AN: Everyone is human. Though this basically stars Spike and Dawn... Spike kidnapped Dawn and things are happening. Enjoy.
To answer someones review: No Dawn does not have an eating disorder nor is the food poisoned. It's just her paranoia. Thank you.
Sleep was coming harder and harder to her. She blamed it on lack of physical activity. She was in her room for twenty-three hours a day. The other hours were split in-between being forced to eat and then throwing it up. A slim notion slipped into her brain: maybe he wasn't trying to poison her. But it didn't matter anymore, she thought more fiercely. It was harder for her to breathe, so she knew she didn't have much time left. A deep sigh came from her lungs as she heard Spike's knock on the door.
"Just open the damn door," she cried, annoyed with all of his hollow taps.
"What's with all the hostility, love?" he smirked while he glided into the room. His voice sounded tired, though teasing.
"Wow," she half-smiled, "you look like absolute shit."
He had bags under his eyes and his hair was the curliest it had ever been from lack of gel. The way he stood even resembled lack of sleep. If he wasn't her kidnapper, she might have thought he was kind of cute. Might have. If she was into that sort of badass, blonde, thing.
"Couldn't sleep," he admitted. With her rising eyes, he shook his head. "And watch the language, kid."
"I'm seventeen," she said with a yawn. "Any reason why you annoyed me with your presence?"
"Early lunch, late breakfast," he winked and grabbed her again and led her to the kitchen. He picked her up and placed her on the kitchen island.
"I'm going to cook you the best bloody brunch you've ever had."
She leaned her weight back on her arms, crossed her legs, and bounced her foot up and down. A stupid song was stuck in his head making her agitated.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Pff. S'not like you ever watch your mouth," he said with a snort.
"Shut up," she replied. After a few moments, she decided to ask him the question: "Why did you kidnap me?"
He turned around and watched her. She wasn't looking at him. He sighed.
"I mean, I'm sure you did it just for the money, 'cause Daddy's rich!" she said in a disgusted, high pitch voice. "But why not Buffy? And why me? There are tons of rich people around us."
Placing the wooden spoon on the side of the skillet, he caught her eyes and tried to stop the guilty look from his eyes.
"Your da' is running for mayor again. Everyone wants a bloody piece of him," he said and went back to his stir fry. "And 'bout stealin' you," he pondered out loud, "well, I just follow orders."
As she processed the new information, he poured the food on her plate. He cooked her chicken stir fry with rice and this time he even ate some.
"You're not leaving until that plate is clean," he scolded while handing her a glass of juice.
Her bites were small and it took her a while to eat everything. She felt nauseous from all the food settling in her stomach since she was used to small portions. Once she basically licked her plate clean, she got up.
"Where do you think you're going?" Spike asked.
"Uh, my room," she told him as she put her plates in the sink.
"Don't think so, doll. You're coming with me."
He put his fork down and led her to the left wing. This was the second time he had broken his rules for her. He was taking her to the study. Why, she didn't know. But she did know that if she was there, she couldn't be in the bathroom, vomiting up the poison he was feeding her. But if she was truthful, she would admit that Spike had also eaten the dinner. So maybe he wasn't trying to kill her. Maybe...
"Read this," he said while throwing her a book.
"J. D. Salinger?" she asked while reading the author on the book.
"'S a classic. I think you'll like it. Now read."
Thanks to all the great reviews. I'm really liking them. But I'm still becoming bored with this fic. Le sighe. For some reason I want this to become a really long fic, but I can't find it in me to do that. So I think I'm going to start to draw it up and finishing it. Hmm. Yeah. I'm currently stuck on chapter 14. It sucks ass. Anyway, Read and Review.
