Title: Promised
Author: KurtCouper
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Spike/Dawn Friendship, maybe more
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Summary:
Spike promised two years ago that it was her and him until the end of
the world. But Spike lied and Dawn can't seem to forget that.
A/N: This is WIP as of now. There's talk of drug use, alcohol abuse, and sex references in this fic.
A/N: This is AU. Spike is not souled nor did he rape Buffy. This is set two years from the middle-ish of season 6. He and Buffy continue to sleep together. And Dawn is a senior in high school at 18.
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Chapter 1"Looks like I've lost my will to carry on, my friend" she said
And you can hear it in my whispered cries for love
I need your blissful touch to carry me away again
So can we roll tonight, roll through your desert, can we start over and just run away
Run Away- Live
So when Buffy meant grounding, she truly means grounding. Never before in Dawn's life has a consequence ever been doled out as harsh and as strict as the one that was over her now. Normally the punishment would last a few days, or maybe even hours, until it was forgotten. But the brunette key should have realized that with the evil Kennedy constantly around Buffy, reminding the Head Slayer of Dawn's time, that life would not be easy. At the moment Dawn was doing, what seemed her tenth load of laundry amongst-at least- another ten more.
It still amazed her, though, how little she saw the scoobies and slayerettes. An apocalypse must be in the works because they seemed to be constantly away, training and researching. The brunette saw them sometimes, passed out on the bedroom floor, snoring heavily from exhaustion. It was during these times, the house quiet and still, when Dawn felt alive. She would hoard herself into her room, a handle of vodka and a neatly rolled joint in each hand. After she starts to feel good, she'd sneak out of the front door and walk boldly down the street looking for a challenge. But with the marijuana running through her system, she'd forget her reason for escaping and end up back on her front porch with a cigarette in hand.
"I need a cigarette," Dawn complained, interrupting her thoughts. Her body was jittery from her addiction, which she had off-and-oned with since before her mother died. After her death, Dawn felt too guilty, but then once her sister died, there didn't seem a point.
Groaning, the eighteen year old threw her hands into the air. She was so frustrated. "Lights and dark be damned!" she claimed before shoving in the most random pile of clothes that even set foot in a washer.
"That's not the spirit," Spike smirked as he stood languidly at the bottom of the stairs. The vampire paused a moment before he slowly stalked his way closer to her. His movements were slow, and an unknown viewer would just see this as predatory, but Dawn knew he was anxious. Nervous.
Good.
Dawn turned her body toward him and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She was not in the mood; not that she was ever in the mood for the bleached blonde wonder. "What do you want?"
The blonde vampire shrugged disinterestedly and put his body weight against a nearby beam. It was close enough to be too close for Dawn, but faraway enough for her not able to hit him. "Got babysittin' duty while the Big Sis is out," he simply said.
Infuriated, Dawn turned back to the laundry and shoved a fistful of shirts into the wash. Pouring a cupful of detergent, the brunette slammed the lid of the washer and listened happily as the noise reached her ears. She just couldn't believe Buffy. Spike? With all the SIT's and then Xander or at least Willow... but Spike. Spike?
"Goddammit!" she cursed as she kicked the washing machine.
"Go easy there, bi-," he reprimanded. And she threw him a deadly look. He wasn't allowed to call her his niblit, bit, or bite sized anymore. It was the first thing she had gotten straight with the abandoning vampire when he started to act chummy with her months ago. He also wasn't allowed to be her friend-ever.
"Look, Dawn" Spike said, emphasizing her name delicately, but it didn't seem to placate her in any sense. "I know-"
Dawn angrily braced the washer and breathed deeply through her lungs. She really didn't understand what he didn't just get. The ex-key had threatened him with lighting him on fire if he had ever talked to her again. Did the bastard listen? No.
Maybe she should go get her Zippo.
"I don't fucking care," she slipped out, her eyes shut from the headache that was sneaking upon her. Maybe it was just his presence that sent her brain into a throbbing mass of gray matter. Or maybe she just needed to get the hell out of there.
He just didn't get it, didn't understand why she was infuriated. And how hard was it to understand abandonment replaced with hardcore fucking of her older sister? And how dare he even think he can start a conversation with her. After everything...
"You don't get to talk to me anymore," Dawn spit, her mouth set to steel and her eyes cold and harsh. Spike cocked his head; eyes squinted, and opened his mouth. She shook her head and threw up her hands. "Don't even look at me or... or...matter of fact, don't even think of me." Her hands were shaking, her body numb. She couldn't think properly. All she wanted to do was get out. Get out of this confining basement and the presence of Spike. Get out of this confining town so she could finally breathe.
Turning to leave the stagnant atmosphere, Dawn was stopped by the chilled hand of Spike gripping her wrist. There was a distinct pressure that he exhorted on her arm. Her head whipped around, hair flying, and she stared him dead in the eyes.
"Don't ever touch me again."
As he quickly released her wrist as if she burned him, Dawn stared at her offended arm. A frost-like cold lingered deep in her tissues, almost seeming to the bone. The brunette could faintly see the ghostly outline of his thin fingers settled into her skin. His touch never used to be that cold, she realized. Never used to be chill her insides and make her skin pucker with goose bumps.
Thinning her lips, Dawn slowly turned her focus upwards. To actually take him in for the first time. She must have grown in the years that he wasn't talking to her, when she must have gotten that invisible disease, because she only had to tilt her head up a mere degree to see his face. She remembered times before That Summer when he would promise her that she wasn't evil and embrace her tight and her head reached his chest and she could breathe him in. His eyes were glazed over, looking slightly past her. But they were different as well. Not as bright, his cerulean eyes almost seemed dull. Lifeless. His platinum hair was longer than she remembered it ever being before with dark roots on top of that. Even his skin had a sallow tinge to it. Face gaunt, his body mirrored it. His clothes hung loosely on his body. He looked blatantly bad, and dare she even say, old.
The brunette was mildly shocked at the appearance of her ex-vampire friend. And it disturbed her. Deeply. Catching his ghostly eyes, the two made a contact that she wasn't ready for. His lips faded into a furrowed frown. Needing to get out for the second time in nearly five minutes, Dawn turned to leave and was thankful that he didn't stop her. She didn't even glance back as she closed the basement door behind her with finality that she wasn't sure if she meant.
It was a quick return to her room as she anxiously paced on the carpet. Her skin itched in a way that she wasn't sure she's ever experienced. Deep down in the marrow of her bones, she felt something. What, she didn't know, but she felt it and it was all Dawn could do not to tear her skin off.
"Feels like a bad trip," Dawn muttered to herself as she tried to breathe. But she knew there was nothing in her system because the last time she took shrooms was at least two months ago. "Hmmm..."
Not bothering to even shut her door as she jetted out of her room, Dawn raced down the stairs to the front door. Not even thinking twice about grounding or Spike or rules or anything, she excited the house.
I hope you guys really enjoy this. Dawn is this way because, well, this is where I am in my life right now.Dawn reflects me and this helps me to get it out. So sorry if it's OoC. Read and Review! 3KC
