"Spike if you don't let me down" Dawn threatened. He noticed a deadly cold glint in her eye that she never possessed before.

"Or what luv, not exactly' fraid' of you pet" He replied with a smirk, She wiggled some more in his arms trying to get down but it was useless. She accepted defeat and let him carry her outside the club, and only then when they were past the pack of dogs that kept staring at her inside the club, did he let her down. "See, now you can prove to me that you ave' walkin' skills"

Dawn just started walking away from him down the deserted ally. Spike rolled his eyes, as she was obviously proving her walking skills. He found himself starring at her perfectly round leather clad ass as she swayed her hips, and he found himself again shaking dirty thoughts from his head as his pants because more uncomfortable.

"Luv, don't be like that" He yelled as he ran to catch up to her when she turned down another street with out so much as looking behind her to see if he was following. His niblit had attitude. "Luv, were you eadin'?" He asked as he pulled out another smoke, lit it and blew rings into the dark.

"Home" She replied quietly walking a little bit faster, hugging her coat to herself when a gust of ice cold wind hit them. Spike shed his duster and draped it over her shoulders, she gave him a dark glance but didn't hand the coat back. Spike took this as a sign that they were again on some sort of agreeable ground with each other again.

"You live close to ere?" He asked blowing more rings into the night as he stayed in step with her, no matter what turns she took or how fast she walked. She didn't answer him, just kept walking like she was in a trance. The only sign of life from her was when she turned, grabbed his cigarette, took a long drag and handed it back. Other then that they continued to walk in silence.

Flash Back

Dawn awoke in a large bed, surrounded by bright lights and loud beeps that were causing her to get a headache. She sat up slowly to see bandages around both of her wrists, and lots of Tubs running in and out of her body.

"A hospital, I hate hospitals" She grumbled and tossed away the thin excuse for a bed sheet and slipped her feet onto the cold tile floor. She took in a deep breath and looked around her. She was in a private room, alone.

"Great" She mumbled mostly to herself, and started taking out the IV's, each one she removed with a hiss. Standing slowly she made her way to the closed door and peered our the window, seeing no one in the hall she opened the door and headed out.

"Excuse me" A nurse called as she walked past the front desk towards the exit doors. Dawn let out a exasperated sigh and turned to the red head in the white uniform that was coming towards her. "You can't just leave"

"It's my eighteenth birthday" She said in a low sad voice.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you" The nurse asked again, placing a arm on her shoulder intent on directing her back to her room.

"I'm an adult today, I can leave if I want to" Dawn stated more sternly, shrugging off the nurses hand. Instead of trying to redirect her to her room again she asked her to follow her to the counter.

"Name please" The young nurse asked with a small smile.

"Dawn" She replied, when the nurse gave her a expecting look, she repeated again "Dawn Summers" The nurse went threw the files until she found Dawns and started to flip to the most recent doctor's records. She gave a quick glance at Dawn, who was leaning against the counter expectantly, then paged the doctor.

"Yes Nurse, what did you..." The tall black man stopped in his tracks when he noticed who was waiting in a chair by the desk. He walked briskly towards the nurse and explained that Dawn was under suicide watch and couldn't be permitted to leave the hospital. The nurse nodded placing the file back in its place and picked up the phone to call security. The Doctor walked over to the girl.

"Hello miss Summers, I'm Doctor Eugene, I'm afraid I'm going to have to escort you back to your room, you are under surveillance for a few days and will be checked out to Rupert Giles, until then you need to come with me" He said as if talking to a fragile child. Dawn rolled her eyes.

"I'm not suicidal" The doctor nodded his head in fake agreement, not saying anything. "Really, I'm not, See I accidentally fell in the bathroom, and our tub has a sharp metal rounding for the sliding glass doors we have on it" The doctor stopped his walking and she stopped as well continuing her story. "I put my hands out to stop me and I ended up cutting both my wrists" Doctor Eugene gave her a suspicious glance, but turned to the nurse.

"Hand her the checkout papers to sign" Then he turned back to Dawn "You realize you will be checking out against my orders" She nodded her head and he narrowed his eyes "You realize the only reason I'm letting you out the doors is because your family said there was a accident in the bathroom, I placed you on suicide watch because both your wrists were cleanly cut"

He gave her another knowing look as he handed her the clipboard to sign a few release papers and waivers.

"But seeing as they didn't say if they thought it was a suicide attempt or what exactly happened, and that your now a legal adult, I have no legal grounds to force you to stay" The doctor finished, accepting back the signed papers and his pen.

He watched with a sad eye as the teen walked out the doors into the night, still in nothing but her jeans and the hospital robe. He shook his head sadly and went back to his work.

Dawn just kept walking aimlessly in the cold night air, it was a little foggy but she wasn't worried. She let a small smile grace her lips when she thought how easily Sunnydale officials, doctors or otherwise could be so easily fooled and nieve.

End Flashback

Dawn made another turn down an ally until she hit a metal door sitting hidden next to a trash ben. She pulled out a single silver key and forced it into the lock and shoved the door open violently. She stepped inside and Spike followed forcing the rusty metal door shut behind him.

