This is written for a challenge on the Hero Awards. As far as
spoilers and time line it's totally messed but here's the information you
need to know. Dawn is 17. Spike doesn't have a soul just his chip and his
good (?) intentions. Spuffy never happened (thank god) however Spike does
still have a crush on Buffy. Buffy doesn't know Spike's crypt has a
basement. Due to challenge requirements and my own decisions, Spike's
basement/crypt has been drastically redecorated.
Summary: Dawn is discovering there are benefits to being the key. D/S
Dawn ambled through the cemetery. She took a deep breath. She had never
realized before that night had an almost tangible smell, dark, cool and
earthy. She meandered between the headstones. It had become easy to hide
from Buffy. Her big sis didn't realize it but she had a schedule, 12
cemeteries in 7 nights. She never hit the same one in the same week unless
there was trouble a brewing. Dawn saw the newborn's hand thrust through
the dirt. She sat down on the headstone across from the grave and waited
for him to claw up out of the grave. She staked him cleanly through the
heart while his legs were still trapped below the ground.
"Hey! You can't just do that! You staked Robbie!" An indignant female
voice shrieked behind her. Dawn turned quickly coming face to face with a
female vamp. As a human, she had been a college student, maybe 21 with long
red gold hair. "He was my fiancé." The girl held up a hand with a tiny
diamond engagement ring on it. "We were going to spend forever together but
no people like you have to come along and ruin it, Bitch."
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Oh you called me a bitch, I'm scared now."
The vamp growled and rushed her. Dawn held up a hand and whispered
"Anamoria." The female vamp hit the shimmering shield and flew backwards.
"What the hell? You're a witch." The vamp said kicking up to her
"Not exactly," Dawn said.
The vampire stalked warily around her.
"It's dropped you know." Dawn said. "The shield, I can't actually
hold it, more of a defensive maneuver really." She knew she was taunting
the vamp, but it got old watching them stalk around her, trying to decide
if the shield was still up or not.
The vampire grinned and rushed her again. This time Dawn struck out
with her right hand and knocked the vampire to the ground with a
clothesline. The female vamp landed with a whoof as the air was forced out
of her lungs. She got up more slowly backing off from Dawn. She sniffed
"You're not human, but you're not a demon or a slayer either." The
"You know, it's never really been determined what I am. I guess the
best title for me is The Key." Dawn twirled a stake casually in her hand.
"It doesn't matter what you are. You killed Robbie so I have to kill
you." The female vamp snarled and rushed at Dawn again. She attacked with
a series of punches, jab, roundhouse, hook. She shoved the palm of her hand
into Dawn's chin, snapping her head back. Dawn staggered back and caught
herself against a headstone.
"Ok, that hurt." Dawn said as she launched a spinning hook kick at
the vamp's head. The vampire was more aware now. She knew she was fighting
an able opponent and ducked. Dawn's foot sailed over her head and Dawn
caught herself in a crouch. She swept her legs at the vampire's feet and
managed to send her to the ground. Dawn pounced on her, straddling the
female vampire's body. She shoved the stake into her chest and the vamp
exploded beneath her. Dawn got up and dusted her hands off.
"You were just playing with her, weren't you Niblet." A British voice
came from the shadows.
Dawn grinned in the direction of the voice and shrugged. "Yeah, but
it's no fun if you take them too easy." She leaned against a headstone and
waited for the platinum blond to show himself. The shadows swirled and he
seemed to materialize from them. He walked over and leaned against the
stone with her. He crossed his ankles, black Doc Martens planted against
the ground. He fumbled a cigarette from the pack and lit it. Dawn raked her
eyes over him. He was dressed in his customary outfit, black jeans, black
tee shirt with a red shirt thrown over it. A long black leather duster
topped it all off. Dawn smiled. It should have made him look like a Matrix
reject, instead Spike made the coat look really good.
"Not about fun, it's about staying alive." Spike said.
