FIC - Sassy (part 2)

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Dawn groaned when she woke up in her room at the inn. She was a little confused. She could not recall how she had gotten back there, and she had a headache. It also felt like a lot of time had gone by. The last thing she remembered was being in an alley with Damon Salvatore. Dawn pondered for a moment before deciding to get out of bed. She gasped when she rolled to the side and found herself nearly nose to nose with Damon.

“I talked to your sister last night. She seems really uptight. But maybe that was just her phone voice.”

Dawn blinked. “Wh-what?”

“Your sister Buffy called. She wanted to know what I had done with you. I told her nothing… yet.”

“You are in big trouble,” Dawn snapped as she attempted to roll out of the opposite side of the bed.

Didn’t work. He grabbed her middle and pulled her back against his chest.

“How’s that?” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

Dawn shivered. She couldn’t help it. There must be something very wrong with her because she was really enjoying the guy that maybe wanted to kill her holding her this close. There was no denying she was attracted to him, but that did not mean she had to give into it.

This was interesting to him. Damon could tell she wanted him, but she did not want to want him. It was causing her turmoil. He might be able to use that here.

She made a frustrated growling noise and pulled herself away from him and out of the bed.

“Because now my sister’s going to kill you.”

He propped himself up on an elbow. It really was tragic that he was undead - because he made such an appealing picture in that pose. He was also very charming.

“She another little hunter like you?”

Dawn’s temper flared. “No, jackass, she’s a vampire slayer.”

Damon sat up abruptly. “What?”

“My sister is a vampire slayer. She used to be the vampire slayer, in fact.”

He knew this story. Other vampires had mentioned it, and at one time even Katherine had mentioned it. Because of what was going on at the time he’d been turned, several slayers had popped up in the southern states then. In fact, Damon had nearly had a run in with the infamous Lucy Hanover back in the day when he was still fairly new and stupid. His lack of self preservation back then had nearly made him another notch is sweet Miss Hanover’s stake.

But the one this woman was talking about was infinitely more dangerous. Lucy Hanover was driven, but this one was more than that. Vampires everywhere talked about her. A little blonde with the last name Summers who had helped create an army. Now there was not just one girl - there were many. It was not too long ago that her and hers had wiped our dozens of nests in Italy.

“Son of a bitch.”

“No,” Dawn corrected. “I told you - sister to one.”

He moved quickly, and Dawn winced as her back slammed into the wall. When she could catch her breath again, she needed to remember to ask him why he kept feeling the need to do that with her.

Damon liked to think himself pretty clever, so he needed to be smart enough not to bring down the thunder here - which he could by tangling with the sister of a slayer. He just needed to send sweet sister on her merry way.

But he didn’t want to.

She seemed like she could be fun, and he did like to have fun. She also seemed like she could be a lot of the kind of fun he especially liked too.

“What are you doing here?” he snapped.

When she did not answer quickly enough, he pulled her forward slightly then smacked her against the wall again.

Dawn punched him, and while he was reeling from the shock of her doing that, she came at him with the other fist, getting a solid hit to the throat. Then her foot somehow hit him in the chest. The heel of the boots she had on stung, too.

Damon grabbed her with a snarl, his eyes going dark. She got out a bit of a scream before he could get a hand over her mouth. They grappled, and it was a bit embarrassing how he could not subdue her. He could feel her fear, though. She was finally frightened, and a part of him liked that someone who seemed so fearless was panicking because of him.

They fell onto the bed, Dawn going down face first and Damon landing on her. His arm was across her back at her shoulder blades holding her down. Her face was pressed into the bedding, and Dawn could not breathe very well, so she really started panicking. She was thrashing violently. She screamed into the bedding, hoping this was not going to be how she went out. Dawn had always thought her death would occur with a bit more grandeur. Like in an epic battle, like Anya or Kendra.

He could hear her heart hammering, and the frantic movements of her hands against the bed told him she could not breathe very well with her face pressed down and the weight of him lying on her. Damon moved quickly and flipped her onto her back. He settled on her, making her mostly immobile. He managed to cover her mouth before she could get a sound out. Her eyes were wide and defiant. He knew she was scared, but she was still challenging him with her eyes. Damon was a little surprised by how much he sort of liked it.

“I’m going to move my hand and you are not going to scream.”

She was glaring.

“Nod if you understand.”

Her eyes narrowed.

Damon nodded her head for her. “Yes, Damon, I understand.”

He moved his hand and she immediately started bitching.

