Chapter 5

 

      Dawn burst through the door, running up to Angelus and Spike. “I got it!” She tossed the book to Angelus.

      “Good work,” he praised her, beginning to look through the book. “They bought the whole story?”

      “Yup, it went off without a hitch. I threw in some tears and desperation for good measure. She believed me completely. Never once did she doubt me.”

      “Well you’re shaping up to be a great vampire, Dawn,” Angelus said, pulling her against him, nuzzling her neck. “Have I ever told you how much I want you?” he whispered in her ear.

      “Not lately,” she purred, turning her head toward his neck, giving him a light nip as she ran her hand down his chest.

      “Alright, so what does the book say?” Spike asked attempting to break up the intimate moment between the two. Angelus went back to the book.

      He stopped suddenly, somewhere in the middle of the book. He skimmed the few pages, quickly flipping through them. “It’s on another plane.”

      “Like we have to go to another dimension?” Spike asked.

      “Yeah, but that’s not all.” He continued to read through the passage over and over again. “It says that it’s protected by someone or something.”

      “What do you mean by something? Doesn’t it give any specific information as to who or what?” Dawn asked.

      “No, of course it doesn’t, because that would make it easier!” Angelus yelled in frustration. “Everybody knows we can’t have it be easy!”

      “How do we get to the other plane?” Dawn continued to ask questions.

      “We have to go to the heart of the Greek woods; it looks like we can reach the plane there.”

      “Are there multiple wooded areas or is there one in the center? We’re not going to have to go through all the woods are we?” Dawn asked, hopping that they weren’t going to have to traipse all around Grease looking for the heart.

      “I don’t remember,” Angelus answered, loosing his temper. Dawn looked to Spike.

      “Don’t look at me, I’ve never been there.”

      “When we reach ‘the heart’ how do we cross to the other plane?”

      Angelus looked frantically, “It doesn’t say!”

      “Are you sure?” Dawn asked calmly.

      “It doesn’t say!” Angelus threw the book across the room, it the wall with a ‘whack’ and fell to the floor. Angelus stormed off to his room in a huff, leaving Dawn and Spike alone.

      “Maybe I should go back to the Watcher’s headquarters, you know, for journals or something.”

      “Forget it, Bit, they would only tell you who or what brought the box over and how the Slayer sent it back. That’s if anyone ever brought it over anyway.” Spike rubbed the back of his neck, trying to relieve the stress that was beginning to take its toll on him.

      “I guess the only thing to do is to look over the text again and see if he missed anything.” She picked the book up from off the floor.

      Spike walked up behind her, running his hands down her arms. “I knew you workin’ with the Scoobies, doin’ all that research would pay off.” He kissed her cheek and moved down to her neck. She smiled at his comment. He was right, her research skills would come in handy at times like these, and the only problem now was that she only had one book with four pages of information.

      She looked over the pages and after a few minutes she slammed the book down on the table following with a, “That dork!” Spike turned his attention to her. “He gets all worked up, and he never reads, he’s all about the skimming!” She continued her rant all the way into Angelus’ bed room. She dropped the book on his chest, pointing to the paragraph on the page. “Right there! The center wood is a sensitive area, like a gateway or portal. You knock three times, on what I don’t know, and ask for an open passage way. Now the problem lies in that there are other dimensional planes in that area, it’s like a dimensional plane hotspot. They range in difference, some good, others not so good. We need to find a way to differentiate between them all; you can’t just knock three times and walk through.”

      Angelus looked at her shocked and surprised. “Wow. Wait,” his expression changed drastically, “did you call me a dork?”

      “Yes I did.”

      “Doesn’t matter,” he took her hand and pulled her down to sit on the bed. He kissed the top of her hand, then turned it over and kissed the palm. “You did a great job tonight.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, moving closer to her.

      “Thanks, Angelus.” She nuzzled against him, running her hands over the buttons on his shirt. He hiked her skirt up, noticing she was wearing very little under ware. Dawn began to unbutton his shirt, scrapping her finger nails down his bare chest as he groaned in response. “What if Spike comes in?” she asked before kissing him deeply and violently.

      “Don’t worry about Spike,” he said gruffly as he rolled her under him, ripping her panties out of the way. Dawn unbuckled his pants, freeing his manhood. He kissed her hard as he plunged into her just the same. “Dawn, I’ve wanted you since you were created.”

      She thrust against him harder in response. “God, Angelus!” She moved her head, biting his neck, as her orgasm rocked her body sending Angelus to climax.

      Angelus rolled off to the side and Dawn climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. “If what you say is true,” she scratched him down the chest, drawling blood, letting it run over his chest. “Why did it take you five months to do it?”

      “Oh, c’mon, Dawn, you were such a daddy’s girl when you were turned. You still kinda are, but you’re loosening up a bit.”

      “Daddy’s girl?” she asked, scratching him again, causing him to arch his back with the pain, moaning.

      “Harder next time,” he smiled up at her in anticipation for the next jolt of pain. “You know, really into your sire. Clinging to him only, paying absolutely no real attention to anyone else. A daddy’s girl.”

      He got his request. She scratched him much harder than the last time, across the face, getting up off him and leaving the room. “That’s the way to do it, Baby!” he called after her as she left, reaching up to wipe the blood from his face.

 

      Spike had sat out in the living room watching TV the whole time Dawn and Angelus were in the bedroom. He had tried to block out the sounds with it, but it hadn’t helped.

      Dawn walked into the room and stood there for a moment. Spike looked over to her, noticing that her outfit was wrinkled, he hair was tossed, and blood was dripping from her fingers, Angelus’ blood. She hung her head seeing the disappointed look in Spike’s eyes. Those eyes followed her as she walked in front of him of him and dropped to her knees, laying her head on his lap. “You know I don’t feel sorry,” she said breaking the silence created by the TV.

      “I know, Dawn. I’ve been a vampire for a lot of years,” he said with and understanding sigh.

      “I hate him though, I hate him a lot.” She lifted her head to look at him.

      “Welcome to my world.” He lifted up her right hand, looking at her fingers. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” He stood up, holding her hand. She followed him to the kitchen sink. He turned the water on hot and she stuck her hands under it. Dawn watched the blood run down the drain. She leaned back against him, turning to kiss his neck.

      “I love you, Spike,” she told him, just above a whisper.

      “I love you to, Dawn.”

      They went back to the living room, sitting down. Angelus walked by, ready to go out before sunrise. Spike glanced at him quickly, “What happened to you, lose a cat fight?”

      “Shut up, I’m going out. I’ll be back before sunrise. Do whatever you need to do to be prepared to leave for Grease tomorrow night.” He left slamming the door.