IT Could Happen

Chapters 1-3 are here the rest will take some time to edit.

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. Disclaimer: I own nothing. Edited. Multi-Crossover Buffy/Forever Knight/Blade 2,3 I do not own any of the items that are mentioned in this fanfic. I had this idea about Dawn being a vampire.

Dawn is turned in Europe and taken away from Buffy for seven years. This is the story of what happens when Buffy tries to get her back.

It Could Happen.

Chapter 01

Dawn repeatedly threw her bruised body against her cherry wood coffin wall. The sealed lid did not seem to give up its air tight resistance. She kicked her long legs and her fingers clawed the wood above her, allowing blood to drip on her chest and face. Her skin on her fingers is beginning to peal back showing bone. Her fruitless cries could not be heard outside the airtight closed coffin. As her body shifted the coffin moved with her. Dawn could only feel hate for anyone who would even try to take her away from her master. Her long brown hair had tossed into to what looks like a rat’s nest soaked in blood. Her hair acted the same way Dawn felt as it dripped with her own blood. The pink left strap of her PJ’s top dangled and moved with her well shaped body. Her naked legs were covered in bruises as she moved and kicked the sides of the coffin. Even with no hope of escaping her coffin Dawn kicked and scratched.

Streams of blood trickled from her sore finger tips when she continued her assault on her coffin lid, again. Red gashes and drops of her own blood began to hit her face becoming a stream of blood down her cheek. The soft silk fabric beneath her only hindered her way out. She slipped several times trying to kick the coffin lid open. The silk begin to clang to her back making a slushy sound. Bang, Bang, Bang. Her fists hit the coffin making it jump. Her body turning and twisted in an effort to continue her assaults on the lid.

Buffy shouted from her perch on top of the coffin as her hands gripped the lid for dear life. “Willow, Do It Now!” Buffy fought the offending coffin as she rode it like a bucking bronco in with none of the flare of a Spanish bull fighter. She did not mean to shout but her fight with a coffin made her want to kill something. If only, the coffin could be vampire, she could stake it. The offending coffin held something that she wanted to keep safe. However, the object of her tireless hate is a coffin and not a vampire. The vampire inside needed to live. Buffy preyed that it would not be too late to save her vampire sister, Dawn.

It took all of her strength to hold it closed. Riding a coffin did not come with a manual. Coffin riding should be a sport for the most fit, Buffy decided for herself. Then, her head hit the ceiling of the car. The thonking noise could be heard by everyone in the car. If anyone had a pill to take the pain way right now she would kiss them. “Darn coffin! My head hurts.” One of her hand went to her head while the other gripped the coffin lid as she almost slid off.

Willow is in the passenger seat next to Spike. She looked through all her books for that spell that puts souls back into vampires. One of these days, she would have to write that spell down. The pages made their soft paper sounds as she sifted threw them.

She licked her lips and turned another page. Willow had insouled Angel before but she did not have a post-it note on the page. She secretly hoped that she would never again have to insoul another vampire one more time. The mere power of the act of insouling a vampire made her thirst for more power.

Spike drove like a mad man. This could have been because a coffin is hitting the back of his seat. He would have rather drove the U-Haul(TM) that had Dawn’s clothes in it but Angel chose to drive that vehicle. If he knew what was going to happen, he would have insisted to spend more time with Faith in the U-Haul(TM). The coffin did not leave much space to drive a car.

His legs were crunched up against the steering wheel. He is wondering if his legs would tighten up sending them into the innocent trucker ahead of them. Spike shifted for tenth time against his seat. The coffin had hit him in the back, again.

Willow held up an orb as high as she could trying not to scrap her knuckles on the roof of the car, she failed. “Spike, stop driving like that!” As she tried to keep a hold on the orb she started to chant. Her fingers kept a firm grip on the orb as she bounced up and down in the passenger set. Her hands started to sweat as the energy from her body and the orb activated. Being hit on the head with a glass orb right at this second would not be the best idea.

