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Summary: The darkest part of night, is just before dawn breaks. Without Buffy, Dawn's life is spiralling out of control. She has a long way to travel and she will fight every step of the way. Some references to self harm/suicide. Xover of AB and BTVS 5

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Anita Blake > Dawn-CenteredyakuitFR181124,2561111022,04812 Jul 0921 Jul 11No

The Pain

I don’t own nothing, not a sod, not a sausage. That Laurell lady and Joss fella own it all



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Ch 1 PAIN







Candlelight flickered, only slightly easing the gloom of the cavern. Smoky oil lanterns spluttered with the heavy smell of holy incense and the monk shifted uneasily, his eyes smarting as he blinked back tears.

“Father”, the monk protested “We felt at the time it was the best way to protect the Key against the beast”.

“You were fools……and now all is in jeopardy”. Each word was pronounced with exacting care, each syllable almost savoured.

“But my lord ….the beast is dead, the slayer protected the Key as we knew she would”.

“Yes and now the slayer is dead, the key is without adequate protection and worse is outwith our control”. The man tapped his finger a ruby the size of a nickel glinted on his finger.

“But the danger has passed, we can return the key to its former state and we can continue as we have for over a millennia”.

The man growled in irritation “You made the key sentient; you gave it life in human form. And now you wish to add the stain of the death of a soul upon our order. YOU WHO DARED what only Gods have the power to do…. Blasphemy. The Key is even now in more peril than ever before. With no slayer to protect her, the darkness will soon have it within their grasp.”

The monk looked up in sudden terror, his eyes wide with understanding, “we… we … I did not think… none of us thought, the beast it was so close… it seemed..”

“Silence, leave now, you will find outside your journey instructions you are to proceed immediately to Saint Tonia in Mexico, you are to take a vow of silence until I deem your penance is complete”.

“But… but my Lord, the key, the girl…I must make amends my Lord”.

“Silence, the key will be dealt with, it is no longer of your concern”.

The Monk gaped in shock, his mouth opening as if to object, and then he caught the flicker of red in his Lord’s eyes. Swallowing against the tightness in his throat, he bowed deeply before backing through the wide ornate doors.



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Sunnydale



Dawn huffed in annoyance, picking herself up from the floor. Sweat dripping down her back, hair plastered to her head, her whole body ached. But she loved this, this was the only time she truly felt alive.

Spike blast his rotten missing soul, not a hair out of place as he twirled her stake around his fingers, the stake which she had in her hands just seconds ago. “You need to keep your guard up bit…” he surveyed her mutinous expression, his grin widening, “you’re getting better you lasted almost five minutes this time”.

Dawn perked up “Really, truly…” her whole mood lightened and Spike couldn’t help it as he ruffled her hair as she passed. Since Buffy’s death the whole gang had rallied around Dawn, united in their grief, but Willow still had Tara, Xander had Anya and Giles well… Giles was Giles. Only Spike had seemed to understand the depth of her suffering. They had become closer over the months, united in their hatred of the buffybot, which was like raw acid into their wounds. They had argued over fixing it but the others had been oh so rational in their arguments and sometimes it even seemed like this mockery of Buffy was enough for them. Sometimes if felt like she was going to burst open, and scream until she could scream no more. The pain always below the surface she just wanted to let it out.

Spike cocked his head, reminding Dawn so much of a puppy that she stifled a giggle. She didn’t think he would appreciate the analogy. He tried so hard to act so tough and uncaring, yet beneath his glib exterior he had become her knight in shining armour”.

“It’s Wanda the witches and the puppy”, announced Spike, making Dawn giggle. “Come on Luv, time to face the music, I told you skipping school was a bad idea, should have just faked a sickie”.

Dawn huffed in irritation”, I tried that last week, Willow tried to cure me and did all that witchy stuff and I ended up with boils on my face for two days, and I still had to go to school. If we keep quiet she wont know I’m here”.

“DAWN SUMMERS… I Know you are here, I did a locator spell after the school called”. Willows exasperated voice rang down the stairs.

“Busted”, Dawn sighed.



Two hours later and Dawn was zoning out. The whole gang had been called around to deal with the ‘Dawn Problem’. Everybody had an opinion everybody wanted to help, they were suffocating her.

“Dawn sweetie”, Tara’s kind eyes looked at her thoughtfully, “You would tell us if anything is wrong? We can help you know.”

Dawn sighed and looked away, closing her mouth against the angry words that wanted to be let out. Tara didn’t deserve that. She had been sweet perhaps because she had lost her mother, she seemed to be more sympathetic, teaching her small level magic spells when she seemed to be blue.

Willow stood up, her resolve face on. “Dawnie, I understand, we all understand and we can help you just tell us what’s wrong. But this behaviour it has to stop. Skipping school, starting fights and your grades have slipped, if the school calls social security I don’t think the Buffy bot will hold up to that sort of scrutiny”.

Dawn had enough her temper and pain welled up, “Help me… HELP ME, .. how can you possibly help me, how can you possibly understand, my mothers dead, my sister committed suicide to protect me… and me I don’t even really exist I am just a green ball of energy. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE”. The door slammed as she rushed up stairs. Willow looked around, “well err… that could have gone better”.

Xander looked at her in disbelief, “You think”.

Tara bit her lip, “Perhaps we should tell them”. Willow shook her head emphatically.

“Tell us what”, Xander shot back suspiciously.

Tara looked at Willow, who shrugged the cat was out the bag now, “We have an idea that will make things better for Dawn, make things better for all of us”.





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The house was finally quiet, midnight was approaching and finally the gang had left. Willow and Tara had tiptoed past her door but she could still hear them, the quiet murmur of their voices drifting from their room. She looked at the other wall she could feel her sisters room – so empty now. Dawn clutched her pillow, tears coursing down her cheeks.

Oh god… she couldn’t bear this pain, she needed to let it out. Biting her lip, just one more time, this would be the last time she promised herself. Rolling over her bed, she drew out a heavy wooden box, opening it with reverent care like a junkie going after his fix. She cleared off the junk from the top, pulling out a smaller box. Her hurt box she called it. Opening it she looked inside, the shiny blades glittered. Just one more time, just this once to let the pain out.



As the house settled and blood dripped slowly onto a white crisp hankie chief. No one was aware of a shadowy figure huddled under the tree, eyes fixated on one window in the Summers residency. It was time. He could wait no longer.



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I know .. I know I need to be updating my other stories but this ones been bugging me for months. I know Dawns story has been done before but hopefully this should be a different road Dawn will travel. Prepare the hankies folks.
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