Two vamps, a girl, and a prophecy
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
4,516
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two vamps, a girl, and a prophecy
Summary: What happens to Spike after ‘Not Fade Away.’
Rating: NC-17 explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some bad language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
Archive? : Ask me first.
Beta: Thanks to Sharonrodliffe for working on my first few chapters!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore. If I was making any money off of this, I would own a much better laptop!!!
Chapter 1
Dawn happily settled down in the huge, comfy bed of the hotel room she’d secretly reserved weeks earlier to celebrate her official entrance into adulthood. She was finally finished with high school; and in a few short months, she would be done with Rome, and the altogether unfriendly Italian teenagers who infested the damn place. The last obstacle, her tedious graduation ceremony, had finally ended half an hour ago, and now she was ready for a night of relaxation. Buffy and Xander thought she was safely ensconced at the home of an imaginary friend, Isabella. Room service goodies were scattered over the warm, fluffy down comforter, and she was just reaching for a huge ice cream sundae…in a glass bowl nearly the size of her head…when her cell phone rang.
“Dammit! Can’t they survive even one night without me?” She muttered, setting the gargantuan dessert back on the nightstand and hunting under the covers for the phone. One night. She had finally found a good excuse to get away from her sister and Xander for one night; hoping that maybe, just maybe they’d get a clue about their feelings for each other and do something about it…hopefully before one of them finally cracked from the stress of worrying about what would happen when Buffy and Dawn moved to London in the fall. Both of them had been moping around and snapping at everyone over the stupidest things, like shrinking a borrowed silk shirt in the wash or accidentally walking in on someone naked, for weeks now. “Can’t you survive one night without me?” She snapped into the mouthpiece, after she finally located the elusive phone, tucked into the pocket formed by the sheets at the foot of the bed. Sometimes she swore the damn thing had legs! If Rome were on a Hellmouth, she’d have bet money the thing had crawled down there on purpose.
“Dawnie?” Xander’s voice sounded kind of strange, and she immediately dropped the attitude.
“Oh God. Who died?” She gasped. “It’s…it’s not-”
“No! No, we’re fine! No major injuries…nothing a little vamp spit couldn’t fix anyway…” He let out a rather strained sounding laugh, followed by a distinct sort of sloshy/gulping sound.
Vamp spit? What the…“Are you drinking?” Dawn demanded, staring at the phone confusedly. “Where’s Buffy? Let me talk to her.”
Xander laughed again, “Oh! Sorry. It’s just orange juice. I’m down about a pint at the moment, but that’s not why I called. Really, everything is okay, and I know you’re having fun with all your friends, but we wanted to let you know right away...” Xander paused to take a breath, and Dawn realized she was holding hers.
“What is it?!” She begged. She was sure he was drawing out the suspense on purpose, to torture her. “Quit jerking me around, dammit!”
“Take it easy!” Xander chuckled. “Look, I know it sounds crazy…but, Spike showed up here tonight!”
“The First?!” Dawn gasped, cupping her hand over her mouth.
“No!” Xander rushed to reassure her. “He’s not the First.”
“Are you sure?” Dawn felt her eyes welling with tears, and fought for control. “I mean, did you…could you guys touch him?”
“Yup. Very corporeal. He helped bandage up my knuckles, after he stopped the bleeding, actually; which was a world of ick, lemme tell ya!”
“Your knuckles were bleeding? Did you hit him?! Xander!” Dawn scolded. “I can’t believe you’d hit him after what he did for us…” She paused, frowning. “Wait…did he fake that whole ‘Champion-dying-to-save-the-world’ thing? Cuz, if he did, I’m gonna hit him myself…”
Xander interrupted her, “Dawn, I didn’t hit him, and I don’t know what happened with him. He’s got Angel with him, and they must be pretty beat, because he needed Buffy to help carry Deadboy upstairs. I figured you’d want to know he’s back right away.” Dawn decided to ignore the muttered “…or we’d never hear the end of it.” that followed.
“You figured right!” Dawn smiled. The shock was wearing off, and slowly being replaced by a bubbling feeling of joy. The tears she’d managed to suppress ever since the vampire’s death finally escaped her, pouring over her cheeks and dripping from her chin. “Listen, I’ll be home as soon as possible!”
“Dawn, you don’t have to leave your friends. It’s your big day-” Xander began.
“Xander, I don’t have any friends here,” Dawn cut him off, the painful secret she’d been hiding for over a year slipping out unnoticed in her excitement. “I just want to see him. I’m coming home!” With that she flipped the phone shut, ending the call.
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Author's note: Well, this got wiped with everything else today, but it was kind of a godsend because I wasn't happy with the beginning as posted before...it was too confusing. Hopefully this is better.
Also, I have nothing against Italian teenagers...Dawn always had a bit of trouble making friends in Sunnydale, and I think that problem would hardly go away when she was stuck in the middle of a foreign country, therefore, she sees the other students there in a rather negative light.