"So this is were you live" Spike said slowly, eyeing the cracked walls that had mold growing in some corners. It was one big square room, with a small door off its hinges that lead to a toilet and rusty tub. She had a large bed sitting off to one site without a bed frame, and boxes that made a night stand holding a wind up clock. A old dresser was on the other side with a few shoes sitting next to it and a bar going diagonally to hold up things that required a hanger.

"Beat's paying rent" Was her only reply as she shed the leather coat he had given her and the one she owned placing it on a hanger and on the scratched up silver pipe. She unlaced her stilettos and slid them off placing them next to some leather knee high boots and black converse.

Spike continued looking around, taking note of the small section with a beat up couch that was well past it's expiration date, a dusty carpet cutout serving as a center rug, and some cinder blocks holding up a plywood board that had a decent T.V. sitting on it. A beat up radio underneath it with a pile of CD's next to it.

"Decent Luv" He stated solemnly. She grabbed a pair of pajama pants and a spaghetti strap top from her dresser and closed the door to the bathroom as best she could. When she emerged, the vampire was laying on her bed reading a newspaper that had red circles around help wanted classifieds. He barged up to him and snatched the paper away. Folding it up and setting it under her clock.
"No need to get angry with me luv, you need a job I can understand that" She sat down nest to him and gave a heavy sigh, Spike saw the warren out features her body gave out and he took her into his arms. At first she protested but she easily gave in and rested her head on his shoulder as he rubbed circles on her stomach.

She started to doze off when he said something but she didn't quite catch it.

"What?" She asked quietly. Spike gave a small chuckle.

"I said, ave' you eaten a decent meal recently" Spike repeated. She shook her head, and sat up a bit in his grasp repositioning her body to be able to look at him.

"I mostly go to a small scale restaurant and order, then walk out without paying" She said sincerely. "I just moved here a week ago, so I'm still looking for a decent job as a waitress, or nightclub hostess, something that will pay for a small refrigerator, coffee pot, microwave, toaster and food" She said with a small smile. Spike nodded his head in agreement and understanding. Noting that she had indeed changed drastically over the years.

"Why did you move ere'?" Spike asked, curious. "I doubt it twas' cuz of Martigra" He added with a small laugh. She let a small laugh escape her mouth as well and he hugged her closer.

"Well" She began slowly. "Buffy had a list of places she always wanted to visit in her diary, Iv been to most of them, cept for the out of country ones, this was just another one on her list" She said getting again that far away look in her eye as she thought of her sister, it had been 6 years she realized since her sister had died.

"Ave' you gone back" Spike asked slowly "You know, to visit er' grave?" He finished softly, she tensed in his arms for a moment, then again relaxed. She didn't answer the question and he took it as a no. They sat in complete silence for a moment, the only sound was her steady breathing and heartbeat. He laid his head atop of hers, actually feeling sorrow for the girl in his arms. He had felt similar heartache and pain before.

"You'll be aright pet" He said quietly, stroking up and down her arm softly.

Flash Back

Dawn snuck into her house from the upstairs window, with the same tree that her sister used to use to sneak out of the house when she was younger, and still alive. Seeing no one awake she pulled out her green duffle bag and started throwing clothes into it. when her Duffle bag was stuffed full she pulled out her book bag and dumped the contents on her bed, filling it with things she would need as well.

Then she changed out of the hospital robe, grabbed some extra cash she had saved up and stuffed it into her pocket. She tossed the duffle bag out the window to land on the hard ground. Wincing when it hit a bush, worried that Willow or Tara would wake up.

When she got halfway out the window she pulled back. Glancing around her room with tears in her eyes. She couldn't stay, didn't want to stay. She went back into her room and took one of the binders she had dumped out of her backpack, grabbed a pen from her desk and started to write a note to the others.

To the Gang,

Sorry to leave so suddenly. I can't stay. I love you all.

Dawn

Satisfied she left the note on the desk for the others to easily find. Then climbed down the window, threw her duffle bag strap over her shoulder and started off towards Sunnydale train station. The walk there was long and lonely, no vamp appearance tonight. Maybe they were all out at some party celebrating the slayers death. That thought made bile rise in her throughout but she swallowed the acidly taste back down and continued walking with new found determination.

When she finally reached the station, a few ray's of light were peaking over the horizon. She walked up to the teller who had just opened the ticket counter pulled out two of her larger bills and placed them on the synthetic counter top, pushing them closer to the fat old man running the computer.

"Were to?" He asked in a voice that made her feel dirty.

"As far as that will get me" She said, a bitterness in her voice. The man ran the counterfeit pen over the two fifty's to make sure they were real, and Dawn found that simple action in Sunnydale ironic. The fat man punched a few keys on the computer, then handed her a receipt and envelope with her ticket inside. "Thanks" She said offhandedly, walking to sit outside to wait for her train that was to arrive any second.

She opened the envelope and took out the small ticket that read Phenix, Arizona. Not what she had in mind, but for now it would do. Just as she place the small paper back in it's holder the train pulled up to the station.

