Post-Chosen, post-Born Under a Bad SignWarnings:
I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer
. They belong to Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.Note:
This was also written for a challenge at spn_btvs and takes place in the same 'verse as Corrupted Desire. The prompt for this story was: Dawn/Evil!Sam - "The first time you kill someone should be... special." - R. Hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome!
Willow fought not to frown as she realized that not only was she tied up but she had a raging headache. Frantically, she tried to remember what had happened. She had been drinking tea to try and help herself feel better since she’d been feeling sick the past few days. She knew that she had been alone because she remembered thinking that it would be a great chance to take advantage of the quiet.
It wasn’t often that Buffy and Faith agreed to take all the girls out. Plus, Dawn and Sam had gone out on a date under the pretense of doing some research and training. Xander had said something about meeting a couple guys from work, Giles was off doing something...Watcher-y and Andrew had run off to the store babbling something about a new comic coming out.
She’d been sitting outside on the porch when things had started to go blurry and then...then... Willow struggled to remember what had happened next and felt a flash of panic when she couldn’t.
Because after sitting on the porch, there was nothing. She couldn’t remember a damn thing.
There was a shuffling sound to her left and Willow fought the instinct to tense up at the sound. Whatever had happened, she wasn’t alone now and she didn’t know if the people here were good or bad.
Of course, judging by the fact that she was tied down to something, Willow was going to go with bad.
After all, she really doubted that she was tied down because she’d dislocated something or broken something important and wasn’t supposed to be moving. And even if that were the case, she really didn’t think that she would be tied down with rope. If she were in a hospital, she’d have an IV and if she had to be held down it would probably be with straps.
So. Bad guys it was.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re being rude, Willow. We know you’re awake.”
At the sound of the voice, Willow’s eyes shot open and she turned her head towards the sound. “Sam?”
He grinned. “In the flesh. Happy to see me?”
Somehow, Willow had a feeling that she shouldn’t be. “If you’re here to untie me so we can go home and have some pizza, then yes. I’m very happy to see you.”
Before Willow could say anything else, another figure stepped forward. “You should relax, Willow. Being that tense on that slab of concrete can’t be comfortable.”
“Dawnie.” There was a bit of relief in Willow’s voice. “Listen, could you guys get with the untying? You’re right. It’s not comfortable.”
Dawn’s eyes hardened. “First of all, let’s get one thing straight. My name is Dawn, not Dawnie. Dawnie is that naïve little girl who hung on your every word and thought that being like you was the best thing in the world.”
Willow could feel the dread spreading through her body. “And Dawn?”
“Finally coming out of the land of denial, huh?” Dawn smiled. “Dawn knows better.” She glanced over at Sam. “There are things that are much better than being like you, Willow.”
“And what’s that?”
This time it was Sam who answered. “Finding a use for you.” He turned and picked up an object wrapped in cloth. Holding it up, he waved it at her before unwrapping it to reveal a dagger that was covered in intricate symbols. She stared at it, concentrating and trying to send the image to Buffy or Giles or any of the others.
“There’s no use in trying that,” Sam said. Willow’s eyes snapped up to his face, the question clear on her face. “You never sensed how powerful I actually was, did you?” He shook his head. “You never gave me much credit.”
“Big mistake on my part,” Willow muttered. She frowned as she thought of something he’d just said. Her breath began to speed up as she tried to use her magic to untie the ropes.
Dawn laughed and sat down on the concrete next to her. In her hand was the dagger and Willow stared at it as Dawn used it to trace patterns over her skin, pushing hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to draw blood. “Well, cheer up, Wills. It’s one you won’t be making again.”
“Dawn, look at me. I’m your friend and whatever magic you and Sam have gotten involved in, we can still get you out.” Willow stared at Dawn, willing her to see the truth of the statement. Sam may have been powerful but Dawn had trusted him and she usually had pretty good instincts about that type of stuff so she had to believe he’d been a good guy. “You remember how bad I was but I came back from it and you can too. You just need some help.”
The only response to that was a snort and a shake of the head. “No, you really don’t get it, do you?” She looked at Sam.
“It’s not just something we got into. This isn’t as smalltime as you going to Rack for a quickie. It’s not as small as you draining him and the books of dark magic and going veiny.” Sam smiled at her. “This is about hell.”
Willow’s mind raced as she tried to figure out what he could mean and just how powerful he was. If she could just figure out what they had done to her, maybe there was a chance she could stall them until it wore off or one of the others figured out that they were all missing and tried to find them.
“Why don’t I have my magic?”
Sam tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at her. “We won’t go into detail about it but let’s just say we’ve been spiking your tea for the last week or so.”
“Think of it as Liquid Drain-o for Witches. Except instead of getting rid of chunks of hair from pipes, it cleans the magic out of your system.” Dawn and Sam exchanged a look at that and Willow felt her panic build.
“You know, I think that’s really all you need to know. We’ve already done everything else that needs to be done and now it’s time to wrap this up.” Sam nodded at Dawn. “Why don’t you finish getting the last of it set up and then you can do the honors?” He ran a hand down the side of Willow’s leg. “You should feel honored that you were chosen, Willow. It means Dawn cared for you at one point or else this wouldn’t be as right.” He turned to look at Dawn who had opened a book and was silently reading over a few pages. “The first time you kill someone should be...special. And this will be.”
“Killing? Why does there need to be killing? Why don’t we just prick my finger and be done with it?” The words flew from Willow’s mouth as she tried to think of a way out of this.
Shaking his head, Sam stood. “That’d be too simple. I’ll admit that candles and all that are really not all that necessary for what we’re doing. But the more blood we spill, the stronger the results. You’re out of luck, Willow.” His gaze shifted to Dawn. “It’s time.”
Dawn nodded and stood, moving over to Willow. Her hand shook for a moment before she steadied it and then squared her shoulders, lifting the dagger. Willow strained to hear what it was that Dawn muttered, straining against the ropes that held her down and desperately trying to pull herself free.
There was a flash as the blade caught the light as it swung down and then all Willow felt was blinding pain as it ripped into her flesh. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she felt the blood start to flow down her body and over her side.
Dawn watched as the life began to fade from Willow’s eyes and as it did, she felt a shift in the air. She breathed in and felt that much stronger.
“Sam?” she asked, dragging a finger through the blood. “We told Willow that that drug cleaned the magic out of her system but it didn’t, did it? Not completely. Or else how could her blood hold so much power?”
Sam placed his hand over Dawn’s. “We technically cleaned it out of her system by making it impossible for her to use.” He lifted his hand to watch as Willow’s blood dripped to the floor. “But just because she didn’t have the use of her magic didn’t mean that we couldn’t use it.” He pulled Dawn forward, pressing her back against the concrete near Willow’s hand. Stepping forward, he rocked his hips. “Now, come on. Your first kill is cause for celebration.” He looked down into her eyes and was pleased to see that the last of her innocence had disappeared.
She was part of the dark completely now.
Dawn moaned as he mouthed at her neck. “What about Willow?”
“Leave her.” He reached down and cupped her through her jeans. “No one comes to this building and those who do are in no position to run to the police.”
“Sam,” she breathed. He pulled back to look at her.
“Unless you’d rather start the celebration here.” He smirked when she tilted her hips up against him. “Just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
The side of Sam’s mouth lifted in a half smile as he lifted Dawn’s shirt over her head. They’d have to go soon so that nothing here could be traced to them.
But first, it was time to celebrate just how far Dawn had come.