A/n: Next chapter! It's longer then the other one but still short.
"Dawn, why aren't you eating?" Willow demanded, glaring at my plate of chicken, which I had only taken two bites from. My wet hair hung limp on my shoulders and the fresh cuts on my arm still stung with a satisfying pain.
"Not to hungry, had a big lunch," I whispered quietly keeping my eyes on the piece of meat in front of me so the red-haired witch wouldn't notice I was lying. Buffy was terrible at lying. I guess I should be to since we're sisters and all, kind of. But I've gotten used to it. Tara sat quietly next to Buffy, eating heartily and pulling the blonde slayer into an unwanted conversation about fruit.
"Oh," Willow's green eyes flickered over my face before she joined the "fruit" conversation.
"I'm going upstairs, I have homework," No one heard me. Pineapples got more attention the little Dawnie. As I walked out of the kitchen, I detoured to the living room. I flipped open Buffy's weapons cabinet and pulled out a dagger. Testing the side by sliding it across my finger, I smiled as blood bubbled to the surface. I tucked it into my waistband and walked upstairs. I stepped threw the door as a bleach blonde vampire crawled in threw my window.
"Hey, stranger," I laughed, as Spike gracefully stumbled. Spike was the only one who cared, he was the only one who listened.
"Hey, Bit," He plopped down on my bed and turned to face me. The metal of the dagger was hot against my skin.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned, tucking my wet hair behind my ear.
"Was bored and was kinda missing it here,"
"You were at my birthday party last week and babysat me the week before,"
"Your sixteen, platelet, I really don't need to baby sit you anymore. You're a grown lady and such,"
"So, what's up?"
"You know how last week at your party I told you your gift hadn't come in yet?" I nodded. "It came in,"
"What'd ya
get me!" He laughed and pulled a box from his duster. It was wrapped in comics
from the newspaper and had "Nibblet" written on it in Spike's fancy
handwriting,"
"Well open it," He nudged, and
I tore at the paper. Lifting the top of the box off I squealed. Inside was a
leather jacket that could only be described as the female version of Spike's
duster. The interior was crimson satin and it reached my mid thigh. He grinned,
a real grin not his evil little smirk.
"Spike, I love you. I love you so much," I squealed throwing my arms around him. He hugged back for a minute before stopping and pulling me back, looking me in the eye. Green met blue for a moment before he asked the inevitable question I knew would be asked.
"Why do I smell blood?"
