A/n: Next Chapter!

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"Dawnie, Janice is here," Buffy hollered up the stairs. I sighed, pulling a wristband over my arm.

"Good, now lemme see how you look," Janice demanded, looking me up and down. She grinned when she saw my outfit. Tight black jeans that were perfect for dancing but not too comfortable, a small black tank top that dipped low, my boots, and my duster.

"Do I fit the approval?" I half joked.

"You'll do," She smiled, waving to Buffy as she walked out the door.

"I'll be home by eleven," I stated, though I knew Buffy wouldn't be home to see if I was home or not.

"I'm spending the night at Brad's," I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Buffy's new sex toys name.

"Bye," I muttered, following Janice. Her older brother dropped us off in front of the Bronze as dark began to set. Deep breaths Dawn, I reminded myself as we walked into the club. Loud hard rock boomed from the band on stage and the air smelled of alcohol and lust. I couldn't help it; I smiled and began moving slightly to the music before I even got on the dance floor. Before I knew it, I was lost in the mass of bodies, dancing with all my might. Guys grinded against me and frankly I didn't care. They saw me. If they saw me I must be real. Arms snaked around my waist as I danced. I danced and I forgot. The song changed and so did my movements. Keeping the beat I changed to another guy. Then another, then another.

"Hey, Dawn," I looked up and realized I was dancing with Shawn. I smiled. He wasn't supposed to talk. Just supposed to dance with me.

"Hi, Shawn," I muttered, still dancing.

"Dawn and Shawn, hey we rhyme,"

"Uh…yeah," I allowed myself to be pulled away by another guy and continued dancing. I felt myself completely release as I moved my body. Song after song, guy after guy; I was in bliss. Every time a guy's hands touched my waist, I felt as though it was me he wanted. That he wasn't some horny teenager looking for a good lay. I was real. I felt real. Then it all came crashing down. The person dancing behind me was pushed away and a new guy took his spot. He possessively wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight as we moved to the music. I leaned back on his chest, sighing at how comfortable this was. His hands traveled from my waist and rested on my stomach, on the spot that peeked threw my shirt and jeans. His hands were cold but I was enjoying ever caress. His lips touched my neck, kissing it gently. It took a full ten minutes of this until I realized that the song was fast and we were dancing slowly. That the way the man held me felt so familiar. I whipped around, caught sight of who it was, and my jaw dropped.

"Hello, Luv," Spike greeted, a smirk coming over his face.

"S..S..Sp..Spike?"

"D…D…Da…Dawn?" He mocked, causing my eyes to narrow.

"What are you doing here?"

"Public place, Bit,"

"Did you know you were dancing with me?" I asked, noticing how he wasn't freaking out and yet I was.

"I was doin' a lot more then dancin', Platelet," He murmured, his voice seductive and unlike I had ever heard it. He wrapped his arms around my waist again and looked me in the eye. "Dream about me," He whispered, before brushing his lips across mine and walking back into the shadows.

"God help me," I muttered, collapsing into one of the chairs.

"Dawn, want to go for a walk," I looked up at Shawn and was about to say no when Janice glared at me from across the table.

"Sure," I smiled, following him outside.

"Dawn, I really like you…" His announced once we had walked outside. Before I could comment he was kissing me and I was kissing back. His hands roamed over my body and I didn't stop him. He wanted me. I was wanted. I was never wanted. I was always the problem. My arms wrapped around his neck as I allowed him entry into my mouth. His hands sneaked up my shirt as I played with his hair. I had to be real. He couldn't like someone who wasn't real. Then I felt him being torn away from me. I looked up, confused. Spike stood there his game face on. Shawn ran and my eyes widened.

"Turning into a bloody skank now? You're as bad as your sister. Bleeding bints having sex with random guys. For god's sake, Dawn, what the hell," He roared, pushing me against the wall.

"I am not a skank," I whispered,

"Oh yeah that's why he was feeling you up and you were letting him," I threw my fist back and it connected firmly with his jaw. I heard a crack but didn't stick around to see if he was ok. I ran. I ran all the way home before climbing the stairs and collapsing into bed. By then, I was really sick of crying.

A/n: It was longer!! Praise me and update!!!

-P.d.