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!

"And then, he lunges at us, like whoosh," Willow said excitedly and worked her hands to the motions that happened.

"Yeah, but he looked totally shorter in person," Xander retorted with a grunt.

Everyone replied with an eye roll. Anya even threw an empty bottle at him. He huffed and folded his arms around his chest, grumbling to himself.

"He told me he liked my slayer skills," Buffy smirked in spite of herself.

Riley rolled his eyes and put down his coffee.

"I couldn't believe it the first twenty times you told us, but it's starting to sink in now," he huffily said, his pride hurt.

"Am I repeat-o-girl?" her voice was sheepish and her eyes were apologetic. "I'm sorry. I was just blown away. Like...the way he said it made it so..."

"Sexy?" Willow finished for her. "I bet he made it sound sexy." Tara blushed and intertwined her fingers with the redhead's.

Dawn quietly sat at the table, listening to them talk. Her mind was drifting in and out and she could almost feel Dracula's breath against her neck. Touching her... She let out a shaky breath trying to clear her mind.

"The bloke's known for his good looks," Spike piped in, crossing his ankles on the table. "Got the eyes the chicks go numb for." He smirked, "Me and the ol' count got into a couple decades back. Wanted to know who was better lookin'. 'Won of course. Had the ladies beggin' to touch me after that."

Buffy snorted and pushed his chair back with a kick of her foot. He fell backwards, arms flying everywhere.

"Bitch," he snapped, picking himself off the ground.

"Wasn't sexy," Buffy murmured under her breath. "Just was different." Riley gave her a quick kiss against his knuckles

"But we can't kill him yet," she stated. She ignored the others quizzical look. "He told me he was after his key," Dawn's breath caught in her throat. "It sounded important..." she thought to herself.

Dawn's breathing became heavy. He was after her. want her. For what, she didn't know. But he was looking for her and he found her. She bit her lip and told a lie about a bathroom break.

She exited the back room and took a deep gulp of the fresh air that was presented to her in the alley. Sliding down the brick wall, she put her head in her hands and wearily shook it. Things were looking very down for her. A gorgeous, enthralling vampire wanted her and she just learned that she was a very bad person. So bad that deep down in her muscle tissue, she felt it. Felt the epidemic of tiny atoms turning against her. Hating the feeling burning deep down inside of her, she started to nervously scratch at her skin.

"You're hurting yourself," came a calm voice in front of her.

"Dracula..." Dawn drawled wondering what he was doing there. "Why are you? I mean... You? I...I don't know what you're talking about," she blushed and put her hands underneath her butt.

"Yes you do, Dawn," he let out a small smile and bent down. He pushed back tendrils of hair behind her ear and gave a small kiss on the corner of her jaw bone.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she sniffled, silent tears threatening to fall.

"I'm not doing anything, lover. I'm just showing you of what you're meant to be." His eyes drop down to her body suggestively as he licked his thick lips. "And you're meant to be mine."

The tears spilled down her cheeks and created puddles on the cement. Memories were attacking her harder than ever. Killing sprees and brutal rapings were flashing through her mind.

"When I'm with you, I'm cruel. Horrible. Soulless. When I'm with you..." she sobbed, her body quaking.

"You're magnificent. Dark," he wiped away a tear path from her cheek. "Gorgeous," he whispered as his lips kissed away the tears that were flowing.

The door knob was rattling and Dawn pushed him away. Someone was coming out there. They were going to see...

"Tonight," he hushed, catching her eyes. "Until then." He turned into a bat and flew away right before the door opened.

Dawn's hands went straight to her eyes as she wiped away any signs of her emotional attack earlier. Spike appeared behind the door.

"Everything okay nibblin'?" he asked, sliding down to the ground with her. He lit a fag and deeply inhaled. "Thought you went to the bathroom," he exhaled. "Long way from the loo out here."

She knocked her head against the wall she was sitting against and then let it fall unto his shoulder. His black chipped fingernails ran through her hair.

"What's wrong, pet? You're actin' all weird."

She forced her face down into his chest.

"I'm a bad, horrible, terrible person," she cried.

"Who put those bloody thoughts in your head?" he asked. "You're not any of those things, baby."

She shook her head. Spike could feel his shirt becoming damp from her tears.

"No... I am. And he won't let me forget it."

I'm almost done with this fic. Yay! I finished the 10th chapter and all I have left is probably two more. R&R kidds.