Dawn the Vampire Slayer -- BTVS
Hey, I have two chapters to share so far. There'll probably be a couple more.
Title: Dawn the Vampire Slayer
Author: maryperk73703
Characters: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in Season Six, Dawn's wish to Halfrek is different.
Chapter 1
Dawn looked around the guidance counselor’s office. She’d heard that there was a new one filling in while Ms. White had her baby.
“Hello there.”
Dawn let out a startled shriek when a soft, mild voice sounded from the corner of the room. “I didn’t see you there,” she said.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The counselor took her seat across from Dawn. “My name is Hallie Berry, like the actress, I know.” She let out a laugh. “Please just call me Hallie though.”
Dawn just nodded, a bit shell-shocked from the counselor’s sudden appearance.
“This is just a follow up on your…” Hallie opened the file on her desk. “Your loss. Since I’m new here, I thought it would give us a chance to get to know each other.”
Dawn’s eyes fell to the small blue pendant around Hallie’s neck. “Great,” she replied.
“So, I’ve been looking through your file.” Hallie shuffled through the papers actually in the file. “And… um… your grades have slipped a little.”
Dawn shrugged. “I have really hard classes this quarter.”
“That is possible. Still, the teachers say that you seem a little distracted lately.”
“I’m not. I-I’m fine.”
“Well, okay.” Hallie closed the file. She decided to use another tactic. “It’s just, you know… I know it must seem weird…” She gave a laugh. “…talking to a stranger about stuff, but it’s important to know if something’s going on, or if something is up. My job, the most important part of my job, is looking out for you.” She gave Dawn a smile.
Dawn was surprised at the counselor’s words, and she returned the smile. “I’m really okay.”
Hallie nodded slowly, and she sat back. “I know there’s been a lot of loss.”
Dawn looked down at her hands. You’re not kidding, lady, she thought. “Yeah, kinda. I mean, yes. People have a tendency to treat me like a kid, especially my sister. I hate it. Sometimes I wish I was the powerful big sister, and she was the insignificant little sister.” The counselor smiled encouragingly at Dawn, but the young girl just gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Seriously, it’s no big deal. I’m fine.”
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“Are you checking up on me?”
Dawn turned to see Buffy standing a few feet down the hallway. She was surprised to see her sister looking better than she had since before Glory had appeared in their lives. In fact, Buffy looked years younger than she had just that very morning before school. “Why would I be checking up on you? Shouldn’t that be the other way around?”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Well, you’re the older sister, aren’t you? Besides, you know darned well that Spike would never let my grades fall behind. Not that you care.”
“Uh, Spike?” Dawn asked. She had no idea what was going on, and it made her feel a bit stupid. “And of course I care. You’re my sister.”
Buffy stepped up close to Dawn. “Look, I know you’re the Slayer and he’s a vampire, but he’s the only one since I’ve been back from you know where that makes me feel happy. You said we could see each other as long as he waited till tomorrow when I’m seventeen. Are you reneging on the deal? Because if you are, I can leave. I know you don’t want me around anyway, crimping your style, not that you have much of one.”
“You-you’re dating Spike?”
“Well, duh.” Buffy rolled her eyes again. The bell rang overhead. “Dang, I’m gonna be late for Biology now. Good thing Mr. White is at the hospital with his wife.” She turned to go towards her classroom. “Spike and I will set up for my birthday party while you do your thing this evening, okay?”
“Okay.” Dawn gave a confused wave. There was something rotten in Sunnydale, and she had an idea that the guidance counselor she’d just talked to was behind it. Dawn turned to go back in the door she had exited from just minutes before, but she was confronted by a sign that said ‘Ms. White will be out of the office until further notice. In case of an emergency please contact Principal Beverly Palmetto’.
“Crap,” Dawn muttered. Then, a grin broke out on her face. This was going to be awesome. She was the Slayer! Things were finally going her way. Now to figure out what was going on with Spike and Buffy. Dawn strolled out of the school with a grin on her face.
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Dawn burst into Spike’s crypt. The vampire was lying on one of the sarcophagi looking like the dead man that he was. “Hello, Slayer. What brings you to my fine abode?”
“Buffy…”
Spike was on his feet in a heartbeat. “Is she okay? Nothing has happened to her has it?”
“Relax, Spike. Sheesh, you’re just a mess of nerves.”
Spike’s eyes narrowed. “What’s goin’ on with you, Slayer? Did you hit your head and think you’re Umad again? You’re actually bein’ nice for a change.”