An activated magical item could even kill her if used correctly. Willow even found out that a simple warming charm might burn a hole thought her hand if she did not wear gloves to activate it. This was no warming charm. Orbs could be unpredictable and easily used for evil.

Yes, Willow knew evil. She hoped that her body is pure enough to make such a pure soul like Dawn’s return. Pure souls like Dawn’s where reserved for heaven not earth. Would the evil that posses Dawn fall away and give into the light? Willow gripped harder onto to the now sweaty orb.

Angel tried to keep his eyes on the road as rain pound the roof of the U-Haul(TM). It is hard to believe how everyone would fit into that car, least of all with a coffin ahead of him. Also, with Buffy’s temper, he did not complain about his pick of vehicle to drive.

He almost jumped in the U-Haul. Faith had slipped into the U-Haul when no one was looking. Neither of them wanted to suffer the wraith of Buffy.

Faith called Spike on her cell phone and left the message. “Spike, there must be one pot-hole that you did not hit, yet.” Faith wanted to get comfortable but Angel had turned the radio station. She could not stand his choice of station. Her mind could not help be fixed on the car ahead of them. Faith had been told for the second time to keep her boots on the floor and not out the window. Angel did not want her being comfortable in a situation like this one. At least, that is what Faith told herself.

The car swerved as the coffin hit the back of Spike’s seat. By this time, he wanted to smash the coffin open and tell Dawn to stop. He could not bring himself to face Dawn. He did not want to hurt her. “Buffy keep that lid tight.” Spike said as he tried to focus on the road. He did not want to think about how no one could save Dawn from being saved. Even more so, he did not want to think about how long it took them to try to save her.

Willow continued chanting until a light exited from her mouth. Her eyes black, her skin pale and words echoed as the orb glowed. “Willow we can’t have her going back to her, Master,” Buffy said. The light that exited Willow did not seem to be hindered by the roof of the car. The light became a beckon for the supernatural. Tonight, a soul would enter back into a vampire. Dawn would have a soul even if Willow would have to give up her own sanity.

Willow added some words to the spell as the light left the car with an even brighter light. If the spell worked, Dawn would have a soul. Not only would she have a soul, Dawn and her master would not know each other. Dawn would not even sense his presents.

Inside the coffin, Dawn felt her soul entering her body and all went silent. She proceeded to faint from the loss of blood. Dawn’s body felt cold and hot at the same time. Her eyes rolled back as her fingers continued to drip blood.

Flashback-----------7 years ---

This is the first time Dawn had ever experienced Europe. Her mind had been filled with stories about unknown artists painting on the streets. Her art teacher told her that someone might even paint her picture.

What would she say when she came back with a painting? Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she thought of all the fabulous sights she would find. First, Dawn and Buffy went to the hotel to drop of their luggage.

Buffy and Dawn brought their sketch books with them. They debated on what they wanted to paint more. “Dawn, we are going to have fun.” Buffy seemed to want to convince herself that a slayer could have fun without killing vampires.

Dawn smiled and took out her ebony pencil. “Ok, you be my first model.” She had not decided what to paint, yet. Drawing the picture first seemed the best way to start instead of carrying all of her painting gear with her.

Buffy tossed her hair acting like a high class model. Her high heals hit the pavement with a scratching sound. “This is my better side.” She sat down and crossed her legs to the side.

Dawn giggled and started to draw her sister’s picture. “Perfect.” It took a few minutes but by that time a waiter had given them free tea for a different picture of him Dawn was done. This was the perfect place to paint.

Dawn sketched a picture of the waiter. Buffy sipped her tea like a queen. “Is this not lovely?” She batted her eye lashes. Buffy smiled and walked out the door like a run way model. Dawn smirked as she held her sketch book to her chest.

At the hotel, to the left of Dawn a man whispered, “Mam-.” Before, Dawn could turn around a man stole her away to a place unknown. Her sketchbook dropped to the floor.

