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


"Dawn," he stated somberly. He saw her ears perk up and turn her attention over to him. "We need to talk."

Fear rose in her throat as she walked over to him. Visions of everything that could have happened flew into her mind.

"Yes?" she answered a bit shakily.

He liked his lips in thought then turned to her. Picking her up, he placed her on the arm of the sofa and dragged a chair to sit beside her. He bit on the side of his thumb, something he only did when he was nervous, he patted her knee.

"Okay. Dawn," the blonde man started. "I know. I mean, sometimes things happen. I just..." he rushed, words jumbled together. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled.

"Let me start over again. What I'm saying is... Sometimes things happen. And when these things happen there are different ways to react to it. Unless you don't react, which would be totally besides the bloody point, but I don't think that could happen. Unless they were catatonic, then I don't even think they could understand the news. And I guess you could considered being quiet as a response..." he rambled, which was totally uncharacteristic of him.

The brunette girl gave him a frown and tilted her head. Was something wrong with her kidnapper? He seemed off. Looking at him, she noticed dark circle

"What are you trying to say, Spike?" she asked while fluttering her lashes.

"I'm saying. I know about the cu-" he was interrupted by a vibrating in his pocket.

"Oh bloody hell!" he cursed then stood up and flipped open his cell phone in one quick movement.

"Yeah?" he asked into the phone and was greeted with a male voice that sounded rough and Irish.

Spike walked away from the girl, busy listening to the voice on the other end. She could hear him growl and curse into the phone.

"You can't make me do that," he spat, throwing his fists down on the table.

His back was turned against her, but she could tell his muscles were tense. She couldn't think of anyone who would call him, but her father-but it didn't sound like Hank. She fell back into the chair and let herself rest sideways in it, legs kicking in the air.

"I will do no such thing," he hissed. "Angelus, you know I won't do that!"

He started to shake. Dawn tried not to notice how incredibly angry he sounded. He's been mad at her before, but never that furious. She thanked the heavens for that.

"I know I've fucking done it before! But it's different this time."

Sputtering came from the back of his throat as he eyes got wide.

"Don't you dare say that. This is not like Dru. I promised myself never again... Just shut the fuck up!" he screamed in a quiet voice.

"Fuck you," he snarled. "Angelus.. Hello? Hello!"

"Stupid bloody fuck hanging the hell up on me. Well I'll show him," he yelled and started to knock the phone against the counter top. The cell phone started to dismember in his hands.

"Wanker!" was said before he flung the phone at the wall.

His hands reached for a bottle of Jack Daniels and he took a big swig. He made a face when the liquid scorched his throat.

Dawn shot a worry glance over at him.

"Want some?" he asked while drowning his anger in the bottle.

"Yeah," she agreed and eagerly taking a sip.

He wouldn't talk to her. Would hardly look at her. The blonde man would just swear under his breath a lot and have conversations with himself in his head. It made her feel lonely.

"Spike," she called, a little south of tipsy. She hadn't had as much as her counter partner had.

"Hmm?"

"Want to play a game?"

"Whatever you want, pigeon," he smirked and it reminded her that he never smiled.

"11 questions," she decided then pulled him on the floor to join her.

Licking her lips, she fiddled around with the hem of her pants. It felt overly intimate sitting across from him on the soft, red carpet, the only glow from the fire. His weight was displaced on his hands that were behind him and his feet were out in front of him, his shoes sometimes waving into each other and making a noise. Taking long drags on his cigarette, he tilted his head one way and then another way. She felt over exposed.

"I'll start," Dawn smiled and took a tiny sip from the bottle.

"What's your real name?" she asked.

"Ugh. William Adrian Faulkin," he stated with a sneer then took a deep inhale of smoke into his lungs.

"I like the name William," she commented. "How'd you get your nick name Spike?"

A cocky grin came upon his face which intrigued Dawn.

"'S a name the ladies gave me," he vaguely told her which caused Dawn to laugh.

"Who's Angelus?"

"My boss. The damned prick who told me to take you. Such a wanker!" he groaned and took another drag then chased it with a gulp of Mr. Daniels.

"What, uh, what were you guys yammering about?" She didn't know if she should ask it, but it slipped out. She bit her lip waiting for his answer.

"Wanted me to do some shit to hurry along the process. Told him I wouldn't, though. Made a big deal 'bout it. Damn git."

"Who's Dru?"

