AN: Everyone is human. Though this basically stars Spike and Dawn... Spike kidnapped Dawn and things are happening. Enjoy.

Her body ached. When she woke up, she could feel the sore pain throb up her body and it felt good. In a sick, twisted, horrible, fucked up way, it felt good. A disgusted grunt came from her tight lips as she thought about herself. Used to, she didn't care-apathy was running through her veins, but lately it was as if she was starting to get sporadic emotions flowing through her brain. The emotion that was tampering with her today? Anger.

Beating her fist against her pillow was the best thing she could do. That and yell, but she wasn't about to go and scream her heart's desire out with Spike listening. Staring at the wooden acre, and idea popped into her brain.

She rushed to get dressed and plowed down the stairs. It was early yet, so Spike must have been still sleeping. She was thankful for that as she opened the door.

The first thing she could think of was freedom. She hadn't been out on her on for weeks. Even the trip to Mulligan's, she felt constricted with his presence so looming. The grass felt lush beneath her fingers as she fell to the ground in relief. Hands dug into the dark soil, taking some of her inner turmoil to the earth.

"So fucking stupid," she cried and pounded dirty fists against the ground. She hit a branch which broke her skin; a tiny bit of blood oozed out.

"Oh great!"

The brunette picked up her body and ran deeper in the forest until she got to a thicket of woods surrounding her.

"This seems to be far enough," she mused to herself as she let out a toe curling scream. It quaked her entire body and pulled her vocal cords until it hurt. She yelled until no more sound came from her voice.

After exhaustion plagued her body, she dropped to the ground, once again. This time she laid on her back and stared at the sky. Looking up at the clouds reminded her of her childhood. Or lack there was. Her father, Hank, was always away and her sister Buffy was always getting into trouble, trying to find some way of getting attention, and her mom died when she was born. She tried to hold back a choked sob.

It was hard to remember her mother or the few photographs she'd seen of her. Hank always discussed to her, while drunk of course, how he had chose to keep Joyce instead of the baby. He blamed the brunette for killing his wife. She wasn't but hardly a day old and she already had a death under her belt. It made her feel dirty.

The pain in her chest rejuvenated and she felt useless. Anger faded and turned into sadness. She didn't have her razor with her; ever since the episode in the laundry room, she forgot to put the razor back in her shoe. So she did the next best thing. Attacked a tree.

Her fists were bloody and brown by the time she was done with them. Even the tree had dashes of her life on it, skin and blood; it produced a sick smile.

The sun was setting and Dawn decided to go in and clean up. But of course, with her paranoid sneaking around, she ran smack dab into the blonde wonder.

"Where the hell have you been?" he snarled, grabbing her by the arm.

"Where does it look like I've been. Outside," she replied in the same fashion as him, loud and flaring.

He exploded. How dare she not mind his rules and gracious courtesy. She should be so damned lucky that he had been so kind. She should be... He took a deep breath, hoping to calm his aggravated nerves. It didn't work. He looked down and noticed her dirtied hands.

"What happened?" he whispered and clasped her hands in his. It looked like she hurt herself, but in a different way.

"I... fell," she finished lamely and rolled her eyes inside. Could she be any more stupid? Maybe Spike wouldn't notice how bad it really was.

"Must have been one bad fall."

He caught her eyes in his while he lightly ran his thumbs over her knuckles. He was rewarded with a whimper and a pained expression on her face. He tightened his lips as he shook his head. He still didn't know what to do. How could he stop her from hurting herself? He was just as lost as she was, he decided.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just needed to get out." She said in a pleading voice. He could tell how desperate she sounded. "Can I go to my room now?" she asked with vulnerable eyes.

"No."

"No?"

Her breath caught in her throat as he didn't answer her for a while. What was he going to do? Pin her down and whip her? What more punishing chores was he going to give?

"Go get cleaned up. Then I'll make you dinner," he simply stated and left for the kitchen.

She did his wishes and headed to the shower, still confused on how he let her off.


Because I passed the 50 review mark, I'm going to give you guys two chapters. Yes, I know I'm awesome... R&R