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Summary: Dawn is kidnapped, again, but this time things are different. Crossover with Blade, for the Movie Ficathon ... For Jill.

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Marvel Universe > Blade > Dawn-CenteredEmmyFR1312,4790152,93726 Mar 0526 Mar 05Yes
Title: Not About Buffy

Author: Emmy

Fandoms: BtVS/Blade

Characters: Dawn, Blade, Whistler, Buffy.

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this story. No copyright infringement intended.

Summary: Dawn is kidnapped again, but this time things are different. Move Ficathon for Jill. X-Over with Blade.

Distribution: Emerald Illusions, Twisting the Hellmouth

Feedback would be lovely.



A/N: Written for Jill. The challenge was for either Dawn or Amy, with the emotion joy/relief. Hope I did it justice. Sorry for the delay. Real life has been getting the better of me.



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Dawn had been in New York City all of ten hours when she was kidnapped. It was highly typical, something only she would be able to accomplish and, looking around the room she was being held in, she couldn't help but feel … annoyed. This was the third time in eight months that a group of vampires had kidnapped her in attempt to keep Buffy out of their city, and it was beginning to become bothersome. Traveling the world was fun, sometimes very fun, but the getting kidnapped thing? Not so much.



“Why is it always me?” Dawn suddenly asked her captors.



There were two of them, and she knew there were at least five more above her. “And why,” she continued. “Do I always end up being held in some dank basement? Aren't there nicer rooms here somewhere? I mean, it seems to me that a comfortable hostage would be easier to handle. And sitting in this little puddle of water does not a comfortable hostage make.”



The vampires stared at her in confusion. “What are you talking about?” one of them asked, finally.



Dawn blinked. “Huh?”



None of them responded. In fact, they weren't even looking at her anymore. They had all shifted their gaze to the top of the stairs, to the door Dawn knew hid the rest of her captors. “What's going on? What's up there?”



Part of her hoped they heard Buffy breaking in, that her sister had already managed to find her, though Dawn knew she really hadn't been gone long enough for that. Especially since she hadn't seen or heard any of the vampires contact her to let her know they had her sister. In fact, Dawn hadn't heard Buffy mentioned at all. It was really a bit strange.



Her confusion multiplied as the basement door opened and three more vampires came down the stairs, each of them leading a girl into the basement. Dawn's eyes widened as she noticed the expressions of horror on the other girls’ faces. They were scared. Dawn hated that. She really, really hated it when vamps kidnapped people who didn't know a thing about what went bump in the night. It was just … tacky. “What's going on here?” Dawn asked quietly. “Why are these girls here? Don't you, um, just need me?”



One of the vampires glared at her. “I have heard enough of your chattering. Silence. Do not speak until we tell you to speak.”



This was weird, Dawn decided. Nothing at all like any of her other kidnappings. These vampires seemed different somehow. Suddenly she wasn't so sure this was about making Buffy leave New York. Suddenly this seemed to be more about ritual sacrifice or … something. “Don't you want to send my sister a message? Isn't that why I'm here? She'll be less likely to kill you all if you don't have other hostages, you know.”



A little lie; Buffy was going to kill them anyway when she found this place, but they didn't have to know that. In fact, Dawn was sure it was best if they didn't. The vampire who'd told her to be quiet walked over, stopping directly in front of her. “You don't know how to be quiet, do you, little girl?”



His hand flew out, slapping Dawn hard across the face. “I told you to shut up. Listen this time.”



“Buffy is so gonna kick your ass,” Dawn said, stubbornly, her face stinging.



“Who is Buffy?”



She didn't know what to say to that. The idea that these vampires didn't recognize her sister's name was simply too mind blowing to accept. Didn't everyone even the slightest bit supernaturally inclined know who Buffy Summers was? And if these vampires didn't, then what in the hell was she doing here? The vampire in front of her turned and walked to the center of the room. It was only then that Dawn noticed he was wearing a robe. Blood red and long. She shivered.



The vampire began to speak, saying, “You have all been chosen. Together you will wake our lord. Together your blood will revive him.”



He continued, but Dawn had already started filtering him out of her mind. Her thoughts whirling, she realized quickly that she had completely misjudged the situation. These vampires weren't trying to send a message to Buffy. They didn't even know who Buffy was, apparently. They were going to kill her. Sacrifice her to some sort of vampire god. ‘Vampire god? Holy hell, what did I get myself into this time?’