"Girl I captured while back. Became involved. We're not talking about it," he forced with an intense eye stare.

"Why did Angelus kidnap me in the first place?" she questioned with annoyed eyes.

"Personal issue between him, your sis, and your da'," he simply said.

"Angelus as in Angel? Buffy's old boyfriend!" she yelled. "That fucktard. He kidnapped me because of some relationship with my whore of a sister? Holy shit."

Anger bubbled in her head. Angel was Buffy's first "lover" and boyfriend. But, of course, once he popped her cherry, she went on to her next boy toy-Riley. This devastated Angel and in turned tried to make Buffy's life hell. They had to move out of their house because of his harassment.

"Yeah, that plus Angelus and your da' made some type of arrangement. Your da' blew it and he wouldn't pay up," he shrugged and knocked his boots again.

"I...can't think of anything else," she sighed still not believing what she just learned. "You go."

He gave her a quick glanced then nodded his head.

"Your whole name?" he said while exhaling smoke.

"Dawn Michelle Summers."

"Unique," he smirked which was retorted with a dirty look. "How are your grades in school?"

"Depends on the class, I guess. A's in English. F's in Science and Math. But, eh, it sort of evens out," she stated with a careless attitude.

"Got a boyfriend?"

"Nah. Had a 'orgasm buddy' as my friend Anya calls them, but now Andrew's off exploring his sexuality preference. I think he's going to turn gay," she laughed.

Spike choked when she mentioned her orgasm buddy, but he smoothly covered it with a cough from too much smoke.

"Turned him gay, huh? Can't be that bad in the sack," he winked.

"I'd have you know I'm great in bed. I've been known to turn gay guys straight! Thank you very much," she defended with a small pout.

"Want to prove your point? 'Think it's the only way," he grinned, his tongue behind his teeth and a tilt of the head that made Dawn melt onto the carpet.

"I'd just prove my point that I turn gay guys straight," she retaliated. A joyous smile came upon her face as she realized how shocked Spike was.

"Me? Gay? Are you out of your bloody mind? Totally straight, well if you didn't count that one time back in high school when I was baked like a soddin' cake." He shook his head out of memories and pointed a finger at the brunette in front of him. "But I'll prove it to you right now," he got on his knees and started to fiddle with his belt buckle. "I'll show you just how straight I am."

Dawn's eyes went wide as Spike unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She licked her dry lips. When he came towards her, his hands dropped to her waist and started to tickle her. Her breathing became hard and she couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. I believe you! Just stop," she giggled while pushing him off. He gave her a wicked glance and fastened himself back up.

"Offer still stands, pet," he smirked. "Anyway," he breathed. "How's your home life?"

"Don't want to talk about it," she hurried and grabbed his bottle and took a deep sip.

Giving her a nervous glance, he smothered his cigarette bud on his boot heel. He was going to do it. Right now. Tell her that he knew. Was propelled to do it. Now. Had to. Now.

"Dawn, I uh...," he started. "When I was drunk and you were smashed, I asked you the same question."

She nibbled on her bottom lip, tearing at the flesh that was there. Her heartbeat rose in her chest.

"What did I say?" she questioned, scared that she let something slip.

"Nibblet, I-I know about your da' and your mum and," he took a deep breath, "your cuts," he spoke softly.

Heat flushed to her cheeks and through her body so fast that she was sure it'd break her veins and spill on to the floor. Fingers under her shirt started to pull at the skin leaving welts. Wasn't real. Wasn't happening.

"I don't-don't know what you're talking about," she stuttered and jumped on her feet. She didn't get too far before Spike grabbed her ankle. She tumbled down to the carpet.

He brought her up into his lap and started to stroke her hair. She was comatose against his chest, hardly breathing.

"It's okay. I promise. Going to be okay."

"No it's not," she whispered onto his shoulder.

"Why don't we take you to bed?" he suggested and scooped her up into his arms.

The trip upstairs was short as he turned to go his room. She shouldn't be alone tonight, he reasoned with himself and slipped her under the covers.

Her eyes didn't even shut as her head hit the pillow, but she did nuzzle it up to his shoulder, craving warmth.


I only have one more chapter that's prewritten. And then, bam, writers block (if you can even call me a writer). I guess I'm bored with this story. I swear I have a.d.d because I have no attention span whatsoever. Anyway, I'm going to update DvsD later today, so check that out. R&R if you feel I did you well!