AN: Everyone is human. Though this basically stars Spike and Dawn... Spike kidnapped Dawn and things are happening. Enjoy.
Spike roared with frustration. Regular kind or the sexual kind, he wasn't sure. But whatever the case, he didn't want to know.
Truth be known, the influence of his sudden hardcore regime was to keep the brunette busy and away from him. Since he was afraid of her vomiting up meals, she had to be in close watch. After meals, he would take her to his study and give her a new book to read. This left him, bored out of his bloody mind, staring at the young girl across from him. She had become burnt into his brain-all of her fidgeting habits and little quirks.
Thus her chores were a blessing when he thought of them. It kept her busy from destroying her esophagus with gastric acid and helped him clean up the house. It also kept him from being around her every second of every day. Maybe letting his mind dwell on something other than her.
But ever since he had slept with her, his body close to hers, it didn't matter what he did-he could not get the feeling of her snuggling into him or the soft whimpers that escaped her pale lips as she entered a nightmare out of his mind.
Though she didn't know it, during the night, her slim body intermingled with his. Tiny legs threw themselves in between his. Soft hands caressed his bare chest as if she was searching for something. The brunette intrigued him more in sleep then awake, which was saying a lot.
It was like in sleep she would express true desires, or that's what he wished. He didn't know why he even tried. She was money to him. An easy deal. Spike always promised himself he wouldn't mix business with pleasure, unless the business mixed with the pleasure first.
A smirk came to his face as he remembered Drusilla. She was his second capture ever and he was naive enough to become romantically involved with the dark goddess. Angelus, his boss, had business complications with the girl's father. In Spike terms, that meant that Dru's dad didn't pay Angelus his betting wages, so he used his daughter as leverage. Romance came quick between the two for they had great chemistry. She seduced him with coy smiles and innocent glances. But, in the end, it all became a hoax. She hit him in the head and took his keys, and drove off into the sunset. It left Spike deep in shit with Angelus, taking it many captures for the tall, dark headed man to trust him again.
Frowning, he thought about his current predicament. He was falling in lust with his capture who's father still hadn't called him yet. It had been at least three weeks since she had arrived, turning his life upside down in the process.
Maybe what she said was right. Maybe he won't call.
"Dawn?" he called, worried; he hadn't seen her in a couple of hours.
He sighed as he shook his head. This girl was going to be the death of him. Always kept him on his toes and he guessed that was a good thing.
"Dawn!" he screamed, not getting any answers.
Walking to the laundry room, which was the last thing he told her to do, he entered the room slowly. He had to blink his eyes to make sure what he was seeing was real.
Dawn was laying on the floor, blood surrounding her pale body. Her left arm was stained and deeply cut in a straight line that went up vertically. Her head was flat against the ground; a tiny bit of blood trickling out of a open cut on her forehead where she hit it. A razor was palmed loosely in her right hand.
"What have I done?" he asked silently as he kneeled down to check her pulse.
It was still there, quiet, but there. That's all that really mattered.
He gently rolled up her sleeve that was caked in blood. Not being able to, he took the razor from her grasp and cut the sleeve open. A gasp held deep in his throat as he saw the many lines, which were a lighter color than her skin, litter her arm. Before he saw this, he thought she tried to kill herself. But now he saw it, she was a cutter.
A sad smile came upon his face as he didn't know what to do. He was torn between forgetting it happened or bandage her up and taking care of her.
"Oh, my poor nibblet," he hushed while wiping away the hair that veiled her face.
"What am I to do with you?"
And he placed another kiss on her cool cheek and started to swap up the blood that surrounded her.
I'm sorry not all of you enjoyed the last chapter. But, ha, screw you-this is my story after all. Anyway,sorry for such a small chapter last time, but I have one chapter soon that's like 4 pages long. Hope you liked this. And R&R.
