Truth or Dare
Chapter Number: 01/01
Story Summary: Dawn takes a dare, then gets kidnapped.
DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or anything related to it.
Date (Upload Date): 03/03/11
Date (2011 Calendar Date): 03/02
Annabelle is a recurring OC. This is, I believe, her third appearance. And several more OCs make their debut. I figure, if the Mayor had a wife, he probably had a kid. This is a oneshot, but the plot will be continued in Resurrecting Mayor Uncle Guy, whenever that’s posted.
“Um…Dawn! Truth or Dare?” Andrew asked.
“Truth,” Dawn answered, not looking up from her book.
“Who’s your female celebrity crush?” Dawn’s head popped up, before swiveling around to look at Andrew.
“Dare.” Andrew pouted.
“If I don’t like one, I can pick the other.”
“Fine but you have to do the dare.” Dawn made a humming noise that Andrew took as an agreement. “I dare you…”
“I was going for a dramatic pause! You ruined it!” Andrew whined.
“I’m gonna ruin your fashe if you don’t says the damn dare,” Faith slurred, taking another swig from her bottle.
“Okay, I think that’s enough for you tonight,” Xander said, taking the bottle from her.
“I dare you, to…tell us your female celebrity crush!” Andrew said.
“The dare can’t be the same as the truth,” Dawn answered.
“Got anything else kitten?”
“Don’t call me that! I dare you to spend an hour in a creepy mausoleum!”
“What are you? Ten? We fight demons for a living; a mausoleum isn’t going to scare me.”
“Then you’ll be able to do it,” Andrew said.
“Time and place, kitten.”
“Now, and don’t call me that!”
Dawn settled into the mausoleum with a folding chair, while the others still playing the game, consisting of Andrew, Xander, Willow, Vi, and Annabelle (Faith passed out drunk on the couch before they left) sat on chairs outside.
“My turn. Xander, Truth or Da-aiiiii-re!” Dawn disappeared to the back of the mausoleum. Xander and Willow rushed in first, only to find no one there.
“Did Dawn just get kidnapped? Again?” Xander asked.
“Yep,” Willow answered. “I’m not going to be the one to tell Buffy.”
“Neither am I,” Xander said.
“Not it,” Vi and Annabelle added. Four sets of eyes turned to Andrew, who whimpered.
“Why am I always getting kidnapped,” Dawn asked her captor. “Why can’t you guys ever kidnap Andrew? He’s the woobie!”
“It is your blood we need,” her captor answered.
“It’s always about the blood isn’t it? Why can’t some evil rituals use cooking sherry? We’d probably let you keep Andrew anyway.”
Dawn suddenly shifted her weight. The guy carrying her, not expecting it, stumbled. A second sudden shift before he recovered sent them both sprawling to the floor. Dawn brought the heel of her sneaker down on the guy’s face a few times.
“Idiot,” Dawn said, when he stopped moving. She frisked him for weapons (he was wearing a thin brown robe so it wasn’t that hard), only finding a small club and a dagger. “These’ll have to do.” She turned back in the direction they came from.
Derrick Wilkins woke with an aching face, and probably a broken jaw. It took him a few moments to realize where he was, another moment to realize his captive was gone, and a few more to realize that his weapons, few though they were, were also gone.
“Crudsickles,” he tried to say, but it came out more as ‘Udickle’ and it hurt too. Definitely a broken jaw. He rushed back to his cousins, gathered up some more weapons, and then went hunting.
Mayor Richard Wilkins I and his beloved Edna May, only had a daughter, Mary Ann. When he got too old for people to start noticing he wasn’t aging, he set himself up as his own son, with Mary Ann claiming he had been a sickly child and so had been left inside the house a lot.
Mayor Richard Wilkins II became Mayor Richard Wilkins III, his sister
’s son, rather than his own, the next time. Mary Ann had two actual sons of her own, both by different fathers. They each grew up and got married as Richard Wilkins III prepared to take his uncle
’s place as Mayor.
Jonas Wilkins, the elder, had four children – Sarah, Mary, Allison, and Derrick. Peter Wilkins, the younger, had three – Anne, Patrick, and Parker. They had been told to avoid Graduation, and not to worry, Richard would come for them.
Shortly after, Jonas and his wife, Sally, and Peter and his wife, Georgia, had died in a car accident. They tape arrived a few years later.
“Hello family! If you’re watching this, well, things must not have gone to plan. Don’t worry, I’ve left more than enough to provide for you all and Faith. Faith, that little spit fire, so much like my Marry Ann. You make sure to take care of her now. She’s in a coma, but that won’t last forever. She’s too strong for that…
“Hey, Andrew, Truth or Dare!” Dawn said. Buffy, about to leave to rescue her, frowned in confusion.
“Truth?” Andrew squeaked.
“Can you guess where I’m going to be shoving my foot as soon as I catch you?” Andrew whimpered again.
“I dare you to hold still!” Dawn lunged at Andrew, who shrieked, and took off running. Dawn followed him, screaming threats all the way.
“Wha’s goin’ on?” Faith asked, head peering over the edge of the couch.
“Dawn’s trying to kill Andrew,” Xander said.
“Mm. I get his hot pockets if she succeeds.”
“You get his hot pockets anyway,” Xander said, but Faith was already asleep.
“Relax,” Patrick said. “We’ll get her.”
“We’ve only got a month left!” Parker hissed.
“And another three and a half years to plan after that if we fail. It’ll be fine.”
Be on the lookout for the sequel: Resurrecting Mayor Uncle Guy.