“I will take care of you my kitten.” Night fell early and Dawn found herself with some stranger. He put some sort of trance on her and she found that she did not want to move. He is the most hansom man in the world and he wanted her. This mind trick worked well with so many.

Her mind became overwhelmed with thoughts that made her blush. Did men often do this to pretty young women? “We will be home, soon.”

He leaned over and kissed her neck. His fangs pierced her skin and she drank from his exposed wrist. “Soon, my Kitten we will be home.”

Her body relaxed against him as she slipped into darkness.

End of flashback

Chapter two

That exciting flashback sequence is not last time Dawn thought of her sister, Buffy. Dawn thought about Buffy while she ate her first meal with her Master but that did not count. Dawn wanted to keep a happy memory of her sister. Dawn is parcel to the memories of her sister sleeping next to her. She could feel safe in her sister’s arms. Yes, that is the memory that would often frequent her dreams.

It did take Buffy some time to convince herself that Dawn needed saving. Dawn had always wanted her freedom and sneaking out of the house to visit Spike use to be Dawn’s choice of escape. Did she do such a bad job rising Dawn? Buffy’s mind wanted to say, “No.”

However, becoming a vampire would be the only way to have freedom in the Summers’s household. Eventually, Buffy decided own her own that she had to put Dawn’s soul back in Dawn’s body.

Buffy’s stomach turned when she realized she had left her sister with a master vampire for so many years. How could she leave someone she loves with a vampire? How could she have trusted her with Spike all those times? Was Spike even considered a master vampire?

Buffy someone who could sense that there is a vampire in any coffin felt heart broken. Buffy is the slayer…she is suppose to slay vampires not be related to them. In this coffin, lay her sister. Buffy could not smell the blood that dripped from her sisters fingers but she hoped beyond hope that when she opened the coffin her sister lay there not some monster.

As the flashback ended, the lid of the coffin opened slightly and flask of blood is dropped on Dawn’s stomach. Blood dripped onto the flasket covering it will sticky drops of blood. “Drink!” The voice sounded a lot like Spike’s voice but the car ride became more then a major distraction for the young vampire. He is driving after all but Dawn would not know that. He could be anywhere near the coffin, Dawn would not be able to tell. She could only sense that he is near.

The coffin rocked as the car swerved. Dawn took the small flask that fell on her stomach and proceeded to drank. Dawn could not help but wonder if the car had a satellite tracking device so that it could hit every pothole in the area. Maybe, ON-Star(TM) is the real reason that Spike could not drive. Trying to talk to some machine and drive at the same time could cause an accident. However, that conclusion could never be proven, given her current situation. The small flask of blood could be no match for all the blood she lost. Her skin appeared to be pale and skeletal. Her coffin smelled of her own blood. Buffy’s plan is to remain on the coffin until the ride, no the car, comes to a complete stop. “This coffin is hurting my butt.” Her butt felt as if some had beaten her with a 2 x 4. She shifted only to feel even more pain. Buffy kept her eyes on the coffin.

Willow let a nervous giggle escape her mouth. After, chanting her voice became horse and scratchy. The laugh that escaped her lips seemed to say could this trip be any more disturbing? “Are we there, yet?” She tried to look more comfortable. The orb seemed to be a normal crystal ball, again.

As they arrived, they found they were being watched by a security system. It looked like they would have to activate it to receive entry into the building. The rain had stopped only a minute before allowing them to see the stars and a brightly lit moon. The building looked much bigger than they first pictured but this would not have to house them only Dawn.

Buffy did not want to leave her sister with strangers but she could not face her sister at all. She could not and would not see her Dawn’s face change. Buffy could not let herself say that long.

Angel pushed the button. “Hello, is anyone there?” Then, he let go of the button. He watched as Buffy stared at the coffin as if it was going to grow legs and walk.

The others waited for a reaction from the machine as if it could be the answer to all their problems. They hoped she would be safe with the Night Stalkers. The Night Stalkers are a group that hunts down vampires and kills them. From Willow and Giles’s research they were the best choice to take care of Dawn. They would have enough weapons to kill her if something went wrong. Faith and Buffy could not stand if anything went wrong. They would have to trust the Night Stalkers to do the right thing.

