AN: Everyone is human. Though this basically stars Spike and Dawn... Spike kidnapped Dawn and things are happening. Enjoy.
Spike hesitated when he got to her door; he didn't know if he should knock or just barge on in there. Knocking would show respect and he needed to always have the upper hand.
He opened to door and walked in, but only a little way.
"Wake up," he said, uninterestedly. "Wake up," he said a bit louder this time when she didn't stir.
Sauntering over to her bed, he looked at her. She was cuddled in the fetal position; her backside was pointing out towards him, showing him her clothed covered bottom. Her pale skin seemed to melt in with the cream colored sheets.
"Wake up," he told her in quiet, harsh voice. She still did not do what he told her.
He put his cold hands on her bare leg and began to lightly rub circles on her exposed flesh. A small moan escaped her lips.
"Dawn," he whispered by her ear. "Time to get up."
Her eyes slowly fluttered open, but her breath caught in her throat when she spotted him over her.
"Breakfast."
She nodded and watched him walk away with heavy steps. He scared her when she woke up to his touch. The place he touched felt like it was on fire.
Looking in the mirror, she sighed at her appearance. Her dark hair was everywhere, like her eyeliner that bleed around her eyes. She combed her hair with fingers and wiped away the excess makeup around her eyes. Shaking her head, she decided that she wasn't going to get any prettier and decided to go downstairs.
The kitchen was big-just like everything else in the house. Spike was sitting at the end of the bar, reading a newspaper. His eyes peaked over the paper as he looked at her.
"So nice of you to join me," he smirked and turned another page.
Dawn kept silent and sat at the other end of the long, rectangle table. Her face was devoid of any emotion as she drew invisible shapes on the table top. Spike put down his paper and stared at the tiny girl across from him.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked while standing in front of the fridge.
She gave him a shrug and let out a heavy breath. He shook his head and pulled out orange juice and the carton of eggs.
Once he was one with his makes-shift omelet, he set the plate and glass of juice in front of her. She didn't even meet his glance. The man returned to his seat and busied himself with the paper again.
The food went back and forth on her plate as she played with it. The egg looked greasy and reeked of vegetable oil. It was burnt in spots and looked like he put too much pepper on it. She wasn't that hungry anyway, she decided. The brunette chewed on her bottom lip instead.
She wondered how long he was going to keep her there. Or if he was just going to kill her. Though he probably wouldn't feed her just to later kill her, she thought. Another notion entered her mind as she took a sip of the drink he had given her. What if he was slowly poisoning her? Through food and drink. That was very plausible. Before she swallowed, she spit the juice back in the cup and glared at him.
"How long are you going to keep me here for?" Dawn asked through her dark lashes. Her fork was still playing with the rubber like eggs.
"Until daddy pays," he smirked, still reading the text in front of him.
Dawn shook her head sadly. Her father wouldn't pay a dollar to save her, yet alone thousands or millions, how ever much the crazed man asked for.
"He won't," she mumbled as she got up from the table. Her chair tumbled behind her and smashed against the floor. The plate followed soon afterwards along with the glass. Then she wordlessly went to the room.
This is a slow evolving story, I know. I have about 10 chapters right now. I don't know why I told you that. Go read the new fics that I just created. Now. R&R.
