The Blossoming Dawn
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Dawn/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
20,858
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.
The Blossoming Dawn--Chapter Three
He knew it was wrong. He screamed it in his head, everything told him it was wrong that he shouldn’t be there ogling the slayer’s little sister. Shouldn’t stare at her as she undressed, that his eyes shouldn’t travel up the line of her body, her long legs, firm breasts with tiny rosebud nipples, her succulent ass…
He clenched his fists in frustration. He shouldn’t be there!
If Buffy caught him then she’d murder him and if Dawn saw him…guilt flooded him. What would she do? Would she scream? What would she think if she saw him there in the shadows his eyes glued to her, watching her every movement as she undressed unaware of his presence. Things would never be the same—could never.
Buffy would pulverize him and Dawn—what would Dawn do? He shuddered involuntarily somehow the thought of how Dawn would react worried him more then how The Slayer would.
Would she scream or cry?
His jaw tightened and he gritted his teeth at the thought of Dawn in tears.
Her face was too perfect, angelic—too sweet and beautiful to be stained by tears he thought.
He moved back behind the tree and slammed his fists on the thick trunk of it in frustration. He had to stop thinking about her, had to stop watching her. He couldn’t be obsessed with her—couldn’t want her.
She was the slayer’s kid sister, but he knew he would come again. He knew he would hide in the shadows again and stare longingly at the angel he could never have. That he would never have.
His chest ached at the thought of only being able to watch her, to hide and stare at her like some perverted loser. A wistful smile came to his lips and he sighed and slowly walked away turning to glimpse her once more.
He would always be hiding, always be trapped in the dark only allowed to look at the light. The light of his sweet angel, his beautiful little nymph that hypnotized him, he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag and spoke aloud to himself, low and sad, ‘my little bit.’ He sighed once more and walked slowly away his duster trailing out behind him, sorrow filling his body mingled with overpowering lust and desire—desire and need for something he could never have.
‘Always love’s bloody bitch’ he thought as he took another drag of his cigarette the ember of it a tiny fading light in the darkness.
He clenched his fists in frustration. He shouldn’t be there!
If Buffy caught him then she’d murder him and if Dawn saw him…guilt flooded him. What would she do? Would she scream? What would she think if she saw him there in the shadows his eyes glued to her, watching her every movement as she undressed unaware of his presence. Things would never be the same—could never.
Buffy would pulverize him and Dawn—what would Dawn do? He shuddered involuntarily somehow the thought of how Dawn would react worried him more then how The Slayer would.
Would she scream or cry?
His jaw tightened and he gritted his teeth at the thought of Dawn in tears.
Her face was too perfect, angelic—too sweet and beautiful to be stained by tears he thought.
He moved back behind the tree and slammed his fists on the thick trunk of it in frustration. He had to stop thinking about her, had to stop watching her. He couldn’t be obsessed with her—couldn’t want her.
She was the slayer’s kid sister, but he knew he would come again. He knew he would hide in the shadows again and stare longingly at the angel he could never have. That he would never have.
His chest ached at the thought of only being able to watch her, to hide and stare at her like some perverted loser. A wistful smile came to his lips and he sighed and slowly walked away turning to glimpse her once more.
He would always be hiding, always be trapped in the dark only allowed to look at the light. The light of his sweet angel, his beautiful little nymph that hypnotized him, he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag and spoke aloud to himself, low and sad, ‘my little bit.’ He sighed once more and walked slowly away his duster trailing out behind him, sorrow filling his body mingled with overpowering lust and desire—desire and need for something he could never have.
‘Always love’s bloody bitch’ he thought as he took another drag of his cigarette the ember of it a tiny fading light in the darkness.