Dawn's still having issues at home. It ain't good. Our little Dawnie is a junkie.

Season 6ish… Tara and Willow are broken up at this point. Tara and Dawn still go on dates, Willow is a wreck, and Buffy's never home. Dawn has a boyfriend but she cheats on him with Spike. Yes, Spike knows all about Dawn's drinking and stuff, but he doesn't really care and occasionally does it with her. Spike is kind of a jackass in the story. Sorry

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It was early morning when Dawn woke up. That surprised her, especially since she had been up until the wee hours partying with her friends. She tried to get back to sleep but the sudden pain in her head made that impossible. This was the only part Dawn hated about the whole thing. The hangover. Nevertheless Dawn knew how to deal with it, and dealing with it was half the fun. She got up and walked over the mounds of sleeping teenagers to get to the kitchen. Her headache was much worse now, but she took comfort in the fact that she could still feel pain.

At first she was confused at the kitchen. It was a total mess; there were beer caps and empty vodka bottles all over the place. There were empty little plastic baggies all over the place that once held her favorite herb. All of a sudden Dawn was hit with another burst of immense pain and she fell to the ground with a thud. When she awoke again she was face down on the cold linoleum of the kitchen floor. Dawn checked the clock and saw she had been passed out for only minutes. She stood up again, quickly reached for the closest bottle of alcohol she could get, and drank slowly. She slid down on to the floor and leaned up against the counter as she felt the familiar burn of the vodka sliding down her throat. She took another gulp but this time she held the liquid in her mouth and swallowed little by little until it was gone. She then closed her eyes and waited for the pain to go away. The next thing she knew she opened her eyes and Spike was sitting in front of her.

Dawn gasped and then smiled. "You scared the shit out of me"

"Good, what the hell do you think you're doing, you told Willow you would be at Tracey's! I've been looking all over for you!" Spike said to her.

Dawn was taken aback a little. Not at the fact that Spike seemed to care about this, he was always acting more like her parent than her lover. No, she was surprised because she thought she was at Tracey's.

"Wait, Spike, what do you mean? Where the hell am I?" she asked before she could think about how he'd react.

"What do you mean where are you?" Spike yelled, "you don't even know where you are? You're such a fucking burn out." Spike regretted the words as soon as they flew out of his mouth. Dawn looked at him with her mouth wide open.

"Get the fuck out of here" Dawn said quietly. "Now!" Spike looked at her for a second before reaching for his blanket and running out of the house.

Dawn sat up and thought hard about where she could be. She paid little attention to the fact Spike had called her a burn out, and she pushed the question of why he was there in the first place out of her mind. She tried as hard as she could to remember what had happened the day before. She remembered being in class, laughing with her friends about some girl or something. The next thing she could remember, she was at her friend's place drinking vodka and doing lines of Vicodin. As hard as she tried to remember, she just couldn't get the three or four hours from Mrs. MacDougall's class to partying at her friends. That scared her a little bit, but she cured her five seconds of panic with five sips of vodka. She finished the almost empty bottle and dropped it in the garbage.

A few minutes later she felt the familiar dizziness that came along with drinking, and she started laughing. She sat up and walked into the living room full of teenagers and looked wherever she could for a clock. She found one, and it read 2:39.

"Oh shit", Dawn muttered under her breath, she had told Buffy she'd be home around lunchtime, and she was kinda screwed. She reckoned that's why Spike had come to look for her; Buffy was probably having a panic attack. Dawn stood up but stumbled and quickly fell. She burst out laughing, but tried to muffle it as to not wake up her friends. Fortunately her friends were way too drained to even think about waking up. So she sighed, pulled herself up, adjusted her clothes and checked her hair in a nearby mirror.

Dawn walked slowly. She couldn't exactly remember where she lived and she would have to stop every few minutes to try and clear her mind. She loved the excitement and the feeling that came with being drunk, but it was too hard for her to concentrate. Dawn was starting to get frustrated, but she continued on her journey and eventually wandered onto her street. She got to a house that looked familiar and walked up the three small steps that led onto her porch. She quickly popped a piece of gum into her mouth and sprayed perfume all over her body.

"Buffy?" Dawn called timidly as she stepped into her foyer. Dawn listened for an answer but none came. She took her shoes off and hung her coat on the coat rack. Dawn stumbled into her living room and sat on the couch. She looked down at the coffee table and saw a note.

Dawn,

I'm going to be gone for a few days. Willow's gone missing and I'm worried about her. I'm sure she's just off "finding herself" again. I've left you some money on the fridge incase you need anything. I asked Spike to drop by from time to time to make sure you're still alive. I should be home soon.

Love you,
Buffy

Dawn at first was pissed. How could Buffy just leave her a note, and no phone call or anything? Once Dawn started thinking about it though, it meant she had two or three days to do basically whatever she wanted. She wouldn't have to do any chores, and she could have a party. Dawn started jumping up and down but found it pretty difficult to continue doing it while drunk.

Dawn decided she'd sleep off her vodka and start off fresh that night. This would be the best night she ever forgot.