Two vamps, a girl, and a prophecy

Summary: What happens to Spike (and Angel) after ‘Not Fade Away.’
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
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Chapter 5

Spike was lying on the bed beside Angel, holding his wrist over the other vampire’s dry, cracked lips. “Please, Sire, you have to drink if you’re going to get better!”

Dawn felt her chest tighten painfully at the sorrow and panic on the blond vampire’s face. “Spike?” She whispered. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Startled, Spike looked up at her, then sighed and shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He murmured sadly. “He won’t feed from me, that’s why he’s not healing.”

“Why won’t he feed from you?” Dawn asked, sitting down on the other side of the bed and gazing sadly at the older vampire.

To her surprise, Angel was the one to answer her question, “Spike’s sick.” He replied, his pain filled voice barely audible. She’d thought he was still asleep, but now she realized his eyelids were burned, just like the rest of his face; he couldn’t open them, and her heart ached for him. “Doesn’t taste right. Needs to heal.”

“Bloody hell, Angel! We’ve been over this. You’re hurt much worse than I am, you git!” Spike growled. “I fed really well today on that cattle truck…just drink, will you?”

Dawn looked questioningly at Spike, and he smiled reassuringly at her.

“No,” Angel groaned. “I can taste it…” He coughed violently, and Dawn cringed, almost feeling his pain herself. Every visible inch of the vampire was covered in raw, nasty looking burns. “I can taste the poison in your blood, Will.” He whispered finally. “You’re not getting any better.”

“What poison?” Dawn demanded, looking sharply at Spike, who immediately lowered his head to avoid her gaze.

“D-dragon,” Angel murmured, turning his head slightly toward Dawn for the first time. “Dawn?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” Dawn smiled at him reassuringly, then felt like a complete moron when she remembered he couldn’t see her. “Spike’s been poisoned by a dragon?” She asked him worriedly. “Is that what happened to you?”

“Not exactly,” He whispered, tried to shrug, and then winced. “We were-” He began, before another coughing fit wracked his body. Dawn closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of him in such pain.

Spike finally seemed to pull himself together. Looking up at Dawn he muttered, “We bit off a bit more than we could chew, Pet.” When she opened her eyes he explained. “When we took on Wolfram and Hart, we managed to cut off their link to their representatives in this dimension. But they fought back. Sent an army of demons after the few of us that were still standing. Wesley and Gunn are dead. Fred…er…actually the Hell god that took over her body…is dead. Angel and I are the only ones that survived this long. But I don’t know if we’re going to make it. We should have healed by now.” His voice cracked on the last sentence, and he let out a choked sob.

Dawn’s eyes filled with tears. She couldn’t lose her best friend again; not when she just finally got him back. She’d told herself many times over the past year that if she could turn back time, she would have told him how much she loved him, and how much she missed him when he was in Africa. That she forgave him for everything that happened with Buffy. There was no way she was letting him give up without a fight now. “Why? You’re vampires! You just need more blood, right?!” Clenching her jaw determinedly, she held out her wrist. “You can have some of mine! It’s human, it’ll help! Right?”

She expected Spike to refuse, no arguments accepted. To her immense surprise and relief, he looked quickly at Angel and said, “Give it to him. He needs it more.”

“No,” Angel muttered angrily.

“It’s human blood, you stupid git,” Spike growled. “She’s right, it’ll help more than the crap we’ve been feeding on!”

Angel sighed heavily. Turning toward Dawn, he asked, “Are you sure you want to do this Dawnie?”

Nodding quickly, she moved closer and held her wrist in front of his mouth. “Please…you need it. I trust you.” She smiled encouragingly at him.

“What about Buffy?” He asked uncertainly. “She might get mad if you-”

“It’s not Buffy’s decision to make,” Dawn stated firmly. “My mind is made up. Go ahead. I trust you.” She repeated again, her voice coming out sounding almost like a low growl.

Angel’s chest hitched slightly at her words, but he immediately morphed into game face, letting out a slight whine as the change pulled at the burns on his face. Taking a deep, unneeded breath, he reached out, and gently took Dawn’s hand when she touched his fingers. Dawn tried not to flinch as he brought her wrist to his mouth, opened as wide as he could, and carefully pierced her flesh with his fangs. To her surprise, it didn’t hurt much. After the initial pinching sensation, her wrist just felt warm. As Angel began slowly drawing blood from the wound, she gasped, and he began moaning softly. Looking up at Spike, she saw that he was in game face and staring at her strangely. The longer Angel drank, the louder he moaned. “Oh God!” She gasped, looking back down at Angel, who was feeding slowly, an almost blissful expression on his face. Dawn made a point of staring at the worse of his burns to try to squelch her own growing arousal. She must be some kind of pervert, she decided scornfully.

“That’s enough Sire!” Spike growled suddenly. Whipping her head back up to look at him, she saw that he was still staring intently at her, his nostrils flaring. Ignoring him, Angel sucked hard on her wrist, and Dawn moaned softly at the resulting heat between her legs. Spike’s nostrils flared again and she suddenly realized he could smell her. He growled again, and she realized he must be angry that she was getting off on this, while poor Angel was just innocently feeding.

“Angel, stop!” She whimpered. At her words, he immediately retracted his fangs and licked the two punctures shut. Letting out a soft sigh, he smiled briefly and immediately fell asleep. Too embarrassed to look at Spike, Dawn gently ran her finger across an unburned strip of skin on Angel’s chin, then rose and left the room. As soon as she reached the hallway a wave of dizziness crashed over her, and she realized Angel had taken a lot more blood than she thought. Leaning heavily on the wall, she slowly made her way to the kitchen. As she was crossing the kitchen on wobbly legs she started to sway and let out a shriek when a cool arm suddenly wrapped around her waist.