Rating: NC-17 explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some bad language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
Archive? : Ask me first.
Beta: Thanks to Sharonrodliffe for working on my first few chapters!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore. If I was making any money off of this, I would own a much better laptop!!!
Chapter 1
Dawn happily settled down in the huge, comfy bed of the hotel room she’d secretly reserved weeks earlier to celebrate her official entrance into adulthood. She was finally finished with high school; and in a few short months, she would be done with Rome, and the altogether unfriendly Italian teenagers who infested the damn place. The last obstacle, her tedious graduation ceremony, had finally ended half an hour ago, and now she was ready for a night of relaxation. Buffy and Xander thought she was safely ensconced at the home of an imaginary friend, Isabella. Room service goodies were scattered over the warm, fluffy down comforter, and she was just reaching for a huge ice cream sundae…in a glass bowl nearly the size of her head…when her cell phone rang.
“Dammit! Can’t they survive even one night without me?” She muttered, setting the gargantuan dessert back on the nightstand and hunting under the covers for the phone. One night. She had finally found a good excuse to get away from her sister and Xander for one night; hoping that maybe, just maybe they’d get a clue about their feelings for each other and do something about it…hopefully before one of them finally cracked from the stress of worrying about what would happen when Buffy and Dawn moved to London in the fall. Both of them had been moping around and snapping at everyone over the stupidest things, like shrinking a borrowed silk shirt in the wash or accidentally walking in on someone naked, for weeks now. “Can’t you survive one night without me?” She snapped into the mouthpiece, after she finally located the elusive phone, tucked into the pocket formed by the sheets at the foot of the bed. Sometimes she swore the damn thing had legs! If Rome were on a Hellmouth, she’d have bet money the thing had crawled down there on purpose.
“Dawnie?” Xander’s voice sounded kind of strange, and she immediately dropped the attitude.
“Oh God. Who died?” She gasped. “It’s…it’s not-”
“No! No, we’re fine! No major injuries…nothing a little vamp spit couldn’t fix anyway…” He let out a rather strained sounding laugh, followed by a distinct sort of sloshy/gulping sound.
Vamp spit? What the…“Are you drinking?” Dawn demanded, staring at the phone confusedly. “Where’s Buffy? Let me talk to her.”
Xander laughed again, “Oh! Sorry. It’s just orange juice. I’m down about a pint at the moment, but that’s not why I called. Really, everything is okay, and I know you’re having fun with all your friends, but we wanted to let you know right away...” Xander paused to take a breath, and Dawn realized she was holding hers.
“What is it?!” She begged. She was sure he was drawing out the suspense on purpose, to torture her. “Quit jerking me around, dammit!”
“Take it easy!” Xander chuckled. “Look, I know it sounds crazy…but, Spike showed up here tonight!”
“The First?!” Dawn gasped, cupping her hand over her mouth.
“No!” Xander rushed to reassure her. “He’s not the First.”
“Are you sure?” Dawn felt her eyes welling with tears, and fought for control. “I mean, did you…could you guys touch him?”
“Yup. Very corporeal. He helped bandage up my knuckles, after he stopped the bleeding, actually; which was a world of ick, lemme tell ya!”
“Your knuckles were bleeding? Did you hit him?! Xander!” Dawn scolded. “I can’t believe you’d hit him after what he did for us…” She paused, frowning. “Wait…did he fake that whole ‘Champion-dying-to-save-the-world’ thing? Cuz, if he did, I’m gonna hit him myself…”
Xander interrupted her, “Dawn, I didn’t hit him, and I don’t know what happened with him. He’s got Angel with him, and they must be pretty beat, because he needed Buffy to help carry Deadboy upstairs. I figured you’d want to know he’s back right away.” Dawn decided to ignore the muttered “…or we’d never hear the end of it.” that followed.
“You figured right!” Dawn smiled. The shock was wearing off, and slowly being replaced by a bubbling feeling of joy. The tears she’d managed to suppress ever since the vampire’s death finally escaped her, pouring over her cheeks and dripping from her chin. “Listen, I’ll be home as soon as possible!”
“Dawn, you don’t have to leave your friends. It’s your big day-” Xander began.
“Xander, I don’t have any friends here,” Dawn cut him off, the painful secret she’d been hiding for over a year slipping out unnoticed in her excitement. “I just want to see him. I’m coming home!” With that she flipped the phone shut, ending the call.
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Author's note: Well, this got wiped with everything else today, but it was kind of a godsend because I wasn't happy with the beginning as posted before...it was too confusing. Hopefully this is better.
Also, I have nothing against Italian teenagers...Dawn always had a bit of trouble making friends in Sunnydale, and I think that problem would hardly go away when she was stuck in the middle of a foreign country, therefore, she sees the other students there in a rather negative light.