A New Dawn
Chapter 2
Disclaimer:
All characters belong to Joss Whedon and
Mutant Enemy. I’m just playing with them
for awhile.
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Chapter
2
Dawn ran through the darkness blindly, the
trees seemed to be reaching out for her as she struggled on.
ground flashed into her head once again and a loud sob tore from her
throat.
The next moment the
ground seemed to give way under her feet and she went tumbling down.
“Now what’s a sweet
little piece like you doing out in the middle of the night.”
Dawn screamed as a
cold hand wrapped around her throat and pulled her up, she stared into the
yellow eyes of the vamp as she dazedly watched his sharp fangs descend towards
her neck.
Dawns knee came up
sharply hitting the vampire viciously between the legs, he let her go abruptly
as he cradled his injured privates “You little bitch!”
and racing towards town once again. She
seemed to be running blindly through the streets, however every now and then
Spike’s voice would sound clearly in her mind ‘Go right here. Cut through the
park. Left here’ Dawn paid no attention to the darkened houses around her
until she came to
Dawn’s footsteps
sounded like drums as she ran up the pavement ‘Almost there’ she thought and began to slow down.
towards the house, knowing that the vamp was not far behind her.
She took the front steps in two large
strides and began pounding on the door; fear strengthened her blows as she
franticly tried to gain the attention of the homes occupant.
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Joyce hurried down the stairs, the frantic
pounding waking her from a restful night.
As she neared the door she could hear the sounds of someone’s pleas for
help. Buffy had warned her about opening
the door to strangers at night; however the ‘girls?’
terrified cries seemed to pierce her heart. ‘Ok
if it’s a vampire they can’t get in without an invite and if it’s a demon
they’ll break down the door eventually.’
open the door to face whatever was out there.
Dawn could feel the vamp getting closer as
she renewed her assault on the door, at the first sound of heavy boots landing
on the wooden porch she spun round to face her attacker.
fighting stance as her eye’s desperately searched the darkened porch for
something to use as a weapon. Just as
the vamp began moving forward the door behind her swung open and Dawn fell
through with a small squeal.
The vamp roared in fury as his prize
tumbled out of his grasp.
Joyce looked down in surprise at the
sobbing young girl who she now held in her arms.
and slammed the door shut, a small laugh escaping as she caught the shocked
look on the vamps face as the door had swung closed.
“Shhh
back gently as she tried to soothe the shaking girl, as she looked into her
tear filled eyes and took note of the myriad of scratches that marred her face,
Joyce felt an overwhelming rush of protectiveness.
o:p>
“You come and sit here and I’ll get you
something to drink” Joyce drew her into the living room and settled her onto
the sofa, pulling a small throw rug around her shoulders.
else?”
“HHot
deeply into the blankets and studied the slayers mother.
Joyce smiled gently “Hot Chocolate it is.”
Joyce filled the kettle and put it on to
boil before she moved to the phone “Gile’s its
Joyce. Is Buffy still there?
she waited for the sound of her daughter’s voice.
“Buffy you need to come home.
I have a young girl here, a vamp attacked her.
chocolate, grabbing the bag of mini marshmallows as an after thought.
Joyce sat the cup on the coffee table
tossing the bag of marshmallows beside it; she turned to speak to the girl,
only to see her transfixed by the bag.
“What’s the matter sweetie, don’t you like them?” she sat down beside
her and fussed with the blanket across her shoulders “You don’t have to have
them, I only keep them because a …. friend ….
surprise when the girl darted forward and grabbed the bag, before curling up on
the sofa and sobbing loudly.
Dawn clutched the small plastic bag as
memories hit her.
‘The
Slayer’s mum, Joyce, she’s a top bird’ Spike had
smiled affectionately as he spoke of the Slayers mother ‘Always ready with a hot cuppa and a willing ear.
chocolate with these little marshmallows init.’
Spike a hot chocolate that night he had stoically drunk the lukewarm lumpy
concoction she had offered him, stating that soon she would be giving Joyce a
run for her money when it came to hot chocolaty drinks.