"Did I look like I was having a problem staying alive?" Dawn asked.
"She got some good hits in to you, might bruise on the chin there."
Dawn shrugged. "Won't be the first."
"Big Sis is gonna figure it out eventually you know." Spike said
breathing out a puff of smoke.
"Nah, Buffy is all tied up in slaying and doing the mom thing, not to
mention the constant Angel mopage." Dawn said. There was hint of resentment
in her voice.
Spike chuckled. "You'd think that gig would get old after awhile.
She's been up to it what 5 years now?"
"I guess." Dawn said noncommittally.
"Still, she's not stupid. You turn up with enough bruises and scrapes
she's gonna put two and two together." Spike insisted.
Dawn rolled her eyes. "She thinks I get into fights at school."
Spike laughed sardonically. "Come on Niblet, you've never gotten in a
fight with anything in your life, supernatural excluded."
"Have so! I mean there was Molly Paxton in the fourth grade. I
totally kicked her ass." Dawn shot back.
Spike sucked hard on his cigarette to keep from laughing out loud.
Dawn wouldn't appreciate it. "I beg your pardon then, you're a regular
"So are you gonna tell her or not Spike?" Dawn said standing up. She
brushed vamp dust off her black leather jacket and black jeans.
"Relax; I'll keep your secret from Big Sis. Just don't go getting
yourself killed. She'd stake me right and proper if you did." Spike said as
he stood up.
"I'm careful. Walk me home?" Dawn asked sounding like a little girl
instead of the 17 year old she was.
"If I show up 'round your house the Slayer is gonna get her vamp
hackles in a rise." Spike said.
"So, she'll think you're stalking." Dawn shot back. She rolled her
eyes. It wasn't like Spike hadn't spent every single night out in front of
their house for the last couple of years anyway.
Spike put his hand over his heart. "I'm wounded, really. Alright,
let's go." He stood up and beckoned to Dawn.
The walk back to the house on Revello drive was a short one, to short
in Dawn's estimation.
"Thanks for walking me home, and for being my guardian-well I don't
want to say angel." Dawn said.
"Oh, bollocks no, let's not go there. Evil Undead Savior is an
acceptable title." Spike said with a smirk.
"Alright, goodnight Evil Undead Savior." Dawn said as she scrambled
up the same tree Buffy had climbed for so many years. She ducked through
the open window into Buffy's old room, her room now. Dawn put on her
pajamas and sat on the bed to brush out her long brown hair. She was just
snuggling down into the bed when she heard Buffy come in the front door.
She closed her eyes quickly and feigned sleep. Buffy cracked open her door
and peeked in, like she did every night after she came home from slaying.
She shut the door silently. Dawn heard her footsteps as she walked down the
hall to Mom's old room.
Buffy didn't have a clue about Dawn's extracurricular activities. It
had started several months ago. Dawn was sixteen and seven months old when
she discovered there were benefits to being the key, the kind of benefits
that weren't someone trying to use you to open a portal to a hell
dimension. When she had turned seventeen the powers had really kicked up a
notch. She had a theory that she'd just get stronger as she got older,
which was pretty exciting really. It had started with super strength maybe
not slayer strength but much stronger then your average almost seventeen
year old girl. The speed had come next. She was wicked fast. Dawn had
started to experiment with her new found powers. She discovered the shield
by accident really. A vamp had rushed her in the graveyard and she'd thrown
up her hand, uttering a word she didn't recall ever hearing or knowing. It
had happened purely by instinct.
After that she'd hung out in the magic shop some and talked to Anya a
lot about magic. She'd done a lot of research, trying to figure out if what
she'd done was magic or not. She never did find a spell like the one she
could use. In secret she'd tried some magic and while she could do the
little things, she didn't have an affinity for it, not like Willow or Tara
The latest benefit of her key powers she had just discovered a few
weeks ago when she'd cut her arm during a night of slaying. She healed
quicker then your average human, maybe not quite like a slayer and
certainly not like a vampire but the cut on her arm had healed in half the
time it normally would have.
