A Dish Best Served Cold 3
Hi My name is Death
Author: Xeelia
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn
Disclaimer: Joss owns, I play!
Summery: Dawn is ripe for the Scourge’s revenge.
Dawn sat in the bathroom shaking. Janice was dead, the fifth person who had come into contact with Dawn that had died in the last month. This was it though she just couldn’t let anyone else close to her.
Dawn cried as she thought of Kevin, the first boy to ask her out on a date. Of course Buffy had said she couldn’t go but still at least he had asked.
Buffy had dusted him a few nights later. She had told Dawn with tears in her eyes.
Turning the door handle on the bathroom Dawn accepted her friendless life.
Spike and the Scoobies were at a meeting and Dawn was home alone. She didn’t ask to go, she didn’t want to go, she didn’t want anyone else to turn up dead. She had just sat down a movie when someone knocked on the door. To Dawn’s surprise it was Angel.
She invited him and tried to shy away but he wouldn’t have any of that. He wanted to know what was wrong. Eventually she told him.
He invited her to go for a drive and against her instincts she agreed, it was a mistake she wouldn’t live to regret.
Dawn realized too late that the drive she took with Angel was actually a drive with the devil himself, Angelus. He knew exactly when she figured it out and dragged her from the car to the old mansion.
She struggled the best she could, but with little training and no super strength it was futile. She decided she wouldn’t cry, she wouldn’t scream. She should have known better.
She saw the cruel glint in his eyes as he went to turn the lock and she began crying, no one would find her here. She knew she had met her death.
Tears streamed down Dawn’s face as Angelus recount all the people who died when the came into contact with her. Janice, Kevin, Kit, her lab partner Sarah, the girl she was tutoring Marianna, her mother, her sister, they all died because of her, that is what Angelus said. She was the touch of death.
She was evil, Spike had been wrong. She caused those whom she touched to die. Her blood could stop the world from turning, and she hated herself for it.
Spike though she hadn’t killed him! Ah but Angelus reminded her, Spike was evil, just like her.
Everyone had lied to her, everyone told her she wasn’t evil, even Spike. Spike who told her stories and let her listen to outrageous bands and let her see movies Buffy wouldn’t, even he had lied. She whimpered.
Angelus snickered at her affections for the bleach blond and terror ran anew in her veins. Spike! No! He wouldn’t hurt Spike would he? Was it Spike’s turn to feel the anger of Angelus? All Dawn knew was that she had to warn him.
Angelus smiled. She knew then that he had learned something new about her, her unrequited love of Spike.
Dawn couldn’t fight any more. Angelus had proven his point. If the Scoobies cared they would have saved her by now, the mansion wasn’t exactly unknown to them. She agreed to even cruel and demeaning thing Angelus said about her. She let him bathe her and dress her.
The first click of the camera didn’t even phase her. She didn’t fight or struggle while Angelus kept turning her head this way and that for the photos. She didn’t understand why he was bothering, if the Scoobies didn’t bother to look for her why would they care if he killed her?
Dawn was so numb from the weeks of mental abuse from Angelus that she really didn’t think that anything could hurt her. She was wrong.
As Angelus bit her his fangs felt like fire scalding her flesh. He tore her throat and she screamed. It hurt more than anything she had even experienced. Tears flowed freely down her face but in the back of her mind she thought of the bliss of nothingness that was to come.
It was her turn to die, her gift to those she loved. She would be free.
Angelus chuckled and cut his wrist.
She felt Angelus’ bloody wrist on her mouth and for a moment tried to struggle, but he had warped her instincts, Dawn knew she needed to please him. Her mouth opened and she swallowed the coppery liquid. She knew it would turn her but somehow it didn’t matter, only making Angelus happy mattered.
She arose with a meal waiting for her. Vaguely she realized that this was Tara, her friend, the girl that was always nice to her but Angelus wanted her to feed and so she did. When she finished she felt good, her Sire was happy with her.
Xander cried and Anya shrieked as Dawn and Angelus walked openly into the Magic Box holding the corpses of Willow and Tara. Dawn giggled and her Sire petted her head grinning. In moments she had drained the ex-demon and stood watching as Angelus broke a few of Xander’s bones before killing him.
When Buffy walked in from the training room carrying a stake Dawn cocked her head to the side. She watched her sisters features twist with emotional pain, Dawn laughed turning to leave with her Sire, he kicked the dead body of Xander before following his new creation out.