Dawn had loved him even more after
that.
“Mum” Buffy stopped as she saw her mother
sitting on the sofa, a small form huddled under a rug and sobbing heartbrokenly
beside her.
“Buffy was the….” Joyce trailed of as she
noticed the others follow Buffy in.
“Dust” stated Buffy as she moved towards
the sofa “And who’s this?”
Joyce stared at the girl beside her “I
don’t know, all I’ve managed to get out of her so far is hot chocolate.”
“Quite understandable really” said Giles
“She’s most likely in shock”
Dawn started to quiet down as strange
voices began to make their way through the sound of her sobs.
for a few minutes before throwing herself at her and wrapping her arms around
her throat. “Please” she begged “You have to get him back.
Buffy stared down at the girl in confusion
“Who? Sweetie you have to calm down and
tell
stroke the girl’s hair “Who do I have to save?”
Dawn sat back slightly “Spike!
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Spike felt a sharp boot digging into his
ribs “Shit Riley he’s still awake. We
hit him with enough juice to knock out an elephant”
Spike felt another presence move towards
him “Nah he’s fine, paralysed. He won’t
be any trouble”
Spike gave a sigh of relief, he had been
worried that they would knock him out before he knew if Dawn was safe or not.
As soon as Dawn had started to run Spike
had extended his senses, sending her messages when he had picked up on
danger. When he finally realised that
she was safe he had allowed himself to succumb to unconsciousness.
Spike woke up in a stark white room; his
body felt like it was on fire, his limbs ached and burned.
giving up in frustration he focused on the white tiles that covered the roof of
his prison.
He started in surprise when he heard a loud
buzzing sound and saw one of the roof tiles swing open, a bag of blood dropping
to the floor.
Spike lay still, his eyes fixed on the bag
just out of his reach, he tried to move an arm out towards it, biting down on
his lip in pain as he concentrated on his task.
After what seemed like hours Spike finally
managed to grab hold of the corner of the blood bag and began to pull it
towards him. The burning sensation was
finally starting to abate and Spike was able to pull himself up into a
corner. Exhausted he left the bag resting
on his chest as he gathered the strength to lift it to his mouth.
During his attempt to get hold of it he had
managed to tear a small hole in the bag.
Blood was slowly seeping into his shirt “Bloody hell” he muttered to
himself. After awhile the smell of the
blood started to get too much for Spike’s demon so he lifted his arm to grab
the bag once more. Thankfully it no
longer felt like he was being jabbed by a thousand needles every time he moved,
just as the bag reached his mouth Spike suddenly tossed it aside. “Fuck” at the
last minute Spike had noticed the underlying scent of drugs.
against the wall as he tried to push his hungry demon back down.
After a few minutes Spike heard the sound
of his cell door opening and opened his eyes to see one of his captors
approaching him. A
square metal box in his extended hand.
“You just have to do things the hard way”
the figure said as he pressed the box against Spikes neck and sent a pulse of
electricity through him, once again sending Spike into unconsciousness.
“Ok guys come and get him.” Riley kicked
the unconscious vamp in the ribs “Professor Walsh wants this one down in
experimental”
Two men joined him in the room and helped
to man handle Spike onto a gurney.
Riley looked down at Spike in disgust “I
don’t know why we keep these animals alive” he sent another electric shock
through the vampires prone body, laughing as his muscles jerked in response.
“Come on Riley” one of the men stopped him
before he could shock Spike again “Walsh won’t be happy if you mess him up too
much.” He looked down at the body before him, sympathy flashed briefly in his
eyes before he covered it “anyway aren’t you meant to be out looking for that
girl the vamp was with?”
Riley slapped the man on the back “Yeah
Graham I am. Pretty little thing she was
too.” Riley gave him a sly smile “I’m
really looking forward to bringing that one in.”
Riley strode out of the room as he went to
suit up and look for the pretty little brunette who had escaped.