“What in the hell is wrong with you? I’m not a damned vampire. I need air to breathe. Hello, dumbass. Oh my God, I hope my sister kills you a lot. Also? I’m a little more fragile than you are, so slamming me against walls and throwing me around like a ragdoll could result in something getting broken, which would-“

Dawn blinked in surprise for a moment because her tirade had been interrupted by him kissing her. Then it finally sunk in that he was kissing her, so, of course, she had to kiss back.

He could not be exactly sure what made him kiss her to shut her up, but now it was looking at little dangerous that he had. He liked it just a little too much. Not that he could ever admit this, but it was more exciting than being with Katherine, and he’d been obsessed with her. Again - not that he was admitting things like that aloud.

Somehow one of her hands got free, but Dawn did not use it to try to free the rest of herself. She used it to grab the back of his head.

Damon was a little surprised when she didn’t try to pull away. He had guessed that she was attracted to him, but she’d seemed better able to keep things about business - not that he minded that business was obviously not what was on her agenda now. Unless she was just distracted and her brain had not caught up yet, and if that was the case, Damon was thinking it would be in his best interest to not let her brain catch up.

There was a little voice in the back of her mind telling Dawn that something was very, very wrong with her. There was a possibility he was trying to kill her, so what does she do? She makes out with him. Maybe the monks had used too much of certain parts of Buffy to make her. Dawn knew she ought to care, that voice in her mind was telling her to care, but the part of Dawn that had not been with anyone in a while because she worked too hard told the voice to shut the hell up.

The moment was broken when someone starting knocking on the door.

Suddenly they were staring at one another.

“Is everything all right in there, Ms. Summers?”

She answered before Damon could cover her mouth or even threaten her about not causing trouble.

“Uh… yeah.”

That surprised him.

“Someone said they heard what sounded like a fight, ma’am.”

Dawn frowned and whispered, “Ma’am? Am I that old already?”

Damon could not help it, he chuckled. Women could be so ridiculous about their age - even vampire women.

“Ms. Summers? Ma’am? Could you open the door please?”

“Um… well…”

“Look,” Damon said loudly. “We’re not dressed.”

Silence. That announcement was met with total and utter silence from the other side of the door.

Damon moved quickly. He threw the spare blanket over Dawn and yanked off his shirt before cracking the door slightly.

“This is a bad time. Go away. Tell your boss we were just having loud sex, and we promise to keep the noise down.”

Dawn gasped. She was a little distracted by him shirtless. She was so disappointed in herself. After the whole R.J. debacle, she had sworn to herself she would never be swayed by a pretty face again. Though technically it was not his face swaying her; it was his pelvic lines.

When the inn employee left, Damon shut the door and leaned against it.

“Did you compel that guy?”

“Maybe. Would it bother you if I said yes?”

“Yes,” Dawn replied.

“That’s really unfortunate. Does that mean you don’t want to pick up where we left off?”

Dawn frowned and started to answer, but he cut her off.

“No, wait. Let me guess.” He crossed his arms across his bare chest. “You do want to pick up where we left off, but you won’t because it’s wrong. How am I doing so far?”

“Pretty darn good, actually.”

“Haven’t you ever done something you wanted to do simply because you wanted it even though you knew it was wrong or bad for you?”

“Only on Tuesdays,” Dawn replied without missing a beat.

Her response was so random to him that Damon had to laugh. “Can I keep you here until Tuesday?”

Dawn blinked. “Why?”

“What do you mean why? You’re cute and sassy. I like sassy women.”

Dawn tossed the extra blanket off of her and propped herself up on her elbows. “Aren’t you trying to kill me?”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“You tell me.”

“Oh, you mean all your little notes on vampires? Given who your sister is, that makes sense you having them. I was going to do something to you that’s a little… permanent, but I’m thinking not now.”

Dawn frowned. “Why?”

“You sound a little like you want me to be trying to kill you,” Damon said, giving her his playfully scolding look.

Dawn swallowed nervously. He did not play fair. He knew he was good looking, and he knew she thought he was as well. Hell, he knew from firsthand experience that she wanted to lick the back of his neck from the front.

“No, no,” Dawn said finally. “I prefer not being dead. I’d hate to find out the hard way that I am like my sister and don’t stay dead when killed.”

Damon blinked in surprise. Normally he was not one for stories, but she probably had a few that would hold his interest long enough for her to tell them.

“I just don’t understand why you changed your mind,” Dawn replied honestly.

“Other than the fact that I have a pretty good idea what your sister could do to me? I haven’t been bored since meeting you. You’ve got the cute and sassy thing going for you. I also think you’d be good in bed.”