The machine made a, “shh...”, sound and a man answered. “We were expecting you earlier?”

Angel talked to the box, again. “Where do we put her things?” He watched as Faith put her feet out window.

“I will open the doors and you can fallow me.” The man said. “Thanks, we have two vehicles.” Angel replied.

Once, both of the vehicles were parked, everyone left the safety of the car and the U-Haul(TM). They did not hurry to get read of Dawn.

Everyone shared the burden of carrying most of Dawn’s stuff in to the home. Buffy lugged Dawn’s coffin around on her back. She tried to look like she moved coffins every day. Buffy did not need anyone trying to mess with the coffin. If some one dropped the coffin Buffy would be in a state of shock.

An image of Buffy moving coffins for a living popped into Buffy’s mind. Then, she shook her head. Buffy hoped her future involved having children one day not moving coffins for the rest of her life.

All of the residents of the home looked at all the suit cases that they were bring it into the house. A large supply of clothing is an identifier that Dawn is a Summers.

Buffy and Dawn both have large wardrobes and small closets. Dawn always guessed it to have something to do with magic. What sort of magic? She did not have any idea. “When do we get the pleasure of meeting her?” The man inquired. The man seemed to think she was some sort of prize puppy that he had purchased. Vampires are not prizes to anyone. Vampires are killers. Who would want to have one of those?

“Just, put that in the room down the hall with the rest of her stuff.” Another man pointed down the hall. Sure, he lived here so he figured everyone knew their way around the building.

Buffy put the coffin down in a room as she was instructed. Some members of the Night Stalkers fallowed her to make sure she had gone to the right room. The instructions where not the specific and Buffy might have gotten lost or so they though. “She’s in the coffin.”

Buffy did not flinch as she said this but only watched the coffin than faced one of the people that had fallowed her.

The man looked shocked. “That looks heavy miss.” He might have asked to help her if she had not already lightened her load.

“Not for me.” Buffy informed the man. She gave one of her best smiles. It meant nothing but she did not care. The vampire in the coffin still sent chills up her spine. How could she do this to her own sister? How could she leave her here?

Spike looked over at the man. “I know I look all girly carrying these suit cases.” This was not something he would say before but he could not help it. The suit cases made him look like he fancied guys.

The suit cases had little kitten on them and cute little puppies. Those suit cases were Dawn’s favorites when she was a little girl. This is one of the reasons Dawn tried to keep Buffy out of her stuff. The other reasons, were clothing that Dawn had stolen.

Buffy could not even bring herself to return the stolen items. Everything reminded her of Dawn.

“Are you sure this is all part of the agreement?” King stated. King knew that Abby had made an agreement threw a friend who knew Andrew. Since, Andrew had saved her from a bully once when she was seven they became friends.

They both had moved away but they still kept in touch. He liked telling her stories of the slayer and she like listening to him talk. At least, someone did like to hear him talk.

“Yes.” Buffy patted the coffin as if it was a new car. They would take the coffin as is no take backs. Here is your lemon, live with it.

Abigail(I am going to call her Abby from now on) and King looked a bet startled. How were they going to handle something like this in their home? Abby hoped Andrew was only joking when he asked if they could store a vampire.

She remembered laughing and telling him to bring the vampire over. Now, they were going to store a vampire. Suddenly, Abby did not feel like laughing.

Two days ago, there was a note in the mail that read:

Dear Night Stalkers,

We would like to congratulate your on you recent victory in the future. It has come to my attention that you will soon be lacking some partners. We would like to extend our deepest apologies to the survivors. Since, you will be in need of a babysitter for you ward Zoe, we are pleased to say that we are can help you. A friend of ours happens to have a young lady that can protect the young girl. Her primary goal will be to help out, Zoe. When, the young lady gets there it is your job to give her this assignment. She may appear to be out of her element with the three of you, or more, but she will fit right-in.

