Spike tore through the house, looking for her. He could smell her. Smell her! Everywhere. The little tramp lied to him. Lied! To him. To his bloody face. He couldn't believe her audacity. True, he knew that she was probably deep under the count's spell. He could tell from her eyes. But he trusted her. Trusted that she knew what she was doing. It made his blood boil that he trusted her even though he knew-knew-that she was thickly enthralled.

Running a shaky hand through his already tussled hair, he tried to forget. All he had to do was find the girl and kill Drac. Easier said then done, he knew. For Dracula always got the girl. He might even be too late.

The blonde vampire could smell her in the most unusual places. Deep in the floor, on the windowsill, on the kitchen counter. Once he placed her essence in the fireplace, he knew that the notorious vampire had tricked him.

"Oh bloody 'ell," he cried, throwing his hands up in the air. Hearing a muffle moan, he ran up the stairs.

He didn't know what to expect. Really, he didn't. He was hoping for her tied up against the wall, being tortured against her will. Or her a little scuffled up in the corner with a split lip. Maybe even tied up in a chair with a gag in her mouth.
But nothing would have prepared him for what he saw as he slammed open the door.

Dawn was laying in the bed, indisposed. Her outfit as...inappropriate as it may have been, was clearly disheveled. As was she. Mess of a hair. Deep blush on her cheeks. Blood pooled in the crevice of her neck. Eyes were as wide as saucers. By the look in Dracula's eyes and by the knowing smirk on his face, Spike knew this wasn't the first time that this had happened.

"Dawn," he stated, all emotion leaving him at the sight of his girl in bed with a monster.

"Spike," her voice was high and scared.

"Ruined our fun," Dracula smiled, tracing his finger down her chest and up again. "Or did you come to join in the festivities."

The chipped vampire pulled out a stake from his back pocked and he twirled it around.

"Not unless you're into something kinky," came his gruff reply.

Dracula raised an eyebrow, but did nothing else. Spike, on the other hand, circled him and from the corner of his eye, studied the dark-haired vampire. Once Spike got his feel, he attacked and leapt with the stake in his hand. Dracula defended himself and flung the stake from his hand. It splintered once it hit the hard ground.

"You still owe me twelve pounds, you ponce," Spike growled when Dracula pinned him to the ground and straddled his lower legs.

"If I remember correctly, it was only ten," Dracula replied and gave his blonde opponent an uppercut to the jaw.

Spike hissed in pain and tried to pop his jaw bone back in place. But Dracula did not wait for him to do so and continued pounding the blonde's face in.

Dawn clenched her eyes closed, not able to see the horrific scene in front of her. It seemed as if Dracula had the upper hand. She didn't know if Spike could even make it. When she opened her eyes, she was assaulted with a black and red Spike. Bruises were already forming on his face and blood was spilling out of cuts and onto the floor.

She let out a small shriek, causing Dracula's attention to draw from the pathetic trash in front of him. Tears were forming behind her eyes, but she tried to hold them off. Dracula gave her a wink to assure her that he was okay.

This was enough time for Spike to arrange himself in the perfect position.

"Hey Drac-y," the count turned his head around with an annoyed expression. "Want me to take my shirt off too? Then we can charge."

"What are you talking about, you crazy-"

Dracula would have finished the sentence, but Spike kneed him in the groin. Dracula cowered in pain and drew his body closer to itself. This was easier for Spike to kick him off of him.

"That's for my twelve pounds, you moron." He stood up and rolled Dracula underneath his foot. "This is for that one time when you stole Dru away."

He picked him up by the pit of his arm and slammed him against the wall. Dracula snuck in a punch which caused Spike to spit blood. But the blonde kneed him again and pressed him so hard against the wall that he was leaving an imprint. Blood was pouring down the wall from the back of Dracula's head and Spike smiled.

The blonde threw the count against a cast-iron bed table. Screaming on intact, a sharp, decorative ornament pierced his body on his lower back and broke off. Still embedded in his pale flesh, Dracula fell to the ground and landed with a small thud.

"Oh my god," Dawn screamed. Terror was evident in her shaky voice.

Spike stomped over to her bed with a feral expression. Dawn covered her head when she saw him about to strike. His arm came out and split the wooden spindle off the bed post. It tore in just a way that a point formed. Spike threw narrow eyes at the brunette and she quivered in fear.

Dracula tried to crawl to safety when Spike came towards him, but it was no use. He could hardly move from the piercing of his spine.

"And this is for fucking with Dawn."

The make-shift stake thrusted into his chest so quickly that not even Dawn saw it coming. It resulted with a small cry from the vampire's lips and dust exploding from his heart.

"My love," he whispered before his body turned to ash.

Spike spit on the expired Dracula and threw the stake in the pile.

Dawn rushed from the bed, still indisposed, and shuffled through the ashes of her past-lifes's lover.

"What did you do?"

Eh... I have another chapter left and then an epilogue. The ending is pretty shitty. Garg. That happens so much! I get so into a story in the beginning and then by the end, I'm like...turned off. It sucks ass. Annnyway. yeah. Thanks for listening to my rant. R&R.