Despite the fact that her virginity was long behind her, Dawn blushed. “What makes you think I’ll sleep with you?”

Damon smirked and touched his fingertips to his lips.

She sighed. He certainly had her there. “All right. We both know I’d sleep with you. Fine. Whatever. I’m not going to because it’s all badness after. It always is. Even when the guy isn’t undead. There’s weirdness and sometimes demonic pregnancies.”

“Demonic pregnancies? Geez, what un-fun bastards have you been sexing it up with?”

Dawn laughed at that. He seemed so annoyed that sex thus far hadn’t been at its most fun for her.

“Or is it not just your own experiences you are basing this off of? Please don’t tell me your sister the demon killer is sleeping around in the underworld.”

Dawn didn’t say anything. Damon gaped.

“Demons?” he asked. “The the slayer slayer sleeps with demons? Say it ain’t so, Serpico.”

“She never slept with a demon. Unless you count the Immortal. Fifty percent of her boyfriends have been vampires. Seventy-five percent have been not human.”

He was currently rendered speechless, which was unique for Damon.

“And maybe I shouldn’t have told you that,” Dawn said; it suddenly occurring to her that Buffy might not want everyone and their grandma’s dog knowing about Angel and Spike.

Not that Dawn had said names.

“Why? Because that takes away your excuses? If your slaying sister can sleep with a couple of vampires, surely you can sleep with one. I mean, it’s not like I asked to be your boyfriend or anything. It’s just sex.”

“It’s never just sex.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Do you always get what you want? I mean, when you aren’t allowed to use you vampire cheater’s thrall on people?” Dawn asked, feeling very swayed by his argument.

Damon considered.

Dawn watched as he actually thought about it. That was more telling than anything.

“No,” he finally replied, and yes, he did have specific things in mind with his answer.

Maybe she should not ask what she was about to ask, but Dawn’s foot so loved to live in her mouth.

“Does this have to do with someone named Katherine?”

Damon looked at her sharply. It did, but that was none of her business. He didn’t want it to be her business. He didn’t want anything with Katherine or Stefan or Elena or anyone else to invade this time.

“That’s really none of your business. What made you ask?”

“The vamps that attacked - they were saying things about Katherine wanting to see you. She your ex?”

“A bit.”

There was something very Spike in the way he said that.

“Is she your sire?” Dawn asked.

Damon blinked. He was not used to humans using the vampire terminology as if it were no big deal. She talked about sires like she was discussing the weather.

“As a matter of fact, she is. Would you like to write that down in your notes?”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “I know you undead like to play the vampire scene pretty close to the vest, but I know a thing or two about it, so you don’t have to worry that I am gathering information on you. I mean, I am, but not specifically on you. Like I already knew vampires had sires and stuff, and that it’s like that way with most of the kinds of vampires, and I know-“

He moved quickly, cutting her off with a kiss again.

Dawn took a deep breath when he finally pulled back. He was lying on her on the bed again.

“You get kind of ramble-y sometimes, did you know that?” he asked.

“Umm…”

“Can’t think? My kissing that distracting? Good.”

He kissed her again, but this time Dawn didn’t feel like she was being told to shush. This time she felt like he was possibly trying to crawl inside of her by way of her mouth.

Damon still hadn’t really figured out what he was doing. Doing this, right here, with her in particular was dangerous. He’d been attracted to dangerous people before, and he’d been attracted to and gotten involved with people he knew would cause him problems and would be bad for him. This was double because not only did he have to worry about her sister, but he had to worry about Katherine getting a wild hair and trying to go bat-shit again. For someone who did not want much to do with him when he was single, Katherine sure did become interested and a pain in his ass when he showed interest in anyone but her.

Damon just so did not want to deal with her crap right now. He was ‘so over it’ with Katherine. He was tired of her running hot and cold. He was tired of being devoted only to have it thrown in his face, to be told he was not the one. Damon was no longer in the mood to be used in that way. Used in other ways might be good, though.

One of his thighs was somehow between hers and Dawn wrapped a leg around the back of his, caressing the back of his calf with the bottom of her booted foot. She was a toucher when she made out with people. Dawn hoped that wasn’t a problem. Of course with the way he seemed to be inching her t-shirt up off of her torso, Dawn was guessing that maybe he was a toucher as well.

With some frantic movements, they both sat up and threw off shoes, socks and jeans. Soon he was in his black boxer briefs while Dawn was left blushing about her pale blue bra and pink Hello Kitty undies that in no way matched.

“Hello Kitty panties?”

