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Takes place after "Hellbound"
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“Spike!” The youngest Summers was ecstatic. She was nearly bouncing off the walls in the presence of the black-clad figure.
“’Lo, Bit.” The blonde vampire glanced around the new home of the Watchers Council as he lit a cigarette. The place looked suspiciously like an old brownstone converted into a girls’ home. He focused on Dawn again as she spoke.
“Wow, Spike, I wasn’t sure you’d make it.”
“What! And miss my favorite Sunnydale refugee’s eighteenth birthday?”
“Well, I know things’ve been difficult out in L.A. And with Buffy being in Europe I wasn’t sure you’d make it all the way here just for me.”
“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world, luv.” Spike drew deeply on his cigarette. One of the new Chosen--Chrissy? Prissy?-- glared at him for smoking as she passed through the foyer. He smiled and blew smoke in her direction. As the Slayer disappeared through the swinging door into the kitchen sounds of a whispered, though heated, debate drifted out. It sounded like Xander and Giles arguing; they were no doubt thrilled at his arrival. Girlish giggles emanated from upstairs where young Slayers occasionally peeked over the banister.
Dawn rolled her eyes at the irritations. “C’mon, Spike. Let’s get out of here.”
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Fallen leaves rustled underfoot as Dawn and Spike strolled through the park. The orange glow of the widely spaced streetlights was muted by a mist that had rolled in. Spike pulled his duster closer about himself and peered about, vaguely uneasy.
Dawn walked with her hands in the pockets of her jacket, looking at the ground. “So, do you ever miss me Spike? Think about me?” She glanced at Spike from the corner of her eyes.
“All the time, Bit.” The words rolled quickly off his tongue. Spike was distracted by the shadows of the trees in the gloom and so he missed her frown.
“No, I mean do you think about me in a ‘she’s a woman and I’m a man’ kind of way?”
Spike came to a halt. “Dawn, look...your sister and I—“
“’Cause I’m an adult now,” Dawn interrupted. She faced Spike and stalked towards him. “And I’m interested in you, even if she isn’t.”
Spike knew he’d be sweating bullets now if vampires were able. “I...” Spike fell silent as Dawn’s finger covered his lips. She moved closer, rubbed her cheek against the lapel of his duster. Dawn’s hand trailed down under Spike’s chin, and pulled at the collar of his shirt. Her lips brushed the pale exposed skin. Spike inhaled sharply at the contact.
“Come on Spike, you know you want me.” Spike felt himself getting aroused by the tongue that played across his collarbone.
“Nibblet, I don’t think we should...” Spike’s voice trailed off as Dawn pressed herself against his thigh.
“Spike, I’ve waited so long for this. And now, I’m going to have you.” The last of Dawn’s words were distorted as her face changed. Her eyes turned golden as fangs grew past her lips. She wrenched Spike’s head to the side and tore into his neck. Spike screamed and blood bubbled from his lips.
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“Oh God, no!” Spike came to gasping consciousness. He peered around the gloom of the lab, taking in his unofficial home at Wolfram and Hart. He exhaled, needlessly, as his panic began to recede. “What a bloody awful nightmare.”