AN: Everyone is human. Though this basically stars Spike and Dawn... Spike kidnapped Dawn and things are happening. Enjoy.
She woke up with a start, heart fluttering and all. The last thing she remembered was blood drizzling down her arm and then hitting the floor.
"Shit," she cried while bringing her body off the cold ground. Everything was spinning and she had to clench her eyes together from getting to dizzy.
Looking around, she didn't see any real trace of her mishap. Maybe she was delusional from lack of blood and it's why she pictured the blood bath.
Knowing that with her absence Spike would be worried and probably mad, she stood up and rested on the washing machine. She put another load in the dryer and bee lined for the shower.
Dawn sighed as she felt hot water cascade on her body. She always believed that water was her medium, and easy outlet for her to release her problems. And she had more problems toppling on top of her lately then in her whole life.
She was confused about her kidnapper. He just wasn't anything like she would imagine. When a kidnapper came to mind, she thought of a ruthless killer with ropes and a gag and many bruises. But Spike was anything but that. He was caring and almost compassionate, just like he was almost sweet. He covered up his sincerity with sardonic grins and malicious smirks and deadly humor that would normally make her laugh if she wasn't in the situation she was in. If it wasn't for his weird behavior, it could be hers. If she was being truthful, she couldn't deny that he was the type she normally dated-basic bad boys with no intentions of caring about others. But of course, Spike was never cookie-cutter anything.
With a groan came Dawn's head slamming against the back of the shower. She just hit her already bruised head. She was fucking impossible! Taking a deep breath, the frustrated girl left the shower and went to her room to get dressed.
Her scar was ugly. It was bright red and reminding her constantly of what a horrible person she was. Hank Summers wasn't going to save her. Buffy was probably glad to have the house to herself. She was hopeless. She was fucked over in ways she couldn't even imagine.
She was just dead.
Putting on another button-up shirt that Spike had let her borrow, she paired it with some baggy jeans. The pain from fabric rubbing up against her cut made her bite her lip instead of crying out. She needed to talk to Spike about some bandaging items.
"Nice of you to join me for dinner," he huffed, looking down at a book in his hand.
"Hey Spike," she groaned, not feeling up to his "Spike-ness" and retorts.
He licked his lips and put down the novel.
"What do you want for dinner?" he asked.
Dawn sat down at the table.
"Whatever you feel like cooking."
He got up and grabbed some vegetables from the refrigerator. The he took out a pack of meat and some potatoes.
"Get over here and help me," he ordered.
The blonde handed her a knife, a cutting board, and a few potatoes.
"You can cut good right?" he asked trying to keep the disgust out of his voice.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" she replied in shock.
"You're a girl. You're used to cutting spuds, eh?"
she gave him a shaky nod and started to peel the skins off the potatoes. The knife wasn't sound in her hands as she continued to slice the objects. Spike's words got to her and she didn't know why. He didn't know-he was just making a comment. If she wasn't so upset, she would have retorted with a feminist comment.
"Fuck," he cried while he took his finger to his mouth. "Cut myself."
"What?" she asked in a rush.
"Damn carrots," Spike cursed as he ran his finger under the faucet.
"Where's the bandages?"
He pointed to a cabinet and she retrieved a first aid kit. Her kidnapper had taken a good hunk out of his left pointer-finger. She cleaned the wound and bandaged it properly.
"Thanks," he said.
She gave the finger a small kiss, out of habit and immediately regretted it.
"Sorry," she hushed and went back to cutting her potatoes.
When they finished the dicing and the simmering, what was presented was an actually very good beef stew. She ate it greedily, this being her favorite meal and her stomach rumbling from the lack of food. After she was done, she looked at Spike expectantly.
"What?" the blonde asked with a huff.
"Nothing. Just wondered what book I was being forced to read now."
He gave her a dull look and shook his head.
"Do whatever you want," and he left the room.
Dawn was confused by his aloof behavior. It made her feel funny inside. Fetching the first aid kit, she returned to her room.
She was going to have more cuts to take care of, anyway.
Eh, sorry about the sucky chapter. The next one is sucky too. But then after that, it's good. But then the one after the good one... well, it gets sucky again. Anyway yeah. R&R.