“What?” she said. “I like them.”

“A vampire hunter that wears Hello Kitty underwear. There should be something wrong with that.”

This time it was Dawn who cut him off with kissing.

Damon laid back and pulled her on top of him, his hand settling on her cotton-covered butt cheek. He really did find her pink cotton girlie underwear sexy. He had expected practical cotton because of what she did. He had not expected them to be fun too, though.

He was kissing her pulse, and one of his hands was playing with the underside of her bra. Dawn was panting for air. This was happening very fast, and yes, she knew she would regret it later, but right now it felt too good. She’d worry about regrets after they made a few wet spots on the bed.

Her hands were so hot. She was warm all over. Damon had not forgotten how warm a human could be, but he had not noticed in a long time. With the other humans he had slept with recently, there had been an agenda, another reason besides pleasure for it.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

Dawn was very proud that she did not scream like a girl. Instead, she rolled off of the bed and grabbed her sword.

Damon did not think. He just charged. The next thing he knew his back was slammed against a wall and a wooden stake was heading for his chest.

“Buffy, NO!”

The stake barely pieced his skin. The woman had excellent reflex control; he’d give her that.

“Dawn, are you all right?” a petite blonde asked without taking her eyes off of Damon.

“Hi,” Damon said. “Can we move to a position where I’m not with pointy wood a half inch into my chest? This makes me a little uncomfortable.”

The blonde moved back, but still kept her eyes on him. Damon rubbed the bleeding spot on his chest.

The inn’s manager was standing there looking stricken. “Is everything-“

“We’re fine,” Damon snapped.

“Do I need to get Sheriff Ford?”

“No,” the blonde said.

While Damon contributed a “Hell no.”

“Can you just go?” Dawn said. “My sister just doesn’t like my boyfriend, okay? We’re going to work it out nonviolently.”

The manager looked uncertain. Dawn shifted uncomfortably because she was standing there in her panties and bra with a sword. Unfortunately it was not the first time she had been forced to do so, but it never got any less embarrassing. Damon sighed and walked to the door.

“Damon…” Dawn said.

“You want to go back to your office. Nothing’s going on back here.”

Buffy looked at Dawn. “Is he…”

“Yep.”

“Did he…” Buffy pointed at her.

“No,” Dawn said defensively.

Damon slammed the door after the manager finally turned and left. Well, he slammed it as best he could. The lock would have to be redone - maybe part of the frame repaired.

“So you just decided to jump in bed with the first vampire you ran across?”

“Oh, no!” Dawn shouted, coming out of the bed in a flash. “You do not get to play that card with me. Not ever.”

“Well, I don’t get this, Dawn.”

“What’s to get, Buffy? He’s hot.”

Damon grinned.

“Oh, I can see that,” Buffy snapped.

His grin widened.

“How am I supposed to take you seriously as a watcher when you do things like this?”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “And who among the founding members of the Watcher’s Council Version 2 has not slept with a demon? One of us almost married one. Hello Xander and Anya.”

“She wasn’t a demon at the time, and that’s so not the point,” Buffy snapped.

“So what is the point, Buffy? Do as you say, not as you do? I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m allowed to make out with people. Jesus, you can trust me. I’m okay with this. I know what it is. I’m allowed to have relationships and other stuff with people, you know.”

“He’s not people.”

“And we’ve been through this before.”

“Oh,” Buffy said. “You’re really going to bring up that time you went parking with a vampire?”

“You went parking with a vampire?” Damon asked.

“What?” Dawn replied, looking at him. “I was in high school.”

“The moron actually took you parking? Did you try to go out with one of those sparkly emo idiots? I’m sorry, but any self-respecting vampire would burst into flames when in the sun. Only gay men should sparkle.”

Buffy snickered but covered it badly with a cough.

“Don’t tell me you guys are going to bond over this,” Dawn said, no small amount of annoyance in her voice.

“Look,” Damon said. “I wasn’t going to kill your sister. Well, maybe in the Shakespearian ‘Much Ado About Nothing’s die in thy lap’ kind of way, but not dead dead. Okay, yes, at first, I was going to kill her.”

Dawn frowned. “Hey!”

“But then she got all sassy and pulled that sword out on me. It was hot. I’d decided I wasn’t killing her long before I found out she was the slayer’s sister. World’s more interesting with her in it, and I am all for a more interesting world. Especially given how bored I get sometimes.”

Dawn looked from Damon to Buffy. Her sister had on her considering face.

“I should probably get my own room, and you know, away from you guys… because I can’t hear anything… ever. I’ll be scarred for life. My little sister and… just no.”

