Title: Dawn of the Son

Author: Spichik453

Chapter 2

Dawn took a deep breath. When the seventh neck wound came in this week, this time dead, Dawn knew it was time to call the Scoobies. Seattle wasn't known to be a vampire hot spot. There was the occasional vampire death, but all in all, they did not show up at the hospitals, and not in Sunnydale type of numbers. But with the increase of the "Barbecue Stabber" victims, as the media had chosen to rationalize the incidences (so named from the two pronged barbecue utensil), and the media frenzy surrounding them, Dawn found herself having less and less time to call them. She had been going for almost 40 hours when her resident handed her a chart and told her to suture the man in curtain three. Dawn grabbed the chart, and pulled back the curtain.

"I'm Dr. Summers." Dawn said, introducing herself. The man sat up. Blood covered his skull. "What happened here?"

"Just a fight." He said, nonchalantly.

"Just a fight?" Dawn asked, suspicious, looking over the history that the nurse had taken.

He winced a little as Dawn pushed hair aside. "Well yeah."

"What cut your head?"

"I'd rather not say."

"I have to know to treat you. If it was the type of thing that could leave the wound dirty or little pieces, I should know."

The man thought about it for a minute. "A smooth stone."

"Could you be a little less vague?" He did not say anything. Dawn looked down at the chart as she grabbed the sutures. "Alright Mr. Varjack since you're not going to tell me, I guess I'm going to have to do a through check."

"Jake."

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Jake. Call me that. And if checking my head thoroughly is what it takes for me to be vague, then by all means, prod away." Dawn just rolled her eyes. Normally if someone was being like that, she would assume that they were drunk. But Jake did not seem to be that way. Looking at his eyes, oh his crystal blue eyes, Dawn could see he had not had a drink. And upon looking at him further, she realized that she liked the way that his slightly shaggy light brown hair curled around his face. She liked the way his face looked when he smiled as he said his name. Dawn quickly shook such thoughts aside as she finished the stitching his head.

"Summers, when you're done here, we have another BBQ in trauma three." A nurse said poking her head in on the curtain.

"Almost done." Dawn promised.

"BBQ, is that what you guys are calling the vampire bites?" Jake asked.

Dawn did not really think about what he said. "Yeah well, you know vamps and the media. Barbecue Stabber is better than vampire." It was as she said vampire a second time that she realized what she said. "How do you know they're vampires?" She said, eying him.

Jake smiled, and returned the question.

Dawn liked the smile, but stood up. She had said too much. Bringing vampires into the mixture was just a bad sign, and this Jake guy seemed to know too much. Did he come to her just because he knew that she knew about what went bump in the night? "Stop by the desk, they'll have information on how to um, take care of your, um, cut." Dawn said a little bit flushed. She walked out of the curtain and into trauma room three. Not that it mattered. This man was already dead by the time that Dawn got there.

Instead of sticking around to help clean up or determine anything they could about her death, Dawn turned around and went into a broom closet and took her cell phone out of her pocket.

"Slayers R Us. You want a vamp dead, then let us know." Xander answered, fully knowing whom he was talking to.

Dawn smiled. Xander always was like a brother to her. "Hey Xander."

"So Dawny finally calls us about the vampires in Seattle." He said. Even over the phone she could hear his smile. Maybe there was still a little bit of her childhood crush left in her.

"Yeah. Sorry. When they start stacking up, they keep me working more."

"I hear ya. So what do you have?"

"Frequent vampire bitings. I mean I think just in the past six days we've had the same number we had all year. And its weird. They're being left alive. Barely, but enough that we've been able to save all but three. And the ones that are dead aren't all vampified."

"Hmm..." Xander thought on it for a moment. "Any thing else strange?"

Dawn thought about it for a minute. There were the dreams. They're becoming more realistic. She can now feel the grass underneath her feet as she runs through the cemetery. She can read the names on the graves, just like Buffy used to tell her she could do to freak her out about going patrolling. And her mom. She can smell her mom's perfume now. "Well," Dawn started.

"Creepy dreams involving the good old Sunnydale cemetery, a beasty and your mom?" Xander offered.

"How do you do that!"

Xander's voice got serious. "Buffy has been having the same dream."

Dawn did not know whether she was relieved or further freaked out. "Xander, what does this mean? And how did you know that we were having the same dream?"

"Willow."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Wait, why would Willow know?"

"She sensed that you and Buffy were linked. Something about you guys having the same blood."

Dawn shifted her weight for a moment. She did not know what to think. "Xander, what does this all mean?"

"It means we're on our way."

"What?"

"See you shortly Dawn." Xander said, right before hanging up. Dawn just looked at the phone more confused than ever.