Pulling on the ropes that held her, Dawn tested their strength. They held firm. She knew she wouldn’t be able to escape without some major help. Looking around the room at the terrified girls, hearing their sobs, she realized she would find no help from any of them.



“You shall awaken our lord.”



The vampire’s words pulled Dawn out of her thoughts as she watched him walk over to a table in the corner of the room. Her eyes widened as he pulled a long, sharp knife from the table top and held it high. “Together, you shall die.”



The screams of the other three girls filled the room and Dawn tensed. She stared at the blade in the vampire’s and vowed that he would not have the chance to cut her. She would not be dying this day, thank you very much. Pulling at her ropes once more, harder this time, Dawn felt the skin of her wrists begin to tear, but she didn’t stop. She had to get free. Had to get loose. Had to escape. And, she had to help those girls.



The sound of the door flying open, off the hinges and crashing to the floor sent shivers of relief through her body. Dawn’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt the familiar sense of pride flow through her. Her sister had come through yet again. Buffy was here and making just as bold of an entrance as ever. She was going to be all right.



“It’s him.”



‘Him?’ Dawn’s eyes flew open.



She stared at the sight above her. Standing on the stairs was not Buffy. Her sister had not come to rescue her. In Buffy’s place was a tall, muscular man with dark skin and a sword in his hand. He stared out at the room with cold eyes and, Dawn noticed, every single vampire in the room was beginning to shrink away, seeking out escape. Who was this man?



What happened next, in a blur of rapid movement, left the other three hostages screaming and Dawn staring at their rescuer in mute shock. All of the vampires who had been standing in front of her were dust. The man had done … something. He’d thrown something at them and they’d just turned to dust. It had been one of the most amazing tricks Dawn had ever seen and she half wished there were more vampires to kill just so she could see it done again. It had been very … cool.



Another man had joined them now. This one was older. He had long grey hair and walked with a bit of a limp, but that didn’t seem to slow him down any. He worked quickly, freeing two of the girls. Dawn watched as he asked them questions, making sure the vampires hadn’t bitten them, and saw that the other man was doing the same with the last girl. She followed the girls with her eyes as they left the basement, all practically running up the stairs toward freedom.



Left alone with the two men, Dawn couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t been cut down yet. She arched an eyebrow at them. “You two gonna let me go sometime soon?”



“You didn’t scream. Not once.”



She tilted her head to the side, regarding the man silently as he finally sheathed his sword. “And you dusted those vampires with some sort of boomerang. That was cool.”



“You know what they were.” The older man made it a statement, not a question.



Dawn nodded. “Uh huh. Who are you people? And seriously, where’d you get that boomerang thingy? ‘Cause that would really come in handy the next time a group of vamps tries to kidnap me.”



“This happens often?”



Dawn nodded at the grey haired man. “More so than I like to admit.”



“What are you?” the dark man asked suddenly.



She blinked. “What?”



“What are you. I know you’re not exactly human. I can smell the magic on you.”



“You can smell me?” Dawn’s eyes widened. “Whoa. What the hell is going on here? Who are you people and where is my sister?”



“Your sister?” he asked.



This day was just getting weirder and weirder. Dawn struggled against her bonds. “Let me go.”



“That would be a very good idea.”



Dawn sagged in relief. “Buffy,” she said softly, looking up the stairs.



“Dawnie.”



Her sister walked down the stairs casually, a stake in her hand. “So, what’s the what?” she asked as she walked. “You don’t want me in your city so you kidnap my sister? That is so unoriginal, let me tell you.”



“I didn’t kidnap her.”



“Right. I believe you,” Buffy said sarcastically.



“Actually, Buff, he didn’t. These two rescued me and these other three girls. Or, well, they rescued the other three girls. I’m still not sure why they haven’t let me go, but I think it’s because they think I’m something not of the good, considering that that one circling you asked me what I was.”



Buffy looked over at her and blinked. “Well, that’s new.”



“Uh huh.”



“Who are you two?” the older man asked as he walked over and began untying Dawn’s arms and legs.



“Whistler…”



“They ain’t dangerous, Blade. Well, that’s not exactly true, seeing how that little blonde thing there looks as though she’s about to kill you, but there’s more to this story than what we thought. This girl here ain’t no one’s servant. I doubt she could even tell us what went on here.”