“Aren’t I always nice to you?” Dawn asked in confusion.
“Come on. You’re the bloody Slayer.” Spike shook his head. To hide his nervousness he searched around for his cigarettes and lighter. “You come play kick the Spike on a regular basis ever since you discovered m’feelin’s for your little sister. Before that I wasn’t deemed acceptable unless you wanted something.”
“I was the one to tell her about your feelings, buster. That was last year before Drusilla came to town.”
“What have you been smokin’, Slayer?” Spike gave Dawn a look of pure disgust. “Last year, you were perfectly happy for me to be your little sis’ protector as long as I kept her out of your hair. You never hung out with her long enough to figure out what our feelin’s were for each other. Hell, you didn’t even figure out that Watcher boy and demon girl were engaged until we all sung our little hearts out. Get out of m’crypt, Slayer.”
Dawn stumbled backwards. She and Spike had always been friends. What was going on here? She slammed the door of the crypt on her way out to find out what was going on. Maybe Willow or Xander could help her figure things out. “This is some kind of bizarre world or something.”
Dawn hurried off towards the Magic Box. Things were really odd. She was nice. She knew she was. Before she’d always been Spike’s biggest fan. While she didn’t always get along with Buffy, or agree with her, she knew that Buffy didn’t purposefully neglect her.
Dawn burst into the Magic Box intent on telling Giles all about what had happened. She stopped up short when she realized that the people in the room weren’t the ones she was expecting.
“Hey Dawn,” Amy Madison greeted her oldest friend. “Are you ready for our big night tonight?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”
“Awesome!” Warren Meers strolled out of the back room of the shop. “Once you kick your bratty little sister out of your house we’ll be able to really party. I don’t know why those do-gooder friends of hers brought her back from the dead anyway. It’s not like she’s real or something.”
Now Dawn was even more confused than before. Things certainly were different here. “Do-gooder friends?”
“Are you okay, Dawnie?” An older man stepped out of the back room.
“Uh, yeah, kinda.” Dawn cleared her throat. “Just weirded out by the meeting with the guidance counselor, I guess. Why don’t you all pretend I’m Umad, and tell me what’s the what?”
Amy glanced at Warren before she launched into a patronizing explanation. “I’m Amy Madison, your best friend. This is Warren Meers, my boyfriend, and that’s Nigel Rothbone, your Watcher.”
Warren took up where Amy left off. “Last year, a Hellgod came to town looking for her Key which we found out was your ‘little sister’. We let her hang around with Spike, hoping she’d get killed before Glory needed her, but apparently they fell in love instead. Gross.”
“Really? Wow,” Dawn said softly. My world is so much better than this one, she thought. “So, what’s all this about do-gooders?”
“Well, you remember the old fart that was the librarian when we were in school? Rupert Biles or whatever?” Warren asked.
“Uh, you mean Giles?” Dawn looked at Nigel to see if there was any recognition in the man’s eyes, but he didn’t even flinch at the name.
“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, remember that weird spell a few years ago for Halloween that turned everyone into their costume?” Amy managed to look impressed at the idea.
“Kinda,” Dawn replied, remembering her own monk-made version of the event.
“The monks put your sister in a group that was with a Xander Harris and a Willow Rosenberg. They were good friends with this librarian bloke,” Nigel informed Dawn. “Together with their friends, Cordelia Chase and Tara Maclay, they decided to resurrect Buffy after we had used her to stop an apocalypse.”
Dawn felt horrified. “I agreed to let you use her to stop the rift?”
“Hell, you suggested it.” Warren gave her two thumbs up. “Brilliant thinking!”
Dawn realized that no one had mentioned Anya. If Cordy was with Xander still, where was Angel? She needed to get out of the store, and do some thinking. Things were so wrong here that she couldn’t even comprehend all the differences. She glanced at the clock. “Well, look at the time. I need to get home to decorate.”
Warren rubbed his hands together. “Call us when you’ve gotten rid of all the baggage, babe. We’ll paint the town.”
Dawn backed up towards the door. “Okay, if you say so.” She bolted out onto the street. She needed to find that damned masquerading guidance-counselor-who was really a vengeance demon. She knew that pendant looked familiar.
Title: Dawn the Vampire Slayer
Author: maryperk73703
Characters: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in Season Six, Dawn's wish to Halfrek is different.
Chapter 1
Dawn looked around the guidance counselor’s office. She’d heard that there was a new one filling in while Ms. White had her baby.
