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!

It was dark where she was, but she kept walking anyway. Her hands were in front of her, trying to feel out any walls or surfaces. But she felt nothing. She saw nothing. With anxious eyes, she tried her hardest to search for anything. Suddenly, a dim light came into view. Naturally, she followed it.

Dawn came to a spot on her journey where she could make out two figures. She could only depict their dark profiles, but it looked like a man and a woman. The woman had her hands in her hair and moans were erupting from her mouth as she rose and fell. The man was grunting and Dawn could see his hands grab her ass and grip tightly. Her lips formed an "O" as she realized what was going on.

"Eve," the man voiced and she remembered it from somewhere.

"Oh baby," the girl whispered as she ran her hands down her naked body and onto his.

Light twirled around the room, letting Dawn see the couple.

"Oh god," and the girl let out a deep moan from the back of her throat.

"We're meant to be," the man said once recovered.
He twisted the girl, so she was underneath him. Bringing her head to the end of the bed, he started to lavish her neck.

Dawn stared at the two. That was her...but in a different body. She didn't know why she believed it, yet she was drawn to the girl with shut eyes. The man looked up and caught Dawn's eyes. With their gazes locked, he vamped out and sunk into the pale skin. Dawn gasped and brought her hand up to her neck. When she pulled back, blood stained her fingers.

"You taste green," he chuckled against her skin.

After placing a finishing kiss on the wound he just created, he began licking the smooth skin around her collar bone.

"Dracula!" Eve cried.

Dawn put her hands over her eyes and ran. She couldn't watch it anymore. Couldn't watch her-in-a-different-body be touched by him. It made weird things happen inside her stomach. The brunette didn't understand what was going on. Trying to think it over, she settled into a brisk walk and was, again, surrounded in darkness. Another light up ahead signaled her next stop and she sprinted towards it.

Things weren't as dark here. She could clearly make out a very nice room, decorated in rich reds and accented in mahogany. Everything looked like it belonged to the Elizabethan era.

"The neighbors are starting to talk," a girl hissed with tight, black curls bouncing about. Her long dress looked like a second skin as it twirled with her body.

"Let them talk," a man grinned and walked towards her.

His steps were small as he approached her. Dawn could see the girl surrender to him easily under his heavy gaze.

"It's not natural," she hushed.

"You're not natural," he retorted quickly.

His mouth was at the edge of her neckline as he kissed his way around the swell of her breast. The girl threw her head back and tried to conceal a whimper. The exploration of her body stopped when he came to her neck.

"I'm not evil," she voiced and exposed her neck for him. She was shaking underneath him.

"No...but you hold darkness as inky as the dark side of the moon. Mysterious. Dangerous. Forbidden," he mouthed against tender flesh. "You'll understand it one day when you're older. Your history. Your power...what your body is capable of..."

She shook her head swiftly as she tried to get away.

"I, uh, I don't need to know."

"But you yearn for it," he told her and grabbed her by her hair. "I'll show you..."

Dawn's eyes went wide. Again she felt as if she was the girl in the tight dress. Having enough, she continued her walk.

The next scene she appeared at was dark, but bright batches of fire flamed enough to let her see. But all Dawn viewed was destruction; broken down buildings, dead bodies, and chaos were all that was left of what used to be. The smell made her nauseous.

"I have searched the world over for you," the man admitted, embracing the girl from behind. "Have desired for you. For a creature whose darkness rivals my own."

She cuddles her head against his chest and leans back. Trusting him enough, she gives him a smile.

"Only for you," she smiled and reached for his blood stained lips. Licking the blood off, her tongue enters his mouth, probing around the depths of him.

"I can feel your hunger through your veins. Blood calls out to me."

He cups her face with a hand and slowly traces the outlining of her lips with his thumb.

"I just gave you some," she reminded him, showing him her neck that held a fairly new bite.

"I didn't mean for me," he smirked and brought his wrist to his mouth. "I have not drunk enough for you to change. You must be near death to become one of us. And that comes only when you plead for it," he whispered.

Her eyes became wide and Dawn could tell the girl was frightened.

"I'm not hungry," she resisted.

"No. Your craving goes deeper than that."

He bit into his wrist leaving two small blood lines to seep out. Rising his arm, he settled it at her mouth. Hesitant lips grasped his wound and gently started to suck. When the blood hit the back of her throat, she brought her tongue over his wound and started to caress his pale skin.

"Yessss," he hissed and clenched his eyes shut, feelings rushing over him. "That's it. Find it," he pushed her head harder against his wrist. "Find your true nature."

"Find it."

I have nothing to say. Palabra, esse. R&R.