Dawn scowled at him. “Thanks for untying me, but that is so not true! I have ears. And that big, robe wearing vamp that your friend boomeranged was all chatty about what their plans were.”



“Oh really?” Whistler asked.



“Yeah, really.”



“And your sister over there? She a danger to us?”



“Only if he’s a vampire … or, well, only if he’s gonna hurt me. Or try to hurt her.”



“Well then,” he called out to Buffy and … Blade. “You two quit circling each other and lets see if we can’t get to the bottom of this.”



Dawn was beginning to like the older man. Whistler. She smiled at him when he held out his hand and let him help her up. He smiled back. Yeah, she decided. This guy seemed pretty cool.



***



“So let me get this straight,” Buffy said. “They didn’t kidnap you because of me and they didn’t even know who you were. They just wanted your blood.”



“To bring back some vampire god, or something,” Dawn confirmed.



“Not a god,” Whistler said. “They were trying to resurrect a vampire named Frost. Deacon Frost.”



“Bad guy?” Buffy asked, Slayer game face in place.



“Very. His life’s goal was to become a daywalker … to be able to walk in the sun. He almost managed it.”



Fear shot through Dawn at the idea of a vampire being able to walk in the daylight. “That is such a scary thought.”



Buffy nodded, thoughtfully. “They’re dead, right? The ones who wanted to bring that vamp back?”



Whistler nodded. “Blade killed them.”



“With a boomerang,” Dawn added.



The man in question suddenly slammed a sliver weapon down on the table. “It’s not a boomerang.”



Dawn tilted her head to the side and admired the weapon before her, and couldn’t help but smile softly when she heard her sister’s gasp of appreciation only seconds before she saw Buffy reach out and run a finger over the blades on either side of the weapon.



“This is pretty,” Buffy said softly.



“Pretty?” Blade asked. “You think it’s pretty?”



“Oh yeah. Does it handle well?” she picked it up, testing the weight. “It’s not heavy … bet it just flies through the air beautifully and slices through nearly anything like butter, doesn’t it?”



Dawn watched Blade’s eyes widen a bit. He nodded. “Yes.”



“You have anything else like this nifty little thing?”



“Plenty.”



“Show me.”



He said nothing, just got up, turned, and walked away from the table they were sitting at. Buffy got up and followed right behind him. Dawn rolled her eyes as she looked over at Whistler. “She likes weapons.”



“I noticed. What is she?”



“She’s just a woman.”



“She’s more than that.”



Dawn bit her lip. “Yes, she is.”



“Blade is more than he appears to be, too.”



Somehow, Dawn realized suddenly, she had already known that. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, or the way he killed those vampires, but something had told her that he wasn’t just your average demon hunter. She nodded. “I gathered as much.”



“Who is your sister?”



“Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and if she gets mad at me for telling you, I am totally going to be pissed.”



He chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”



“Who is Blade?”



“He’s a daywalker,” Whistler said quietly. “Blade’s a vampire who can go out into the sunlight. But he’s not evil.”



Dawn sucked in a breath. “Really?”



“Yes.”



That certainly changed things, she mused. He was a vampire. She had been rescued from a group of vampires, by a vampire, and he wasn’t Angel or Spike. “He fights evil?”



“Every day.”



“So does Buffy.”



Whistler nodded. “Kinda got that … having the title Vampire Slayer doesn’t exactly leave much to the imagination.”



“Yeah,” Dawn said, lost in thought.



“He can really walk out in the sun?”



“Yes.”



“And he’s not evil?”



“No.”



Blade was an evil fighting vampire who could walk in the sun and he was showing Buffy his weapons. Alone. Dawn blinked. “Oh hell.”



“She’s not going to kill him when she finds out, is she?”



Shaking her head, Dawn looked off in the direction they had gone. “Not with her track record.”



In fact, Dawn decided, knowing Buffy, they would be moving to New York City sometime in the near future. The thought was a surprisingly happy one. Dawn stared off for a moment longer before looking back at Whistler and smiling. “So … what is there to do in New York? Anything fun? ‘Cause honestly, with the exception of meeting you two, getting kidnapped was really not that great.”



He chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure this city has something that would entertain you.”



Dawn’s smile widened to a grin. Somehow she just knew she’d get the chance to find out. She just knew it.





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