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

It was time. She could feel it deep down in her bones. Her entire body was calling out for something. Someone. And she knew exactly who it was.

"I knew you'd come," he whispered into the dark as she came towards him.

The dark vampire grabbed her hands and welcomed her inside his house.

"Let me take your coat," he insisted with a knowing smirk on his face.

Draping the long, thick overcoat on a chair, he took the gorgeous beauty in front of him. Dawn was wearing a sheer champagne dress. Thin straps of the dress stopped above the smooth, round tops of her bosom led to a tight fitting mid section and, finally, to above her knees that held two front side slits. Most of her skin was exposed from the sheerness of her dress, but her delicates were covered in skin-colored strips that teased his eyes. Brunette hair was brought forward and wisped around her face is a graceful manner.

"Words can not even describe how lovely you are," his voice complimented and he kissed her tender knuckles that his hands embraced.

Dawn let out a small, nervous smile and allowed Dracula to push back her hair to one shoulder, so he could view his work on her neck. She could feel his dark eyes roam over her body and she suppressed a shiver.

"I have something to tell you."

It was as if he didn't hear her for he started to lavish her neck. under his actions, she couldn't think, so she pushed him off.

"They're trying to kill you," the brunette rushed, tears crowding in her eyes.

He gave her mocking concern, but returned to her neck.

"But," she moaned. "But, but, it's Spike. He's coming. And-and he's mad."

"Spike? The William the Bloody?" he asked, a deadly smirk forming on his lips.

"He found out about the bite," she hushed. "I had to tell him a lie or else he wouldn't have let me come."

Nodding his head, he licked his dead lips.

"We better continue this somewhere more private."

He picked her up in his arms and quickly walked off to his bedroom. It was up the stairs and to the left, but Dawn didn't' think she could control herself any longer. He dropped her on the bed, bouncing a little when she hit the sheets. Anticipation was running through her body when he undressed her with his eyes.

"You are magnificent," he smirked, throwing off his overcoat on the floor.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," she blushed.

"No, you are different."

He pounced on her, laying on top, and started to trail his lips over her body.

"We're kindred," he mouthed onto her stomach. She quivered.

When he reached down to the edge of her dress, he inched his fingers closer to her panties. Hooking his fingers in the straps, he shimmied her out of them. Then he pushed up the skirt and licked his bite.

Dawn pushed her body further down the bed, but Dracula stopped her.

"Be patient," he chuckled and nuzzled the inside of her thigh.

The brunette huffed, annoyed that he was being so slow. Her entire body was on fire and the underside of her skin was humming. She couldn't handle it anymore. With strength she didn't know she possessed, she flipped him over.

"That's better," she smiled and straddled his lower stomach.

Taking grip of his shirt, she ripped it apart, buttons flying everywhere. Then she dove in to his marble like skin. He was like a god carved into stone. His chest was so pale that he blended in with the sheets, but it was so smooth. His flesh was softer than she would have imagined, yet his body was hard, cut right from muscles. His long, flowing hair, piercing eyes, and slightly colored nipples were all that stood out. Her small tongue came out and swept around his pink nipple. He groaned and she smiled-he even tasted like marble.

"This is not how it's suppose to be," he managed to spit out.

"So," she flippantly stated as her fingers graced over his skin and down to the top of his pants. Her hand palmed over the concealed tightness.

He growled, trying to keep his true face hidden, and flipped her over.

"Key's been a bad girl," he hissed, throwing his head back when she replied to him by grinding her hips against his.

"I deserve to be punished," she bit her lip to keep from smiling.

"Mmm. I agree."

With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his trousers. He reached up to her shoulders and pushed down the straps for her dress. Subconsciously, she parted her legs with him on top of her. He sucked on her lower lip as she tried to push down his pants with her feet.

Vamping out, he scraped his teeth against her collar bone. Two blood rivers escaped from her skin and he soaked them up like it was water.

"Oh Dracula," she cried, wrapping her legs against his lower back. She tried to push him closer to her, so he was directed at her core.

The wooden door slammed open and shattered once hitting the back wall. Dawn's eyes took over her face, as she looked at the man who caused the ruckus.

"Dawn," he whispered, no emotion showing on his face.

"Spike!" she epped and shame ran over her.

This is horrible! I'm getting tired of Buffy fics. Isn't that horrible! I'm starting to get entangled with HP stories. I haven't even read the books! Pff! But I finished writing this story and I'll finish updating in the days to come. Sorry about kidnap...I still just can't write. I'll force myself to soon. R&R.