Dawnty's Inferno Part 1: Blackmail, It's Not Just For Creatures of the Night
Author: Jerri Cocke
Summary: Dawn wants something that Spike has. She has something that
he wants. Wanna Make a Deal!
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, I own none. If you have, take. If not,
ask.
Dedication: To Dawnty for the use of her name. And to Jack for great
beta work.

Dawn had a scowl on her pretty face. She hated having a big sister.
Just because Dawn had told Buffy about Spike's feelings, The Great
and Powerful Slayer had gone and had Tara and Willow uninvite him
from the house. As if that wasn't bad enough, she had forbidden her
to go anywhere near the bleached blonde vampire. Now, that just
sucked. Spike was way cool. He told her stories, he listened to her.
When everyone else had lied to her, he had been straight with her. He
understood Buffy was just so...so...well she didn't know just what to
call her right then, but she'd think of something. And if Her
Highness, Queen Buffy thought that she was going to stay away from
Spike, she had another think coming.

Carefully, the 14 year old packed a stake and cross into her jacket's
pockets. She would show Buffy, she'd show them all. Quietly, she
locked her door, turned off the light, and climbed out the window.
Dawn made her way carefully down the trellis and set off for one of
Sunnydale's numerous cemeteries.

Dawn picked her way through the tombstones, flinching when she heard
a noise behind her. She spun around to see...Spike, leaning on a
tree, cigarette in hand, and a quizzical look on his chiseled
face. "So, Pet, snuck out again, have you? And what is big sister,
slayer, gonna say?"

"Don't know, don't care."

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"I just want to hang with you. I...you treat me like a real person.
Not like I'm some mystical thing. You seem to understand me, what I'm
dealing with. I want to patrol with you."

"Now, Pet, if the slayer finds you with me, you know that she'll try
to put a stake in me. I don't fancy fitting in a dust buster."

"She won't find out from me. I promise Spike. Please, please, let me
hang with you?" The tiny brunette pouted at him with all the talent
he'd seen the Slayer use from time to time.

"Now, Kitten, there's lots of bad things loose in Sunnydale after
dark. I might protect you from some of them, but that's not true for
the bloody humans who are bad. I can't even protect myself from
them."

"But, Spike," she whined in her best 'I'm gonna get what I want
voice.'

"Sorry Luv, but I don't see any upside for me in this. Besides
Buffy'll slay me for my troubles." He flashed a killer grin at the
teenager. "'Sides, Pet, where I plan on going, you can't follow."

"Why not?"

"Cause, Willy's don't let you in without an I.D. Or a set of fangs.
You don't qualify on either count. Now be a good girl and let me take
you home."

"Spike, you want something out of it to make it worth your while to
take me with you, right?"

"Pet, I hate to break it to you, but you don't have anything I want."

"Yes I do," she said in a sing-songy voice.

"And what would that be, little girl?" he asked with a sigh.

She smirked at the vampire. "An invitation."

Spike stiffened as he felt something. He stepped in front of Dawn as
four minions rushed at them. He felt a rush of unmitigated joy as he
blocked the first punch and kicked the second in the stomach. He
threw himself into the brawl, being careful to keep the mortal
between him and a tombstone. He let all his frustration go as he
snapped first one, then two, then the third neck. The fourth he
pulled against his body, grabbing his hair with one muscled hand,
exposing his throat. With a growl, he sank his teeth into the
minion's jugular, draining him and throwing away the dry husk. He
turned back to the frightened teenager and found her standing with a
stake in one hand and a cross in the other. "Hells below, Kitten, put
that bloody cross away!"

Dawn slowly put the cross back into her pocket, still clutching the
stake, "Spike," she said with a shiver, "You're still all 'grrr.'"
Her fingers made quotation marks in the dead night air.

"Sorry, Pet." He concentrated on smoothing his features, resuming his
handsome mask. "Are you all right?" She nodded. "Okay, it's time for
me to take you home."

"But, Spike--"

tbc
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