"Dawn, please open the door," I buried my face further into my pillow, ignoring how Spike pounded on my door.
"Go away," I yelled back, tears still falling onto the bedspread. I couldn't do this. I stood up and reached for the knife. I sliced away at my arm.
"Dawn, stop it. Please, open the door!" I heard his voice get anxious. I was rocking back and forth, tears and blood mixing as it fell to the floor. Spike rammed against the door, knocking it off its hinges. I sat in the middle of the room, rocking back and forth cutting myself. He grabbed the knife and flung it out the window. Kneeling next to me, he applied pressure to the cuts. I was getting dizzy.
"Spikeā¦"I murmured, and his eyes widened. I felt myself lift into the air then crash down onto the floor.
"Dawn," I heard Spike whisper above me.
"Go away," I yelled, scooting away from him. I was bleeding heavily and my vision began to blur.
"Dawn, I have to get you to the hospital," He reached out to grab me but I dodged his arm.
"No, let me die,"
"You know I wont let that happen, damn it,"
"Spikeā¦something's happening," My voice was weak and I looked down at my hand, which was glowing green. Spike's eyes were large as a green ball of light tore itself from my chest and formed into something in the corner. I stared at what had formed, my vision blurring. I heard one final thing before I sunk into unconsciousness.
"Mommy?"
"Spike..." My eyes felt like lead, and I felt the weight of a bed beneath me and a small body curled up next to me.
"Dawn...are you ok?" I finally pryed my eyes open, noticing that I was in Spike's crypt. Next to me was a small girl with light brown pigtails and a small upturned nose. My eyes widened as I remembered.
"I think so," I looked down at my arm, which should have had about fifty deep slashes on it. Instead there were faint pearl like scars. "What happened?"
"She happened, luv," He muttered, hugging me tightly.
"Who is she?"
"Our daughter,"
A/n Really short, I know. ALl will be explained in the next chapter.
