Even Darkness Loves

By Tenshi Noyo Ryu Taiga

Disclaimer- My birthday's come and gone, and yet, i still don't own any of it!

Chapter Two: Oh, Shit!

Dawn was sitting at a table near the stage at the Bronze. Her head was facing it, making her look like she was listening, but if you looked hard, you'd see her eyes glazed, staring off a million miles away. Well, more like four years past.

Spike. Wow, I can't believe after all the time I spent ignoring him, on my last day here, instead of thinking happy smiley thoughts, I'm thinking about Spike. Of all people! Though, in retrospect, I guess it fits. If Spike hadn't fallen in love with my sister, I would probably have never been able to get out of this hellhole. I mean, I loved him. I was fourteen and a lot more naive, but it hasn't changed in these past four years. I still, honest to Goddess, love him. But he loved Buffy. Loves. So, I surrounded myself in books, texts, work. Anything to take my mind off him. And it paid off. I'm goin' to Harvard University... and here I am, on my last day in Sunnyhell, moping.

I guess I can't blame him for choosing her. I was only fourteen. Young and inexperienced. While Buffy was pretty, strong, and experienced. She always got everything. It's not right. Buffy didn't even want him, but I did! And she just got him handed over on a silver platter.

Okay, Dawn. Now isn't the time to think about that. Pull yourself together, for Goddess' sake! He's just some guy...who I've loved for years...that's only hurt me...but it's not like I made my feelings known...not that he'd have cared...but it's not like i know that for sure...but I was only fourteen...but now I'm eighteen...but he still loves Buffy...but I don't know that. He hasn't seen her since she moved up to L.A. to "help" Angel two years ago...argh. I've gotta stop arguing with myself. It only leads to massive headaches.

Right, gotta focus. Gotta think. Last day home. What'll I do to remember the night? Finally tell Spike my feelings? NO! Bad Dawn! Okay, so I could...go see Spike? Damnit! Everything leads back to him tonight! Ooh, Spike has that shirt. Damnit, I did it again! Alright, Higher Power Who's Its, I get the hint. I can't leave Sunnydale without saying good-bye to Spike... BUT I CAN TRY!

Dawn made a mad dash to the exit, slipped through the croud and started running to wherever her legs would take her.

Can't think about Spike! Spike Bad! Can't think about him! No sir, not thinking about him! Not at all! Oh, shit.

Dawn, not one to think something and not say it, "Oh, Shit!"

Dawn's little 'running to wherever her legs took her' idea backfired. No surprise there, seeing as how it was a bit faulty to begin with, but she certainly didn't expect to be led here.

Dawn Summers, soon to be Harvard Scholar, had just run straight to Spike's crypt.

"Well, this can't be good"

"What can't?" a British drawl asked.

"Oh, Shit!"

A/N- He-he. You'll never guess who the British accent person was. I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count. Review if you think you know! If you guess right, I'll give you a cookie!

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