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Summary: Despite her memories, Dawn was always told she was made from Buffy, she was a part of Buffy. So who was this woman she dreamed of? How, exactly were they connected? Seems the monks forgot to mention something to Buffy...

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Anita Blake > Dawn-CenteredMusicFR1332,7941174,6589 Jul 1015 Nov 10No

Chapter 3

Ummmm sorry... I'd give you a huge list of excuses, including, losing my job, a car accident that has prevented me from wrestling, but really what's the point, I'm sure you just want the story, eh? (Yes, I'm Canadian, shhhhhh)

disclaimer: as much as I dream, still not mine...

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Skin upon skin. Lips on her neck. Touch of fang lightly dragging across her pulse. Solid Sapphire eyes. Power lurking heavy in them. Dark brown. The smell of wolf clinging to him. Auburn hair spilling around her, the scent of Vanilla with it. Lavender and Chartreuse eyes. Leopards. She just knew and something inside her purred in content. So many colors, so many smells. Power hung heavily in the air. So overwhelming. How could she breathe? How could she find her way out?

She opened her mouth to scream, afraid she would be trapped there and fangs slid easily into her neck. Now it was pleasure she was screaming as hands roamed her body. Her head fell to the side and her hair spilled forth, long, dark, and curly.

“No.” She cried.

“yes.” Voices whispered.

It was wrong, all wrong. That was not how it was supposed to be. The smells, the eyes, the feelings, they were not hers, they should not be feeling this familiar.

They didn’t belong to her.

“Stop.” She screamed louder.

“your true self awakens, Necromancer.”

The voice came from all around and she struggled harder to free herself.

“Who are you?” She cried.

“You know who I am, Ma Petite.”

“Don’t call me that, I’m not your Ma Petite, I’m-” She stopped, unsure how the sentence was supposed to finish.

“They were foolish to think it would work.”

“Who? What is going on? Where the fuck am I?”

A soft laugh and a whispered. “Soon…”

“No, not soon. Now.”

Lips and hands tried to distract her once more.

“Buffy.” She cried.

Dawn’s eyes opened and she sat straight up in bed as her door was thrown open.

“Dawnie, are you okay?”

She gave her sister a quizzical look. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You were yelling for me in your sleep. Were you having a bad dream?”

Dawn frowned. “I don’t remember dreaming or anything.”

Buffy sat on her sisters bed, smoothing her hair back. “are you sure? Has everything been okay lately? Nothing unusual going on?”

“No, Buffy, everything is fine.”

The slayer frowned but was interrupted from saying anything more by a series of thumps on the front porch.

“Stay here.” Buffy warned her as she left her sisters room and met up with Willow in the hallway.

“Something’s out there.” Willow said, peering down the staircase.

“Something of the dead variety.” Buffy confirmed as her slayer senses went haywire.

“Vampire?” Willow asked.

Buffy shook her head. “No, it feels... different, I don't know what.”

“What do we do?”

“When I give you the signal, open the door.” Buffy commanded as she crept down the stairs and to her weapon chest, lifting out her favorite battle axe as quietly as she could before moving towards the door. Signaling to Willow that she was ready, the red headed witch opened the door and Buffy jumped out, her axe thrust out towards the neck of.... nothing???

“Huh.” Buffy mused. “Did it leave? 'cause I'm still getting the wiggins here.”

“Buffy?” Willow called, amusement clear in her voice, “Look down.”

The Slayer looked down and jumped back in an eep of surprise. “What is this, attack of the woodland creatures?” She leaned down a bit to get a closer look before rephrasing her question. “Attack of the very dead and gross looking woodland creatures? Willow, they're dead. Why are there dead furry woodland creatures on my porch?”

“What are they doing?” Willow asked as she moved down the stairs.

“Nothing, except standing there and looking creepy.”

The red head took a closer look at the creatures, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “They're zombie squirrels and rats.”

“That's good and all, but why are they on my porch.”

“'Cause someone perhaps may have called them by accident?” Willow replied sheepishly.

“But who- Willow!” Buffy cried. “If you wanted a pet, you should have just said so. We would have gotten you a nice little Hamster that was alive.”

“I didn't do it on purpose! I don't even know how but who else could it be?”

“Then put them back.”

The witches brow furrowed as she stared at the motionless rodents on their porch before speaking a few words in English and when that didn't work, more words in Latin.

“They're not mine.” Willow finally said with a frown. “If they were mine, they would have returned to where they came from.”

“Then what do we do? I really don't want to have to rebury all of them. I mean, ick.” Buffy made a face at the possibility of the task in front of her.

“Burn them.”

Both girls looked up to the top of the stairs where Dawn sat, staring down at them.

“They were brought back by someone who is not Willow, to ensure they don't start attacking, you need to burn them, it's the only way to kill Zombies, unless one of you has some recently creepy acquired mask like mom did.”

The older women looked at each other before shaking their heads.

“Then we need to burn them.”

“How do you know so much?” Buffy asked. “We didn't burn any zombies that time with the mask.”

Dawn shrugged. “I don't know, I came across it in research?”

“And if we just leave them.”

The youngest Summers moved down the steps, stopping beside her sister. “They'll stay here, until whomever called them commands them to do something, or they deteriorate further, and the smell, so not of the good.”

“Willow, can you burn them?” Buffy's nose wrinkled in disgust.

“That should be okay, it's for the greater good of the... not smelling horrible and being that house.”

“That house?” Dawn questioned.

“You know, the ones that all the neighborhood kids hate and make fun of because it's weird. Then at Halloween we'll be the house that gets egged and TP'd. And having a porchful of dead creatures, really classifies as weird.”

Dawn let out an inelegant snort. “Please, Willow, this is Sunnydale. We could have me doing the can-can naked on the roof while Buffy slays vampires every 5 minutes on the front lawn, with you doing crazy magic tricks beside her and no one would notice.”

“You're not dancing naked.” Buffy interjected.

“That's what you focus on?” Dawn asked in disbelief

“Guys? The little fuzzy dead creatures?” Willow reminded them.

“Right.” Buffy replied. “Um Wills, can you move them to the yard and make them go poof?”

Willow bit her lip in concentration before moving all the dead rodents to the lawn and setting fire to them. The three women stood watching until one by one their noses wrinkled in disgust and Dawn finally made a gagging noise, turning back into the house.

“That has got to be the grossest smell in the world. Burning, rotting, corpses. I'm going to bed. If anymore show up-” She stopped and shrugged. “I'm just gonna go sleep. Wake me if there's an apocalypse.”

They watched Dawn go before turning back to watch the fire burn out.

“Research in the morning?” Willow asked as they moved back into the house.

Buffy pulled a face, knowing they didn't have much of a choice.

“Research.” She confirmed with a sigh.


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The End?

You have reached the end of "Little Sister" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 15 Nov 10.

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