AN: This is a story about what if Dracula wanted the Key instead of the Slayer.

He was calling her. She could feel it deep in her bones. Way down there, in tiny little cells. They were vibrating. Everything on her was humming and singing. She was so close and she was pretty sure she could hear her flesh singing. He wanted her. Needed her. Finally, someone needed her.

"Dracula," she murmured as he came towards her.

"Don't resist me," he hissed and grabbed the back of her hair. His mouth barely touched hers as he next spoke. "It will only make it harder."

He grabbed her lips up into a feverish kiss and ripped open her shirt.

"And less pleasurable."

He was devouring her slowly, taking his time. She couldn't handle all the pressure building up inside of her. She wanted to scream. Wanted him to move his face just enough so his nose would just hit...

"Dracula," she moaned as he bit into the other thigh. She felt herself flooding onto the sheets as he drank her life away.

Her eyes popped open as she realized it was all a dream. She took a peek at the blonde vampire beside her and gave him a small smile. She was going to have to leave him because he was calling her. Dracula needed her. Sliding out of bed, she was careful not to wake him.

She didn't know how she knew, but she did. She knew exactly where he was. And while she drew her arms closer to her chest, she could feel him drawing her closer.

"I've been waiting for you," he darkly smiled while he rested his body on a tombstone. "C'm here," he commanded and she walked directly toward him.

He kissed her, just like in her dream. Except this time she was awake and his hands were gripping her face so hard that she felt like there would be bruises in the morning. But she responded to him with a deep moan.

"I have a surprise for you tomorrow," he cryptically stated after breaking off from her swollen lips.

"What is it?" she asked breathlessly.

"I'll give you a preview later," he told her and pushed her up against an abandon crypt.

He pinned her down, using his hands as manacles, and assaulted her open body. She was completely his for the taking as his hand went under her shirt and explored the territory. Deep down in Dawn's throat, she let out a groan.

"You're so ripe for the picking," he murmured and kissed along her hair line.

"Stop teasing," Dawn cried, her eyes still hooked on his. He'd never let her close her eyes; she was hypnotized.

The pale vampire ran his hands down the back of her body until they reached her ass. He picked it up and, by instinct, she tied her legs around his waist. They grounded hips together, each craving their own friction. Dawn gasped at the desire that was running up and down her body.

"Are you worthy?" he spoke, lips against her hot flesh.

"For what?"

A hand strayed to the inside of her tight pants and danced acrossed her cloth-covered mound. Fingers baited her until she wanted to scream in frustration. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction that she craved. Entering three fingers in at a time, she threw her head back, a smile on her face.

"Yes," she hissed. "Oh god, yes."

He pumped his thin, cold fingers at a rapid pace and Dawn thanked god for vampire speed. So close. So fucking close... She could tell because her back was arching up and her body was going ridged.

"Read for this."

And he stopped. Stopped his ministrations and Dawn almost yelled. But before she could do anything, he stared into her eyes so deep that she could feel herself unravel. He wasn't asking for permission, wasn't being soft or sweet. He was telling her. Telling her that he now possessed her. Telling her that she was his.

Vamping out, he bit deep into neck. It felt slick as two pin pricks pierced the skin. Dawn lost it when he sucked the life away from her slowly. Her muscles clenched and tremors racked her body. The same hand as before snuck it's way down into her pants and began fingering her bundles of nerves. It set the brunette off again and she creamed around his fingers.

"Mmm," he finished and licked the bite clean. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licked her essence off and savored it.

He closed his eyes, breaking contact. She blinked quickly and everything came rushing back. Her fingers went to her neck.

"Remember," he said, "Tomorrow."

He vanished again, the only thing left was a bat flapping away.

"I'll find you."

She was left to walk home alone, dragging her feet the whole way. He must have taken enough of her blood because she felt as if her body was shutting down. She couldn't believe... That she even let him! What was she turning into? Who was she?

A killer, she thought bitterly and mustered all her strength to climb the tree and enter her house by the window. It wasn't long before she was in her bed, dead tired, and closing her eyes.

Wow, I've been reading lots of snape/hermione fics which is totally werid. And I'm inspired, but I'm absolutely horrid with writing harry potter. Thus I won't make you go through that :-p. Ha, which reminds me... you guys are totally harsh on my self-(uhh)hating? or something. With my last comment about not being a writer. Damn people... you make me smile.

And just to let you know, I got a new idea for Kidnap which means i'm going to rewrite the previously written chapter I have. But I'm not going to finish that until this is over. Which...by the way, I'm sort of coming up low with ideas for this fic. Do you really want Dawn to have a past life? Or have all the memories fake? Give me suggestions to consider.

R&R puhhlease!