AN: This is my new story. I needed another fic that I could express my dark emotions out of. Ha. I sound so angsty. Anyway...

Everyone is human here. Joyce is dead; died during child birth with Dawn. Dawn is currently 17. Buffy is 18 and is a total whore and is never home. They both live with their father who is running for mayor. Spike's probably about 25 or so, I don't know.

But I think that's all you need to know.
Enjoy...


Dawn was sitting in the front seat, newly dressed in jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, of what looked like an old mustang. The seat was soft and smelled leathery; she liked that smell. It made her feel safe.

"Hand me your bag," he monotonously stated.

She handed him the bag and he began to sift through it. A blush came to her features when he pulled out her very immodest underwear.

"Gonna model for me later, 'bit?" he asked with a deadly smirk on his face and his eyebrows raised.

He continued to pull and look through the things in her bag. After he came upon her clothes, he saw regular object that would resided in a purse. A wallet, some sharpies. some odd cosmetic odds and ends, and an mp3 player.

"Looks good," he said as he shoved the bag pack to her.

He put the key in the ignition and started the car.

"It's going to be a long ride."

She buckled her seat belt and rested her head against door casing. Her heart was still fluttering fast from the incident earlier. Her arm still ached.

Dawn wondered if she was going to die. If this stranger was going to take her to some remote place, sexually violate her, then kill her. Or, by his looks, kill her then sexually violate her. She didn't know what bothered her the most. The fact that he was going to kill her. Or that her dying didn't matter to her that much.

Taking in a deep sigh, she turned her head to see her kidnapper.

"What's your name?" she asked, taking her lip into her mouth and chewing it softly.

"Call me Spike," he simply said while throwing out his cigarette out the window. "And you're Dawn Summers. Daughter of the multi-millionaire Hank Summers."

"You want to get a ransom, don't you?" she asked, her eyes straight on the road in front of her.

"Hell fucking yes. I'm going to sell you for as much as you can get."

She huffed and shook her head. He could try, she thought to herself. But daddy didn't like her. She was the screw up. She was the fucked up one. She was the one that they should have aborted in mom's stomach so she didn't have to die. She was the one they should have left behind.

Emotions started to overwhelm her; it became hard to breathe. An itch penetrated down to her fingers and she knew the only cure.

"I have to go to the bathroom really bad," she said while squeezing her thighs together, to act the part.

"Bloody hell," he complained while pulling into the next gas station.

She grabbed her purse and headed to the bathroom. Though it was a multi stall, she locked the door. A curse left her lips as she sat down on a rather cruddy chair that was in the corner. Taking a razor from the handle of the purse, she rolled her left sleeve up again. She took a deep breath and pressed down with the sharp object in her hand. A tiny bit of pain welled up at the surface area of her cut, but that was all. Blood clashed against her pale arm. Relaxing, she rested her head against the back of the wall and let blood drain down her arm.

Knowing Spike would be suspicious if she took any longer, she washed off the blood and pulled her sleeve back down and walked back to the car with two drinks and some chips in her hand.

"I got you a Doctor Pepper," she half-smiled as she climbed in the seat. "And I got some Cooler Ranch Doritos that we can share."

Spike gave her a narrowed glance, wondering if she did anything bad to it. Cyanide in the chips or arsenic in the drink.

"Thanks," his voice was smooth and even.

She opened her Diet Vanilla Cherry Doctor Pepper and took a sip. The taste filled her mouth with pleasure and she opened up the chip bag. After taking a chip for herself she offered one to him.

He nodded and grabbed some, waiting until Dawn swallowed to see if they were poisoned. Once she was on her second one, he ate his, knowing they were safe.

He couldn't get enough of this girl.

First she didn't put up a fight when he took her and then buying him food?

He could tell she was going to be different than any of the other's.

"Fuck," he cursed silently to himself.

That wasn't going to be a good thing.


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