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Vacations Never End Well

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Summary: For Dawn, no vacation can ever end well, especially in St. Louis... (AB/BtVS/HP one-shot)

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Anita Blake > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: Other
Harry Potter > Dawn-Centered > Pairing: Draco Malfoy
(Past Donor)MhalachaiFR131682144,6458 Oct 058 Oct 05Yes
Vacations Never End Well
by Mhalachai
Disclaimer: JKRowling owns all things Harry Potter. Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all the Buffy the Vampire Slayer stuff. I am but borrowing the characters for a brief time and shall return them intact at the end.

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Dawn scowled at the hot boy... no, the complete moron sitting in the hard plastic chair across from her in the cold hallway of the police station. It wasn't his fault that a rampaging vampire had started to go ballistic inside that nice dance club, and on the very first night of her vacation, too. Dawn would probably have been able to defend herself, if the moronic idiot with the sexily messy hair and emerald green eyes hadn't thrown her to the side.

Come to think of it, maybe this whole thing really was his fault.

A door banged shut, and Dawn jumped in her seat. The idiot across the hall made a small sound, and Dawn whirled on him. "Shut up!" she exclaimed.

"Me?" he shot back, sitting up straight. "I'm not the one who got us into this mess!"

Part of Dawn's brain noticed his delicious British accent, but she told herself sternly that she didn't have time to think about that. "What were you thinking, standing in the way of a rampaging vampire?" she demanded.

"It was going to attack you!" the boy shouted.

"And what, because I'm like some helpless little female, you needed to play the big strapping hero?" Dawn gripped the side of her seat. "Any idiot knows that the only way to avoid a rampaging vampire is to distract them, not get all up in their face!"

"Then what was it you were doing?" he said, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "You weren't doing much avoiding!"

"I was going for my cross!" Dawn said, leaning forward. "What were you planning on doing?"

The boy opened his mouth to respond, but his expression changed from anger to something confused, before sliding to defiance. "I didn't know you had a cross," he said, more subdued. "I'm not about to apologize for trying to help you."

Dawn didn't know what to say. Here she was, all aiming for a fight, and he wouldn't let her.

She wanted to be angry at him, because it was easier than thinking about those seconds of heart-stopping fear when the screams started, and the vampire ripped into the crowd. Dawn hadn't brought weapons with her, as carrying a wooden stake in St. Louis was pretty much illegal, and she knew that her attempt to pull the tiny cross out of her pocket would fail, and she would die. Then the boy was in the vampire's path, pushing Dawn away.

"Are you two done?" came a voice from down the hall. Dawn and the boy quickly turned around to the speaker, a young woman with dark hair. She didn't quite look like Faith, but something about her reminded Dawn eerily of the Slayer. Seeing that she had their attention, the woman looked down at the files in her hands. "Dawn Summers and Harry Potter?"

Dawn nodded, and the boy did the same. That name was familiar, Dawn thought, and she tried to remember why.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"Anita Blake, federal marshal," the woman said. "You'll be happy to know that no one at the club was too injured."

"What about the vampire?" Dawn asked, unable to contain herself.

Anita closed the folder. "In custody," she said shortly. "Now, if you two will come with me, we need to figure out why a seemingly respectable member of the Church of Eternal Life decided to go all spitting fang on a crowed night club."

"Wait, why us?" Harry exclaimed.

Anita smiled coldly. "The vampire came right at you," she said. "Thing is, we're not sure which one of you it was."

Dawn swallowed. It had to be her, the vampire was on its way at her before Harry stepped in the way. But how could she say that? She didn't know why it had come after her.

She threw a glance at Harry, who also looked a bit worried. Dawn didn't know what she was going to tell Anita, or Harry. All she did know was this: Buffy was going to be pissed.

--fin

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