Her name is Dawn Summers, do not try to hurt her or her sister will be very angry. This is a gift, take it well.

Thanks,

Wolfram and Hart

Angel

This letter came as a shock because there had been no battle. What was Wolfram and Hart saying? They knew something.

King looked like his is going to loose his jaw on the floor. “Vampires.” He stared directly at Angel and Spike.

Spike nodded. ”I really miss the fear in a human’s eyes.” He only glanced over him. Spike was no long the vampire he claims to be.

Angel did not look amused. “I am here to deliver this coffin.”

The vampire could fell the fear radiated off the walls of every room. Normally, they would love this feeling but not today. Today, Dawn would be turned over to strangers.

Buffy walked in front of them. “If you hurt her, I will have your head. Do you hear me? Angel this is a bad idea.” She pointed at him. Buffy did not want to give up her sister.

Faith spoke up as she relaxed against the wall. “Come down, B, I am sure little Dawny can manage a babysitting job.” She put her hand on Buffy’s shoulder. Faith did not want Buffy to kill any innocents that were not begging for death. Something about begging bothered Faith.

Faith realized she forgot something. “I will be in the truck getting more of Dawn’s things.”

Buffy looked at them with authority. “The instructions are all here. If I hear that any of you tempted her with human blood I will kill you myself. She is only allowed animal blood.”

They looked at where the coffin had been placed. “She is not going to kill us when we open it?”

The mare presents of a coffin seemed to alert their senses. They did not want anyone near Zoe. Zoe had to be protected.

Angel smirks. “No,” in truth he did not know the answer. He hoped Dawn would try to meditate for a while before she ventured out to see the humans. Angel and Spike leave then Faith enters the room. “This is the last of it?” Faith set the bags up next the coffin.

“You don’t strike me as your every day vampires.” King tried not to make Faith upset.

Faith did not upset easily. Oh, strake that, Faith would love to kill him if she had the chance.

Faith looked at the coffin and touched the hood. “Your sister loves you.” Then, she looked at King. “I am not a vampire; even if I was it would not be wise to hit on me.” Faith would use him up like a tissue in a box and leave him naked wanting more if she so choose.

He looked at her with a shocked expression. “You’re a familiar?”

To his knowledge, a woman this good looking would be turned and not kept as a pet. In this city she would not have to wait in line.

“I am not going to let any vampire stick a mark on me. Don’t try to turn her human or some shit like that.” This is a threat. He knew a threat when he saw one.

The people in the house looked at each other. They did not know how these people new they had a cure and did not want to ask. Apparently, these people knew what is going on more than the Night Stalkers could have known.

Spike walked back in to check on Dawn. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her. “Is she up yet?” Spike really wanted to get one more glance at Dawn.

He blamed himself for not being beside her all the time. Spike did not want to see the vampire Dawn. He wanted to see Dawn.

Faith shook her head, “No.” Faith could not stand seeing any vampire act like this. Vampires are supposed to not care.

He watched the humans then said, “Tell her, I care about her.” He did not want to cry in front of the humans or Faith. Spike would wait until he could be alone to cry.

“Spike, this is hard enough.” Faith felt a little pull of her heart. How could Buffy leave Dawn? She held back the tears. Tough vampire slayers did not cry. She kissed her finger than touched coffin. “Dream happy dreams.” Faith could not say anything more. She felt like Dawn had died all over again.

They left Dawn all alone with those people. King was about to leave the room when he heard the coffin carefully open. He turned around to see a girl pop her head out the coffin. He grabbed a hold of Abby’s hand. Then, he looked at the note that they had received days ago. “It is Dawn, right?”

Chapter 03

The lid of the coffin slams tight before the two could see any more of the figure in font of them. Dawn just could not bring herself to look at the humans. She waited for the two to leave the room until she finally passed out again. Whoever, these people were she did not want to be seen by them.

Dawn could smell blood on her and even worse rushing though the veins of those two people who had seen her for only a second.

