Dawn awoke stiffly. She'd kicked, screamed and scratched so hard that Voldemort had been forced to knock her unconscious after mere minutes. She tried to move, and found her wrists were shackled and chained to the stone wall. Great she thought. She was in a medieval-style dungeon, and her wand had been taken away. Still in her dress, she was freezing. She yanked at the chains, but the fixing didn't budge. A few minutes later, a figure blocked the light through the steel bars that made up the door.
"Ahh, you're awake. Good." The snake-like voice hissed. He unlocked the door and entered. "Now, Child. Are you going to be good and tell me who you are?" Dawn cocked her head to one side, thinking.
"Hmmm… no." she gave him a withering look. He flicked his wand, and Dawn felt stabbing pain all through her body. When it stopped, she hissed, "Is that all you've got?" He hit her with it again and she was quiet.
"I feel the pure energy within you! Yet you are mud-blood. Who are you? What are you?" Dawn spat on the floor. The pale wizard crouched beside her, pinching her chin between his finger and thumb. "Look, you little idiot, if you don't cooperate, you will die! Don't you see that?" Though it was hard, Dawn spoke.
"Hm, die, work with you, die, work with you… it's a hard decision, but seeing as I'd kill myself if I joined you anyway, I'll have to go with…" she screamed as the cruciatus curse traversed her body once more.
"We are not finished." Voldemort promised, and swept out of the room, leaving Dawn to lean breathless against the wall. She refused to let the tears fall, and tried to remind herself how many times she'd been in worse situations than this, and Buffy had always dealt… but Buffy wasn't here now. No one knew where she was, she didn't even know. She was alone and un-armed with the most powerful evil wizard known to man. But she forced a smile as she held her wand that she'd taken from Voldemort's robes when he held her a moment ago. Damn I'm good. She thought.
A few hours later, she heard voices in the hall. Several Death Eater's passed, followed by another who was dragging something… no, someone. It was a dark haired girl. Dawn could not see her face, but her wrists and feet were bound, and the cloaked figure dragged her by the rope at her wrists. Dawn noticed she seemed to be wearing pyjamas.
"What happened?" She heard Voldemort say.
"She refused your offer my lord."
"What? How could she?"
"She said, if I remember correctly, sire, 'screw that'."
"You told her exactly what I said? That she would have power beyond imagining? That she would have a seat at my right hand when I rule this pitiful world?"
"Yes sire. She… told us…" he paused, but under Voldemort's glare, he dared not lie. "She told us where to shove the offer, sire." Voldemort roared. Dawn could not see any of the speakers now, but she could imagine Voldemort's face. She laughed silently. I like this girl already. She decided. Dawn did not even consider why Voldemort would be offering this girl such things. Dawn heard a faint murmur that she presumed was the girl. It only now struck Dawn that she had probably been on the end of a very many cruciatus curses.
"What was that?" Voldemort hissed. Another murmur. "What? What did she say?" There was an awkward silence, then a Death eater replied,
"She said… she said, that you should remove the pole from your… ass… and stab her with it. Because she won't join you… Sire." Dawn laughed again, she could actually visualise the smoke coming from Voldemort's ears.
"Bring her through. She will change her mind." Voldemort snapped. The footsteps faded, and Dawn was utterly alone once more. She finally remembered the spell she'd been thinking of, and tried to break the chains. The little spark of red energy bounced right off them, and Dawn cursed. Apparently she was going to be here for a while. She leant her pounding head against the wall and soon fell asleep.
Dawn awoke when the barred door was opened, and the girl was dragged in. After the initial glance, Dawn closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, not wanting any trouble. From the sounds she heard, Dawns figured that the girl was chained to one wall before the Death Eaters retreated again, locking the door behind them. Dawn opened her eyes. The dark haired girl was slumped against her wall, her upper body simply hanging from the wrist shackles, the chains of which were much shorter than Dawn's. Her feet were shackled too, something Dawn had been spared. Starring at the new comer, Dawn began to get an increasing feeling of familiarity, even though the girl's hair still obscured her face. She wasn't very tall, but reasonably well built, and now she looked closer, they weren't pyjamas, but a prison uniform. She wore only the trousers, and a white vest-top. The girl shifted uncomfortably, and Dawn saw the tattoo on her right upper arm. Dawn's breath caught.
"Faith!" She gasped.
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Sorry for the short ass chapter, but I just had to leave it there cos I luv to leave u hangin'!! Hee hee, sorry. More coming soon, promise. Please review!