AN: Everyone is human. Though this basically stars Spike and Dawn... Spike kidnapped Dawn and things are happening. Enjoy.
After every meal, she would retreat to her room. But first she would go to the bathroom. He'd hear the water go on, so he guess she would be showering. His water bill was going to be so high this month...
Spike had forced fed her for three days, yet she still looked too weak. When he carried her down the stairs, with her kicking and screaming, the feeling of her bare bones rubbed against his arms. If her spine was made of knives, they would have pierced through his skin and back out again. And she looked even worse now.
As he knocked on her door, she answered with a towel wrapped around her body. Damp ringlets laid on her overly pale skin and caused trails of water down her chest. She looked so tiny, double wrapped in the towel.
"I'm out of clean clothes," she confessed while resting her head against the door. Her arms were behind her body, making her chest stick out.
"Yeah? And what do you want me to do about it?" he asked while licking his suddenly dry lips.
"Can I borrow something of yours?" she asked emotionless and with tired eyes.
He nodded his head and told her to follow him. The blonde led her into the forbidden part of the house. His wing. He didn't know why he did-he could have just gotten the shirt and then returned it to her. But he felt like he should show her where he slept, wanted to show her something intimate of his.
"Thought I wasn't allowed down here?" she questioned and folded her arms over his chest.
"Special circumstance," he smirked and opened his door.
His room was quite larger than hers, but it had the same layout. The decor was deeper, richer than hers-dark browns, deep reds, and blacks. It was still gorgeous. His bed was drenched in what seemed like soft fabrics and Dawn couldn't help herself; she jumped on the bed and laid down on it, her ass in the air and her head resting on her folded arms.
"Nice room," she commented.
"I like it," he flippantly replied and opened his beau. "What do you want?"
She tilted her head and looked at his collection.
"Something long and something long sleeved," she said to him. "I get cold."
Throwing a black, silk button up at her she thanked him. He felt weird receiving thanks from someone he kidnapped. All the other girls would kick and scream and bite and yell. She was so serene. It was too weird.
"Going to turn around?"
He shot her a cheeky grin and turned his back to her. Seconds flew by which seemed like an eternity before she said he could turn around. And he had to cough when he saw her. Spike was a small framed guy, but his shirt still swallowed her. Wet hair still framed her face and some pieces stuck to her face; he had to stuff his hands in his pockets so he wouldn't reach out and push it behind her ears. Four buttons were undone which led to a sneak peak at her breasts. Whenever she moved he could see the outline of them. When it all came down to her, she just looked really good in his bed. Looked like she belonged.
"I think you screwed me," she commented, her voice throaty.
"What?"
"Your bed is way better than mine."
She fell back on it and nuzzled herself between the sheets. His mouth went dry as her longs legs came into view. Her left leg rubbed her right, using her heel as a massager to release her tired muscles.
"Hungry?" he asked, feathering out his hair with his fingers.
"Does it matter?" she sighed sitting up.
"Nope. Have any delights?"
"Fuck you," she quipped with an eye roll.
"Anytime," he winked and pulled her off the bed and made her fallow him to the kitchen.
The blonde made her steak, hoping it would give her iron that she was lacking. She nibbled at the slab of beef in front of her and sparsely ate her mashed potatoes. Sometimes he thought feeding her wasn't worth it.
"Done," she stated and pushed back her plate away from her. "How come you don't eat?"
"I'm picky," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She gave him a snaky grin and continued to go back to the bathroom, so she could throw up the poisoned food.
A sinking suspicion crawled up his spine as he saw the food left on her plate. She was tiny. Barely ate. And when she did, she'd return to the bathroom. It hit him like a ton of bricks. His capture had one of those eating problems.
He ran up the servant's stairway and was up to the second floor before her. He hid in the stairs until she entered the bathroom. Once she was in, he put his ear to the door. After hearing her heave, he knew it was true.
Dawn had an eating disorder.
AN: Eh. I'm sort of becoming bored with this fic. Yeah, I know that's bad. I think I'm just making it too angsty for the couple. I'm on chapter 12, yet Spike still hasn't confronted Dawn on her cutting. Hmm... I need some suggestions on what else you want them to go through. And if you're thinking about Dawn getting her period and asking for pads...I've already got that in there. I know, I'm so sneaky. But seriously though, I need ideas.
And I have a way to end it, but I'm not sure which way to go. Help me choose.
a) Dawn's father comes to the resuce (with another motive in mind though) and saves Dawn. She tells him to run for Mexico and he does. Then, they meet up later in life. Or...
b) Spike gets word that Hank is going to pay the money, but the couple both go to Mexico or Canada or anywhere, really, and have a peaceful life kidnapping others.
Pick! A or B. Review and tell me!