She awoke an hour later to a home that seemed silent so, she decided to leave her coffin. As she inspected her coffin, she found a note in a hidden compartment. It told her, her mission and what is going on. Some coffins had drawers in them so that the body can not be mixed up in a shuffle of other coffins. This helped in earthquakes, landslides and flash floods.

Dawn did not want to go thought any of the three. Her coffin could be destroyed. She would have to work for days to get the blood stains out of that coffin. A chore of that size might require a sander and a good polish.

She saw her fingers and she felt bile rising up to her mouth. Disgusting, Dawn needed to feed and soon. Her hands shook with anticipation.

Her P.J’s still looked bloody; she decided to find a bathroom then she would search for something to drink. Which she hoped would be in one of those suit cases near her coffin. Before venturing further, she would have to look thought her things and find a new shirt. Moving around any home with blood covering her did not make her feel clean at all.

She found several things that she would need. Not only did she find a shirt, she found a red mini refrigerator that held enough blood for the time being. Dawn deduced that this must have been Angel’s idea. He did not seem too bad now that she is undead. Mini-frigs belonged in college dorms not vampire’s rooms. Oh, well. What more could a seven year old vampire ask for?

Deciding to take some clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste with her to the bathroom, she found her way rather quickly for a person who did not live there. After, her shower and her teeth were brushed she looked to her left only to see a little girl staring at her. The little girl just stood there. “You must be Zoe.” Zoe only nodded her head. Dawn sized the little girl up and asked her if she needed to use the bathroom. “I will leave the bathroom to you.” Dawn had read the letter, this had to be Zoe.

Zoe had never seen the woman before but she did not care too much because when you have to go you have to go.

Dawn left the bathroom in order to check-out the other parts of the home. After all, she is not a slob. She held her bloody clothes close to her in her hand. The blood is dry and not dripping with blood. The blood appeared only to be still damp in places.

She watched as a man slept near a window. It would have been a better situation for her if everyone in the house had name tags. He just laid there but she knew better than to get closer.

Humans seemed to get scared around vampires and she wanted to get something to drink first before she tested her communication skills with a human. Showing all her fangs in front of a human might get her killed or she might not be able to stop herself from killing that human.

She walked around and found all the doors closed. As she passed that guy’s sleeping arrangement, she found that he was not there. She shrugged her shoulders and moved towards what she found is the kitchen.

So far, she smelled a few more people in the house. She left the kitchen in order to have a better look at the grounds.

Upon her return, she found that man who had been sleeping. He looked to be reading the paper. She quickly passed him to get some blood from her room and a cup that read, “I like Garfield more than you do.” This is a cup that Willow slipped into her bag to give Dawn a good laugh. Dawn did love Garfield comics a lot. She even went trick or treating as Garfield as a child. Dressing as a male cat is ok when you are 4 years old.

She fixed the drink, only to return to the kitchen to see him no longer reading the paper but eating. Dawn wondered what he was thinking. She had not touched a human in a long time, while not without wanting to kill them.

Thinking it would be best, if she knew everyone’s sent up close, she sat down next to him. This would be good for future reference to house members.

He watched her move though out the room with her mystery cup of blood. He did not relax when she leaned over sniffed him. Not a close up sniff but it was a silent sniff that frightened him.

King did not have a gun on him. He did not expect her to be up. Did she want to feed on him? He stiffened in his chair.

He could now see the liquid in her cup and it is definably red. This woman might want to kill him, if he is not careful. He shifted in his seat for the second time.

Dawn could see that he looked uneasy about her trying to sniff him. It has become a habit that she needs to break. Humans did not like to be sniffed. She reached over to take a look at the newspaper to see the date and the man grabbed her. She jumped off of her set.

What is he planning? She should have stayed in her coffin. Although, it was not her coffin, it was something to keep her in until she arrived at this place. “eep.” She had jumped out of fear but sat back down. How good were these hunters? She should have not tested them or him.

Dawn pulled back away from him forcing her body to slide off her seat. Looking up at him she remembered that she had left her mug on the table. Dawn cursed her luck. Would he hit her with it? Would it hurt?