“What?” Dawn asked. “Just like that?”

“Dawn,” Buffy said with her most vicious smirk in place. “I just realized a few things. First, you say you’re okay, and that I can trust you, so I’m going to. Second, if he hurts you, there will be no place he can hide from me. I will hunt him down, peal his flesh from his bones, and then staple it back on inside-out.”

“I could be very into sisters right now,” Damon said.

Dawn and Buffy both looked at him. “Eww.”

Buffy gave him a disapproving look. “I think my wizard boyfriend might have something to say about that.”

“What?” Dawn screeched. “Wizard boyfriend? Who?”

“We’ll talk about that later,” Buffy said, moving towards the door. “Let’s just say that not all fiction books are wholly fiction, and I’m coming around on guys in glasses. Especially if they have scars.”

Dawn gaped. “No. No freaking way.”

“A little,” Buffy said. “How do you think I got here so fast? We’ll talk later.”

“But…”

“Dawn, don’t be such a book-geek. You’re nearly naked with a hot vampire guy. The wizard showing me his wand can so wait.”

Dawn made a face. “Oh, eww. Wand penis jokes? That was disturbing. You are on verbal probation for that.”

“You can chastise me all you like later. You have something to do first.” Buffy said, wiggling her eyebrows at her sister before slipping out the door.

“Your sister is kind of weird,” Damon commented.

“Yeah, but she loves me.”

He grinned. The whole dynamic with her and her sister amused him. They had been quite fascinating to watch after he was fairly certain big sis wasn’t going to stake him. It was interesting. It did not bore him. The fact that little sis was sitting on the bed in her bra and panties didn’t bore him either.

He smirked at her before stalking towards the bed. Dawn scooted back against the pillows, her heart beating faster. He liked her heartbeat. That attracted him greatly. He’d spoken the truth to her sister; he could not kill her. She was too interesting, too cute, and too sassy.

Too not naked enough and about to be under him.

Dawn gasped when he nipped her throat with his teeth. “That was a little scary, considering. No teeth on the neck, okay?”

“But you liked it. I can tell.”

“So not the point,” Dawn panted.

He was now kissing her jaw line after having made quick work of her bra. Things were getting seriously heated.

When the door slammed open a second time, Damon sat up with a growl. Dawn felt like throwing a tantrum herself.

“Seriously? Seriously?”

Then she squealed and attempted to cover herself because another guy had stalked in.

“Damon, I need your help. I…”

He had a definite look of brooding to him. After years around Angel, Dawn knew what the brooding face looked like. This was definitely it with a hint of panic and a dash of desperate worry.

“A little busy here, Stefan. Just a little busy.”

Dawn pulled the pillow move in front of her body. “Hi. I’m Dawn. Are you a vampire too?”

The incredulous look that Stefan guy gave Damon was comical.

“My sister’s a vampire slayer,” Dawn said. “It’s cool.”

The incredulous look became even more incredulous. Stefan looked at Damon. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Dawn, this is my much less fun brother Stefan. Stefan, this is Dawn, the woman I’m trying to have sex with, so this had better be-“

“I think Katherine took Elena.”

“Son of a bitch,” Damon sighed.

“Oh, my God,” Dawn said “Katherine? Katherine that tried to make us vamp kibbles last night? Katherine your vampire ex-girlfriend sire Katherine? That Katherine? This is bad, yeah?”

Stefan gave Damon another incredulous look. “You’ve known her how long and she knows all about us? I’m a little confused, Damon. You normally don’t share your un-life’s history with strangers. Usually when you know someone knows what we are, you kill them.”

“She’s too sassy to kill. Plus, did you see what she’s hiding behind that pillow?”

“Damon,” Dawn said in a chiding tone.

“What? It wouldn’t be the first time we were both interested in the same girl. Katherine’s his ex too.”

Stefan glared.

“So are we caring if this Katherine gets staked?” Dawn asked.

“No,” the brothers said in unison then looked at one another as if their answers surprised the other.

“Then let me get dressed and go get my sister.”

Stefan frowned.

“My sister the vampire slayer? Been doing this for more than a decade now. I’d say Katherine’s going to rue the damned day.”

Damon smirked. “Dawn?”

“Yes.”

“That statement might have more, pardon my pun, bite if I knew you weren’t wearing your panties and a pillow right now.”

Dawn threw the pillow at him. Stefan turned his back to her abruptly. Damon smirked and looked his fill.

“Put your pants on, Fangs. We’ve got some slaying to do.”

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