The conductor took her bags and helped her on, she gave a grateful smile and took a seat in one of the seats that had a table in front of it. Looking anywhere but out the window she silently said goodbye to her old life as she felt the train and her body start to move forward, a single tear slipping past her barriers.

End Flashback

Spike stroked her hair as she stared off into no were. He realized that she did this off and on, and he was curious to ask what went on in that mind of hers when her eyes got that glazed over look. But he thought it better not to ask.

"What do you miss the most Spike?" She asked suddenly. In a calm hushed voice. Spike thought about the question for a few moments.

"What da' ya' mean luv?" He genuinely asked, in the same hushed tones she had used.

"About Sunnydale, what do you miss about Sunnydale?" She asked again, this time her hand started tracing circles on hand resting around her waist. The first real continuous movement she had made since he first had her in his arms. That was if you didn't count her need to breath.

"Cor pet, tha' a tuff question to ask a bloke" he said seriously, and continued to think about it while she awaited his answer patiently, still rubbing soft slow circles on his hand with the tips of her fingers.

"I guess I'd have to say the drama, twas' always somtin' goin' on at any given moment. Aways a fight or prophecy or sometin to that effect. Avn't been in a honestly good fight in a few years" And Spike always counted a Honestly good fight to be one he wasn't sure if he was going to win or not, something that was going to pose a challenge for him.

"I miss a lot" She said in reply quietly. He nodded knowingly. And suddenly she turned in his arms facing him, her face inches from his. She searched his eyes for something, then she slowly leaned closer to his ear. "I missed you" She whispered lightly before placing a feather light kiss under his ear. Spike's hands squeezed her body harder for a millisecond.

She moved one of her legs over his lap so she was straddling him, but didn't put sit down or put any of her weight down on him, she ran her hands softly up his arms, her head tilted to the side she studied her own hands movements from his arm, to his neck and up into his soft bleached hair. Spike studied her face as she did this, noticing the solemn and almost lazy look on her face.

She ran her hands a few times through his locks, watching how his hair moved under her touch. Then she met his blue eyes again, still searching for something. Then she moved forward tentivly, slowly setting her weight down on him. Spike ran his hands up and down her waist curious to see what she was going to do.

Then she closed her eyes and kissed him with a pent up passion. It had been so long since she had been with a man, she grated her hips into his pelvic bones. Something in her changed with that first kiss. She parted her lips and seeked entrance into his mouth with her toung which he quickly granted.

Holding her closer to his body he relished in her warmth, in her passion. Her hands seemed everywhere and her movements were deliberate, Her hips were driving him mad grinding into him the way they were, almost as if she was dancing.

She only pulled back from the kiss when she needed to breath, moving her mouth down his chin to his neck, nipping, licking, sucking and kissing seemingly all at the same time. Her hands were petting, grazing, clawing, scratching, and exploring just as eagerly as her mouth was. When she reached his pant line, she tugged his black shirt out of his jeans letting her hands explore his cool skin underneath.

He moaned when he felt her warm hands on his cold skin, and growled in pleasure when he felt her bite down on his jugular hard enough to make a impression of teeth marks and leave a small bruise. He bucked his hips up and started to remove her thin shirt. She raised her hands granting his request.

She was beautiful, she was fastly becoming his new goddess. With her insights and grace. Her hard outer core, but soft inner self. She was a minx of a lover, and a hell of a woman. He wanted all of her, not just her body, but all of her.

Redemption for two comes in many forms.

"What do you think your doing" She demanded.

"Ganna kiss you all over first sweetness" He just chuckled when she tried to pull him up were she really wanted him by his hair, and when that didn't work tried to pull her leg away. Giving up she fell back onto the bed and squirmed in frustration.

"Spike...Please" She panted spreading her legs just a little bit more. But he ignored her kissing around were she wanted him most and all over her belly

"Bloody Hell!" He said shocked, she bit hard enough to draw blood, and it wasn't that he didn't like it, it felt bloody amazing to him, turned him on even more, and made him harder if possible. "Cor' love, impatient little thing" He grinned down at her as she glared up at him.

Later that night or early that morning.

He collapsed on top of her. And it felt good to have his weight resting fully on her, she kissed his temple, her breathing hard, and a hand stroking his middle back softly. They stayed like that for a few moments joined together, neither wanting to move.

"You taste wonderful luv" He said in passion spent tones. "Maybe a bit more foreplay next time" He said with a small laugh in his voice.

"Kissing me all over was enough foreplay this round" she said sarcastically, but lightheartedly.

He rolled off her, and pulled her into his embrace, his cool body a deep contrast to her overly hott one. She rested her head against his chest giving the bare skin a small kiss.
Completely sated, she fell asleep in his arms.

Smiling down at her he flung the covers over them and laid his head down rest after giving the top of her head a light kiss.

"Night Luv"
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R & R lemme know if you like it so far

A/N: The above scene was severly edited for content…sorry if it still has to much but I deleted like five full pages…and its hard connecting those scenes so the end of this chapter might not run as smoothy as the original… Silly Fanfic net rules.