She had considered telling Buffy but it was nice keeping her
superhero status to herself, besides she didn't know what all her powers
were yet. Knowing Buffy she'd go ballistic if she ever found out. She'd
have this whole rampage where she yelled about Dawn having a normal life
and the Powers that be were not going to do this to her little sister and
she'd completely miss the part where Dawn liked having super powers sort of
like where she'd missed the part where Dawn wasn't fourteen anymore. So for
now it was her secret, well hers and Spike's.
Spike had found out by accident one night too. He had snuck up on her
while she was taking out a vampire. She had begged him not tell Buffy. He'd
agreed but he had kept a close eye on her since that night. Every night
when she went out to play with her powers, Spike somehow found her.
Sometimes he'd stick to the shadows and lurk, just watching her. Sometimes
he'd come out of the shadows and they talked. Dawn liked those nights best.
She had almost drifted off when she awoke with a start. She hadn't written
in her diary today. She always wrote in her diary. The Dawn Chronicles had
started sometime when she was eight or so. Dawn flipped the bedside lamp on
and got out of bed. She padded over to the closet and rummaged in the back.
She found the bright pink raincoat that she never wore and snagged the
diary from the inside pocket of it. Then she walked over to the small pile
of stuffed animals she kept and took the bear she'd made at Adopt a Bear,
Rufus was his name. Rufus had a tear along his seam. Dawn took her diary
keys out of the tear in the seam and sat back down on the bed. She unlocked
the diary and set the keys to the side. She was paranoid Buffy would find
her diary and read it thus finding out all about her secret life.
Today was, well pretty uneventful. The counselors are all going
whacko trying to get everyone to start thinking about college already. I'll
wait until closer to graduation to contemplate my future. Who knows, the
way things go in Sunnydale, the world could end before senior year so
really whats the point of contemplating a future I might not have. Besides
Superheroes don't go to college, do they? Unless it's Professor X's college
and I think maybe that's just a high school.
Ben Hatfield asked me out today. It's funny a year ago I would have
jumped at the chance to go out with him. I mean he is a total muffin and
cupcake and lots of other yummy pastries, but I don't know. I just didn't
want to. It sounds dumb but I'd much rather hang out in the cemeteries
with Spike. He's been so many places and seen so many things and besides
have you seen him? Muffin doesn't even begin to describe Spike. He's got
these washboard abs, sometimes I go to his crypt early just I can wake him
up and he'll answer the door without a shirt on, just his jeans and they
kind of ride low on his hips and he's got a great ass and his eyes, to die
for, I didn't know eyes came in that shade of blue. Ok, back on track, Ben
just seems like a kid when compared to Spike. And okay, I know technically
Spike is evil. I shouldn't like him, only he's not evil. He just likes to
pretend. I've never seen him do even one evil thing. Sure Buffy has told
me stories but I think she exaggerates. Besides if he were really truly
evil, she'd stake him. It's sort of her destiny.
I killed two more vampires tonight. One was a newborn, so I'm not
sure I'm going to add him to my kill count. I mean I didn't even let him
get out of the grave before I staked him but the other one was his
girlfriend and she was pretty good. I totally dusted her, of course, but
she got in some good punches. I might actually have a bruise on my chin
tomorrow, which means lying to Buffy and making up a school fight. Spike
says one of these days Buffy will wise up but I don't think so. The thing
about Buffy is she's pretty self involved with herself and how she's going
to save the world, or Sunnydale or whatever the current crisis seems to be.
If it's not a crisis then it's Angel. If she ever gets suspicious and
starts to grill me all I have to do is mention him and its instant mopage.
She totally forgets whatever it was that she was reaming me for. Honestly
though, I don't like to do that very often. It throws her into a funk for
Anyway, if I'm gonna pay attention in class tomorrow, yeah that's
going to happen. I better sleep. Maybe I'll have dreams about Spike. Night!