting herself be happy now. No more guilt for the Buffster. I was glad, she deserved to be happy. As for Spike, he deserved the truth maybe now he can start to let go of her and leave me the hell alone, knowing he can't impress her anymore. As if sensing I was thinking of her my phone rang, and 'Buffy' flashed on the screen.

I flipped it open and said "Hi Buffy"

I heard her voice, it sounded distant. "Hey Dawnie"

As she continued to ask about my flight and first day of school, asking that is was my lunch break, right? How were my classes, as bad as hers used to be? And the library? I wondered if I should tell her about Spike, but he didn't want her to know and I doubt she wanted to know either. It would prove me right though, she wouldn't do anything about it. Telling her would just do more harm to her, then me good anyway. She'd probably feel bad about not seeing him or something like that.

"Dawn?" she asked louder

"Yeah?"

"I was asking how you liked it there?" the concern seeped through the phone and into my ear.

How I liked it? I was going to tell her that I didn't really like it but at least I didn't crack, but decided on saying, "The weather's nice"

I waited out side of the school for my ride. A few of the students looked at me, probably recognizing me as the psycho who attacked John. At least I don't have to worry anymore about the label I would get. I scoffed at the thought as a car drove up. Angel was in the drivers seat and he looked pissed.

He looked at me expectantly and I looked at him defiantly. I wasn't in the mood for another lecture from the holy then though, who used to slaughter people by the dozens.

His frown deepened. I pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke it still looking at him as he began to grow angrier with each puff.

"Nibblet just get into the fucking car!" Spike's voice came from the back black tinted widow that was rolled down a slit.

I smiled and tossed the cigarette at a girl who was giving me a dirty look and stood up from the steps. I was glad Spike was there; he'd ease the blow of Angel's rant. I was also a little curious as to what he was going to say to me, considering the events early on that day. I strolled over to the car and opened the back door with the open window and quickly closed it.

Angel turned in his seat and glared at me. I looked at Spike who was leaning into the corner of the door and the seat, his arm was draped across the seat and his other along the door. He didn't say anything as he stared back at me a small grin playing on his lips. He was waiting for me to make the first move, fat chance.

"Do up your seat belt" Angel ordered as he turned around and put the car into gear. He began to scold and threaten uselessly.

I kept on watching Spike as he did to me. Now it became a game of who was going to look away first.

Once Angel got to the part about me throwing John against the lockers, Spike's grin widened. I gave a small shrug.

Neither of us had said anything and only looked away when Angel told me to look at him. I shook my head as I walked through the cemetery remembering the car ride.

There was a half moon in the sky, and I couldn't see many stars; LA lights. I quietly walked through the cemetery looking for the right grave. The cemetery was large, about the size of the biggest one in Sunnydale. I was in the Japanese section; luckily I didn't have to read the stones to tell if the grave was fresh. I pulled out my stake, as I grew closer to the grave I was looking for. There was a mound of soil on top in front of it. The vampire hadn't risen yet. I sighed and tossed my stake up in the air and caught it, tossed again and caught it, looking at the stone's engravings, tossed again, looking more closing wondering how someone could read this. That's when I realized I hadn't caught the stake yet.

I turned I saw a vampire smiling at me. He was a few inches away from me and was holding my stake, which he broke and threw away. He adjusted his leather jacket and said, "I've been waiting for a meal to come along"

He grabbed my neck and pulled me closer to his face. "You're just what I'm looking for", his fangs glistened in the moonlight. I struggled for breath and brought my knee up to his groin with full force.

"You're not my type," I said once he let go of my neck and clutched his testicles. He folded over; I quickly jammed my elbow into his back, attempting to force him to the ground. On the third try he went down. I went for my broken stake but he was already crouching and shot out his leg. I jumped over it and turned to punch him in the nose. He dodged my fist and hit my jaw. I reared my head and stumbled backward. He lunged at me and I kicked him in the stomach. He took a few steps back and then lunged again. I did a jump kick and got him in the head. Once I landed I punched him, hitting my target, his nose. Blood gushed from it and I punched him again. He snarled as I blocked his hand, then his leg, ducking down I grabbed part of my stake. Coming back up I forced it into his chest. He burst into dust.

I rubbed my jaw and turned back to the gravestone to find the new vampire had rose.

"Just in time" I muttered as he came towards me. I went for a roundhouse kick but he easily dodged it and responded with a high kick to my head. I went flying back; my body collided with a gravestone. I scrambled to my feet and began blocking the blows that were constantly coming at me. I didn't have enough time to attempt my own. Man, this guy was fast.

I couldn't stop his fist from meeting my chest; he knocked the wind out of me. He kicked me back, and I hit the same gravestone. I gritted my teeth and jumped back to my feet and charged at him. He swiftly blocked my attacks and began with his own again. He chopped me in the neck as I stopped his foot from colliding with my chest. Chopping me again, I fell to the ground.

I quickly rolled out of his way, got up and jumping over the gravestone I pulled a vial of holy water out of my bra. He began to jump and then I threw the water. It shattered and began to burn his face. I leapt back over the stone and following the water kicked him in the head in midair. I punched him forcing him backward towards the remains of my stake. Blindly he began his attacks. I ducked and dodged avoiding them, in between hitting him bringing him closer to the stake.

Nearing the wood I shoved him to the ground, aiming for the half of the stake that was jetting out of the ground. It snapped under his weight. He began to get up. I pounced on him. Sending him back to the ground. Straddling him I grabbed the pointing part that was left of my stake, and ran it into his heart. He dusted between my legs.

"Bloody hell Nibblet"

TBC