AN: This is a story about what if Dracula wanted the Key instead of the Slayer. I changed around the whole timeline of Buffy, so please read this so you won't become confused. Dawn's 16, almost 17. She did a thing in season 6 and snuck out and got with Justin (All The Way). Buffy is with Riley. Hmm, and though this talks about the key, no one knows what it is. And I don't think I'm going to go into it. And please excuse the wayy out of character-ness that is Joyce.

Um, I think that's about it. I know I should be working on Kidnaped, but I'm really stuck, le sighe. Anyway, enjoy!

She took the long way to Spike's crypt, being that Buffy never slayed there. It was already full, so it was pointless. Weeds were growing thickly, covering up most of the gravestones. It was the thing horror stories were made out: abandon graveyards.

Shaking her head, she figured it was no time to get dark thoughts stuck in her brain. It would only cause her to become paranoid and she didn't need that.

A rustle in the bushes caught her attention and she swirled around, trying to find where the noise was coming from.

"I know you're out there!" she called, trying not to let panic set in her chest. She couldn't help it if she was horribly petrified of the dark. Or more like, what was in the dark.

Not hearing any more noises, she continued her walk, but she did pause a few times to listen for more interruptions.

Paranoia didn't normally run through her like it did tonight, but she felt different. It was liker someone was calling out to her body, drawing her closer to whoever or whatever it was. Nerves along her skin were buzzing on high, making it almost feel as her whole body was asleep. The tingling sensation threw her off and made her feel weird.

She stopped again, feeling something or someone behind her. And for the strangest reason, she didn't feel scared.

"Who are you?" she whispered, walking backwards until she was touching skin. Cold fingers wrapped around her upper arms. She couldn't help but arch into his touch.

"Such power," a man, vampire, murmurs in an accent against her smooth flesh as he breathed her in.

He spooned against her back and she desperately tried to touch as much of the stranger as she could. His hands run up and down her arms, causing her to shiver.

"Liar," she hushed and nuzzled her head against the comfort that settled her body unlike nothing she ever felt before.

In the back of her head, she knew it was wrong. Knew that the dark, mysterious thing behind her was vampire. His touch was too cold to be human. But something in her body just...froze and she couldn't move. When he touched her, it felt right. But he, too soon, backed away, leaving her to turn around sharply.

He was gorgeous. Pale, but gorgeous. Long, dark hair fell from his well defined face. Razor sharp cheek bones protruded from his skin, making Dawn remember Spike. He had full, thick lips and piercing eyes that made Dawn forget her name.

"Dracula," the name escaped her lips before she had time to think it through.

"Aw, my key, you remembered me," he smirked and his hand went up to caress her jaw bone. "I can't stop thinking about all the fun we used to have," he said. "Wreaking havoc," he kissed a patch of exposed flesh that was on her neck. "Being evil," he nipped with human teeth the cartilage of her right ear. She melted against him. "Making love." He draws his fangs against her neck and two tiny lines of blood leak through. His tongue is soaking it up and she shudders against his body.

His fingers dance lightly against her skin and a weird sensation drops into her lower stomach.

"I don't..."

She pushed away from him, trying to make sense of everything. He was clouding her mind when she was next to him.

"I don't know what's going on," she finished and shut her eyes real tight.

"Let yourself feel it," he insisted. "Don't think. Feel."

His hands ran up and down her arms again as he pulled her close.

"Your power is rooted in darkness. You must..."

She turned her eye cast downward as a deep breath entered her lungs. Darkness... She had darkness. She was dark.

"Look at me, Dawn," he told her.

Her head snapped at him as his eyes bore deep down into her soul. Tilting her head, she exposed her neck. Dracula pushed away her hair and started to suck at her tender flesh there.

"You've been tasted," he stated, anger creeping in his voice.

"It was Justin. He was my first, I mean... He..." he shushed her.

"Was unworthy," he fingered the fading scar, tracing it all over. "He let you go." Catching her eyes, he continued. "But the embrace... his bite...you remember."

She numbly nods, though she hardly shakes her head.

He stared at her for a while, his glance never leaving her.

"You should go home," the vampire suggested. "Go to bed and dream of our old times." Giving her a swift kiss that made Dawn quiver, he dissipated into thin air.

"I'll be watching you," she heard and then a bat flew off into the distance.

Dawn touched her lips; they were still tingling and she could still feel all the places where he touched her. Heading in the direction of her house, she decided to do what he told her. She needed to find out more.

SLC PUNK is a good movie. Ha, totally random. Anyway, I'm still really stuck on Kidnap and I'm not really enjoying it anymore. So I'll probably have to finish this fic before I regain velocity on Kidnap. You probably don't care, I'm just giving you a warning. R&R please.