These people might want to torch her just to have their own vampire fire light. How stupid could she get? That grip that he had on her a second ago seemed strong, too strong for human. Why did Buffy leave her here?

He lost his hold on her when she looked like she is going to panic. The though of a vampire being afraid is laughable. Here, she was falling on the ground in fear and he did see fear as it flashed across her face.

She scouted across the kitchen floor cursing her self again for being so stupid. Dawn saw him pick up her glass. However, she flinched and closed her eyes when he preceded to hand it to her.

Her body started to shake as his hand touched hers. Would he beat her up like her sister had done to her, when Buffy found her? It is Dawn’s own fault for being so weak. She should have fought her sister but she loved her too much. He gripped onto her hand and pulled her into standing position. Her eyes shot open. “You stay back.” She pointed at him like her fingers posses some magical force shield or a gun. He put her mug in front of her. She sniffed it just incase he had poisoned it.

Quickly, she pulled it away from him and held it close to her chest. She tried not to shake so bad as to spill the liquid. She knew it had to be animal blood. Angel or her sister would only allow her to drink animal blood.

Against, her better judgment she took a small sip. That was all it took for her eyes to change. The look of shear horror crossed his face. Would he attack her? She cursed again under her breath.

If he was going to attack with a weapon it could possibly be now. She did not see a weapon but he could have one. He might try to stick her with a something or tie her down.

Living on a Hellmouth for long periods of time changes a person. All the vampires there were twisted by its’ unearthly spell. Her eyes glowed and her feature fought to change. The Hellmouth liked to have control, even when it had no right to do so. Her master noticed this too but when she told him he understood.

She decided that taking that slip should not have happened. She growled at him as he braced for an attack that did not come.

He did not have any stakes on him. Clearly, she seemed to want to fight. He would be vampire meat, if he did not do something fast.

She backed up ready to pounce if he came any closer. Dawn did not know when his attack would happen but she wanted it to be soon. Her eyes changed back. He tried to distract her. “If you wanted the paper that bad you should have asked.” Dawn tried to understand and remembered the paper. This all started when she sniff him and looked at the paper.

She did not expect him to try to joke with her. He had helped her up from the floor. However, he did grab her arm making her very upset. She tried to make scene out of the situation.

Also, he did hand her some blood. Maybe this man wanted to be pleasant to her. She did reach for the paper without asking. This could just be a misunderstanding. Dawn moved closer but notices his body tense up. She drank the rest of the mug as quickly as possible and tried to cover her face. No sense in wasting blood even if it is Animal blood.

Dawn decided to trust him a little besides he does live here. Her becoming paranoid that someone would stake her could leave her at risk. “I saw you sleeping.” She wanted to lighten the mood. At this moment he did smell like a free meal but she did not test that thought. He might try to kill her.

He did not know what to think. “I do that.” There was no smile but Dawn thought she felt a bet of sarcasm.

She could still smell fear but a different smell seemed to come into the room. That little girl from the bathroom is now staring at her. “Are you staying with us?” The voice is of Zoe. She had seen her near the bathroom.

Dawn turned to the little girl. Zoe must have decided to take a bath because she smelled so sweet. The man inched his way as fast as he could over to the little girl but it is not fast enough. Dawn being a vampire does have a slight advantage. She knelt down to the little girl’s level. “I will stay as long as you need me, Zoe.”

Dawn smiled without showing any of her fangs. Little girls did not need to be told of vampires. Vampire should stay in horror films. Even then, this girl would not be old enough to watch without an adult present.

The man tensed when he heard the woman say the little girl’s name. Zoe was not scared but she did not know who she was talking to. “Could you help me with my hair?” Zoe twilled her wet hair around her small fingers.

She looked at the little girl’s hair. It is a simple request. “I could put you hair into a French braid,” Buffy had played with Dawn’s hair for hours. This was Dawn’s favorite game as a child. Tea parties might have been the norm for most children but beauty salon was always her cup of tea.

