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This story is No. 2 in the series "Summers Land". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Murphy’s Law had nothing on the Summers’ women – especially once you threw in some fairies and a certain blonde vampire. Buffy and Dawn-centric ficlets. **Part of the Fic-A-Day Challenge**

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Literature > Southern Vampire Mysteries(Past Donor)akatFR1333,0220176,2009 Aug 1131 Aug 11No

Chosen

Spoilers: BtVS through Season 7, all of SVM, just to be safe, though it’s AU from Dead to Worse on.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"; Charlaine Harris, Alan Ball, and HBO own “Southern Vampire Mysteries” and “True Blood”.
Summary: So Dawn didn’t have the official Slayer ‘spidey sense’. What she did have, though, was good intuition – that and kick ass observation skills. And right now? They were both telling her that someone was following her. Takes place in the same verse as my As We Go Round the Sun ficlet series. Set right after the chapter My Funny Valentine. Written for a request that asked for a continuation of this verse with Dawn.


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So Dawn didn’t have the official Slayer ‘spidey sense’. What she did have was good intuition – that and kick ass powers of observation. And right now? They were both telling her that someone was following her.

Once upon time, she might’ve freaked. Now, however, it just pissed her off. Seriously, she pitied the person/demon/thing that tried to get in between her and her afternoon coffee run.

Pretending to stop and look at some dresses in one of the storefront windows lining the street, she quickly snuck a glance behind her – and caught a glimpse of long, blonde hair.

Dawn bit back a gasp of disbelief. Was Buffy actually following her? In broad daylight?

She knew that her sister was less than thrilled to have her here in Shreveport with fairies on the loose – and in fact checked up on her obsessively throughout the day every day since she had arrived two weeks ago – but still. This was ridiculous.

Fine, Buffy, if this is how you want to play this, she muttered under her breath.

Dawn started walking again, this time at a brisk pace. She bypassed her favorite coffee shop and instead walked a few blocks, straight into a video store, one that was known to cater to the fangbanger crowd. Then, pretending to look at the dvds for rent – and getting some extremely unpleasant images stuck in her head in the process – she waited, ready to lay into Buffy the second she stepped inside.

Except her sister never showed.

Frowning, Dawn exiting the store and looked around. Nothing.

She began walking back to her coffee shop, keeping a wary eye as she did. By the time she had reached the main street again, she was seriously doubting her sanity – or at least those supposed observation skills of hers.

Then, as she waited for the light, she saw it again. Or actually, him.

He was tall and beautiful, with long blonde hair, and he was wearing an expensive suit. And he was staring right at her, a small smile on his face, almost like he was proud or something.

Then a bus went by, blocking her view of him, and in the second it took to pass by, he was gone.

Dawn whipped her head around, trying to see where the guy went, but it was no use. He had just vanished. And weirdly enough, she was the only one who seemed to notice.

Crap. She had a fairy on her trail.

That had to be it. It obviously wasn’t a vamp, considering the time of day. Maybe it could’ve been a witch, but she highly doubted it. It would take a fair bit of mojo to make an entire streetful of people obliviously to that little vanishing act. And considering she was there to investigate fairies?

Call her crazy, but in her opinion, coincidences were right up there with unicorns on her list of things that didn’t exist. And yeah, she totally checked out the unicorn situation one day in the Magic Box.

Crossing the street as quickly as possible, Dawn walked into the coffee shop. Thankfully, it wasn’t that crowded, and she was able to snag a corner table. Before her butt even touched the chair, she had her cell phone in her hand – as well as the iron dagger she kept in her purse, the one Eric had given to her just a few days ago after he had given Buffy his iron sword.

Keeping both hands under the table, she texted ‘911’ and her location to Buffy. Then she waited.

Sure enough, he pulled up a chair across from her a few moments later. And yep, he was totally more beautiful up close. Some supernatural creatures had all the luck, didn’t they? Good thing she knew that pretty things could kill just as easily as the fugly ones.

Dawn gave him a cool look, even as she gripped the dagger under the table. “Can I just say that this whole stalk-the-human game? It’s creepy and just plain rude,” she said pointedly.

He gave a small laugh, and she had to force herself not to do a double take at the sound, because, hello, it tinkled like a freakin’ bell. She looked around, but again, no one else seemed to notice.

When she turned her attention back to Tinkerbell and was more than a little disturbed to see that he was just gazing at her.

“You are beautiful,” he admired.

Dawn scowled. “And you’re so not getting any less creepy,” she retorted.

This seemed to snap him out of his ‘We love Dawn’ funk. He shook his head ruefully.

“You must excuse me, Dawn Summers,” he apologized. “My name is Niall Brigant.”

Dawn bit her lip. She wasn’t surprised he knew her name, but she didn’t like it, either. She decided to get right to the point.

“What do you want?”

Niall smiled at her indulgently, like a parent would to a child. “I need your assistance. Some of my... relatives are running amok in the human world,” he admitted.

“Yeah, I got the memo,” she snorted. Then she smirked. “I hate to break it to you, but you’ve got the wrong Summers. You want my sister.”

He shook his head. “No, I wished to speak with you.”

“But why?” she blurted out before she could stop herself. But hey, it was an honest question, right?

Niall gave her a sly smile, his green eyes twinkling. “Because I believe that you would be more receptive to what I have to say,” he explained. "After all, you think and act as if you had been raised in Faery."

She thought like a fairy? She didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended. She chose both.

“Wouldn’t that be more dangerous to you then? If I know how you think?” she shot back.

He smiled broadly at her, again with the pride. “Only if I wished to do you harm, or if you wished to harm me,” he pointed out. Then his expression changed, becoming almost sad. “I must take my leave now, as I believe your sister will be appearing shortly, and I don’t think this is the time or the place for us to meet.”

With that, Niall stood and left. Dawn noticed that, although he walked through the front door, he didn’t exit onto the street.

Two seconds later, Buffy burst into the coffee shop, her eyes casting around the room for Dawn. The second she spotted her, she came rushing up, instinctively checking her out for injuries while surveying the people around them for potential threats.

“Dawnie, what’s the matter?” she breathed. “What’s going on?”

Dawn stared at her sister. She had no idea how to even begin explaining this one.


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