The Blossoming Dawn

Spike sat in his crypt the small pink book on the sofa beside him. He had not opened it yet, he was still debating whether or not to. It seemed so wrong, but he needed to so bad. He had to know everything about her, had to know her thoughts, know her words.

He opened it to the first entry:

Dear Diary

Today was pretty cool. I went to the mall with Buffy and felt kinda normal for once. It was great until I walked in on her in the dressing room. It made me sad. I wish I was as beautiful as her. I’m too tall and awkward. And my hair is so ugly and brown. No wonder Spike’s in love with her. He’d never like some dorky kid like me. God now I really am weird and awkward thinking about how I wish a vampire had a crush on me and not Buffy.

Hello earth to Dawn—anyways I’ll write again soon


He was shocked that Dawn was jealous of Buffy. He thought she was crazy to not know how beautiful she was and crazier still to compare Buffy to her. He felt a glimmer of hope though, that she had mentioned him. He had to read more.

His eyes scanned down to the second entry:


Dear Diary

Today was okay I went shopping with Buffy again. I had to buy a new bra. She said she couldn’t believe that I was a C cup already. It made me feel weird. Am I supposed have smaller boobs? Figures I’m too tall and have freakishly large boobs. By the time I’m 16. God! Why do I have to be such a freak! Why can’t I be normal? Okay maybe Buffy’s not normal but she’s so pretty and cool. Boys always look at her. And guys always like her. Especially the coolest guys like Spike. I know it’s wrong to think of him as cool but I do. He’s a vampire but he’s so cool and well he’s so cute. I don’t know why I just he’s so sexy to me. I mean I kno whe’s not technically like alive but it doesn’t weird me out like I guess it should. He’s so tall and muscly and his eyes are so. He’s just so hot he makes me all..i can’t even say it I don’t know what he does to me. Even his accent is cool and kinda hot. God I’m such a dork and a weirdo. I have a crush on a vampire. How horrible is that? If I told him he’d probably laugh in my face and then tell me I’m just a kid. I bet I’m not even bite worthy to him. Not that I’d want to be. God I have no life!

I can’t have a crush on him! Its crazy and pathetic. But I do I can’t help it.
Well I gotta go it’s dinner time I might write more..whenever

He was shocked but felt a ray of hope enter him.

She had a crush on him at one time. She liked him and maybe secretly she still did.

He felt anger too, anger that Buffy had made Dawn feel bad about actually having a chest. Her breasts were definitely not something to be ashamed of they were large, firm round and beautiful.

He smiled just thinking about them. He had to learn more--had to know more. He had to read more, had to find out if she still liked him.
He turned the page and his eyes came to rest on the third entry:

Dear Diary

Today I walked through the cemetery and well I did something I shouldn’t have. I kinda went into Spike’s crypt and he wasn’t there so I laid on his bed and imagined him next to me. Imagined him laying on the bed beside me and he wasn’t wearing any clothes. I know its wrong on so many levels but I can’t help him he’s all I think about. Buffy doesn’t know but I even read some of giles books to see maybe if I read about some of things he did as an evil vampire I’d stop liking him but it didn’t in fact when I saw a picture of Drusilla the girl he used to be with. I only felt sad and jealous. God I’m such a freak! I have a crush on a vampire! How sad is that? But he’s so hot—no hot isn’t even the right word for him he’s one of those guys that you can call beautiful. Because he is, he’s so beautiful and I kinda feel sorry for him. Even though he’s a vampire he still always seems to fall for girls that don’t return his love or treat him like shit. Hey I sad a bad word. Oh well good its not like buffy’ll ever get her hands on this. She doesn’t even know I have adiary. She doesn’t know anything about me.

Well I gotta go have to get started on my math homework. I hate algebra
I’ll write more tomorrow if anything interesting happens to me
Yeah right


Spike could not help but smile. His Bit really did have a crush on him. She thought he was hot, even beautiful, he smiled at the thought of her getting jealous of Drusilla’s picture. She was more beautiful then Drusilla though. She understood him, or seemed to at least and she felt sorry for him which strangely didn’t make him angry or offended.

It was true he had always fallen for girls that either didn’t love him back or in Dru’s case treated him like shit.

He had to read on to the next entry, he couldn’t stop himself.

Dear Diary

I feel kinda bad and really weird. I had a dream last night about Spike. It was like a fantasy kinda thing he picked me up from school and then he started kissing me and I felt hot all over and his hand kinda touched my boob and his tongue was in my mouth. When I woke up I was sweaty and hot and I felt weird. My panties felt kinda wet. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m a freak!

I can’t even write about it
I gotta do my homework to get my mind off of it
Write back when I’m less embarrassed and dorky

Spike’s mouth was dry and his cock twitched, he reread the fifth to last line over and over and stroked himself through his pants, imagining Dawn’s panties wet and sticky from thoughts of him.

He imagined her touching her self his name on her lips. It made him shudder, made his cock quiver and his balls tighten.

He closed the book and set it down on the floor beside him.

His need was strangling him, his cock throbbed, his balls ached. He unzipped his pants and freed himself, stroked himself and took hold of his manhood his eyes closed, visions of Dawn in his head.

He imagined her bent over before him, her perfect ass, he imagined her legs spread and his cock buried deep inside her hot passage as she hugged him and begged for more.

He came in long spurts and closed his eyes, his cock softening, dreams of her filling his head.