Zoe clapped her hands together. Dawn sat her mug down on the table and Zoe pulled her into the other room. The man fallowed the two of them. Dawn is vampire after all.

Zoe showed her all her cute little hair-ties and she settled for one that had a butterfly on the end. Dawn smiled as the girl waited for her hair to be braided. “Hold still, I want this to be strait.” The little girl did not move until it was over. Then, Dawn put a smaller tie on it in order for it to hold. “Yah, I look so good.” Dawn laughed out loud for the first time in a long time being careful to cover her mouth. This little girl is an innocent after all. “Oh, Lady Zoe you are so lovely. All the princes of the village will flock to your feet.” Dawn gave a small bow.

The little girl smiled and hugged her. Dawn froze. The little girl was close when Dawn braided Zoe’s hair but this is too close, even for a vampire with a soul.

The man saw Dawn’s change in emotion but did nothing to stop the little girl from her embrace. Dawn changed a little right then and hugged the little girl a little tighter. When the hug was over Dawn covered her face so that the little girl would not get scared.

“Are you crying? Is it something that I did?” The little girl looked hurt. The man in the door walked closer to Zoe in order to protect Zoe.

She tried to change back and forced the change to happen. “I will never be a pretty as you, Lady Zoe.” Dawn tried to act all hurt. But, in reality she is hurting. Why couldn’t she get to baby-sit and not want to feed on the little girl? Her heart felt as if it was being ripped out.

The little girl took her hand. “You are pretty.” The little girl liked this game. It stared her as the most beautiful princess.

The game could not last even though Dawn had just drank some blood, the knowledge that such an easy kill was right in front of her is hard to resist. “Then, I will be off to bed to get some much needed sleep.” She left so that she did not attack the girl.

What would have happened if that guy was not here to protect the little girl? Could she be able to control her demon? It was a very bad idea to come here. As soon as she left the room, she changed into her vampire form. She could not help it. There is something about the innocent that made her demon want to kill them.

Everything is happening too fast. How is a vampire supposed to baby-sit a little girl? She covered her face as she notice the man moved closer. If he saw he would hate her. He would not understand. She did not understand. Her hands covered most of her face and if she did not move too much he would not see her. It was hard to change back when humans were near. He walked right in font of her. “Are you crying?”

She shook her head. “No, I am just fine.”

The man did not seem to by any of that. She must be crying. “What is wrong? The note did not say anything about you being emotional.”

She shook her head. “I am fine. Go.”

He held onto her arms. “There must be something wrong.”

She tried to control herself. A human is touching her. Even with a soul, her demon wanted to a snack. “Too close. Go away.” Dawn became scarred and backed up into the wall but in doing so she took him with her.

“You will tell me what is going on.” He pulled on her arms so that he could comfort her.

Her hands were free from her face. His eyes stared at her in shear horror. “Do not be so jumpy, I am not allowed to kill any member of this team.”

“That statement would be more convincing if you did not look like you were going to attack.”

“I will try again.” She concentrated then closed her eyes. Her features then became normal for a human. Normal meaning that she did not have fangs. “I am Dawn Summers.”

“Hannibal King.” He did not get his name out in one breath. She was scary after all. Most vampires could not stand to look at her less a human.

Dawn gave a look of concern. She needed to know what is really going on. Did her sister plan for these people to kill her? “Do you know how long I am to stay here? Did my sister tell you?”

He knew nothing about her staying for a long period of time. King could not give her a certain answer. “No to both questions.”

“She must be ashamed of me. I can’t believe she would do this to me. My demon is screaming for something to kill. I need some time to myself.” He did not know how to react. He was use to a b*tchyer vampire trying to give him orders not her.

She left to go to her room. She tried to organize her things and not think about the guy that tried to make her feel more comfortable.

Meeting two members of the household could not have been worse but at least she did not die. Dawn found some thing to wear for tomorrow. Then, she went to sleep on the floor after scrubbing her coffin to get red of the blood.

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