“Hello there.”
Dawn let out a startled shriek when a soft, mild voice sounded from the corner of the room. “I didn’t see you there,” she said.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The counselor took her seat across from Dawn. “My name is Hallie Berry, like the actress, I know.” She let out a laugh. “Please just call me Hallie though.”
Dawn just nodded, a bit shell-shocked from the counselor’s sudden appearance.
“This is just a follow up on your…” Hallie opened the file on her desk. “Your loss. Since I’m new here, I thought it would give us a chance to get to know each other.”
Dawn’s eyes fell to the small blue pendant around Hallie’s neck. “Great,” she replied.
“So, I’ve been looking through your file.” Hallie shuffled through the papers actually in the file. “And… um… your grades have slipped a little.”
Dawn shrugged. “I have really hard classes this quarter.”
“That is possible. Still, the teachers say that you seem a little distracted lately.”
“I’m not. I-I’m fine.”
“Well, okay.” Hallie closed the file. She decided to use another tactic. “It’s just, you know… I know it must seem weird…” She gave a laugh. “…talking to a stranger about stuff, but it’s important to know if something’s going on, or if something is up. My job, the most important part of my job, is looking out for you.” She gave Dawn a smile.
Dawn was surprised at the counselor’s words, and she returned the smile. “I’m really okay.”
Hallie nodded slowly, and she sat back. “I know there’s been a lot of loss.”
Dawn looked down at her hands. You’re not kidding, lady, she thought. “Yeah, kinda. I mean, yes. People have a tendency to treat me like a kid, especially my sister. I hate it. Sometimes I wish I was the powerful big sister, and she was the insignificant little sister.” The counselor smiled encouragingly at Dawn, but the young girl just gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Seriously, it’s no big deal. I’m fine.”
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“Are you checking up on me?”
Dawn turned to see Buffy standing a few feet down the hallway. She was surprised to see her sister looking better than she had since before Glory had appeared in their lives. In fact, Buffy looked years younger than she had just that very morning before school. “Why would I be checking up on you? Shouldn’t that be the other way around?”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Well, you’re the older sister, aren’t you? Besides, you know darned well that Spike would never let my grades fall behind. Not that you care.”
“Uh, Spike?” Dawn asked. She had no idea what was going on, and it made her feel a bit stupid. “And of course I care. You’re my sister.”
Buffy stepped up close to Dawn. “Look, I know you’re the Slayer and he’s a vampire, but he’s the only one since I’ve been back from you know where that makes me feel happy. You said we could see each other as long as he waited till tomorrow when I’m seventeen. Are you reneging on the deal? Because if you are, I can leave. I know you don’t want me around anyway, crimping your style, not that you have much of one.”
“You-you’re dating Spike?”
“Well, duh.” Buffy rolled her eyes again. The bell rang overhead. “Dang, I’m gonna be late for Biology now. Good thing Mr. White is at the hospital with his wife.” She turned to go towards her classroom. “Spike and I will set up for my birthday party while you do your thing this evening, okay?”
“Okay.” Dawn gave a confused wave. There was something rotten in Sunnydale, and she had an idea that the guidance counselor she’d just talked to was behind it. Dawn turned to go back in the door she had exited from just minutes before, but she was confronted by a sign that said ‘Ms. White will be out of the office until further notice. In case of an emergency please contact Principal Beverly Palmetto’.
“Crap,” Dawn muttered. Then, a grin broke out on her face. This was going to be awesome. She was the Slayer! Things were finally going her way. Now to figure out what was going on with Spike and Buffy. Dawn strolled out of the school with a grin on her face.
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Dawn burst into Spike’s crypt. The vampire was lying on one of the sarcophagi looking like the dead man that he was. “Hello, Slayer. What brings you to my fine abode?”
“Buffy…”
Spike was on his feet in a heartbeat. “Is she okay? Nothing has happened to her has it?”
“Relax, Spike. Sheesh, you’re just a mess of nerves.”
Spike’s eyes narrowed. “What’s goin’ on with you, Slayer? Did you hit your head and think you’re Umad again? You’re actually bein’ nice for a change.”
“Aren’t I always nice to you?” Dawn asked in confusion.
“Come on. You’re the bloody Slayer.” Spike shook his head. To hide his nervousness he searched around for his cigarettes and lighter. “You come play kick the Spike on a regular basis ever since you discovered m’feelin’s for your little sister. Before that I wasn’t deemed acceptable unless you wanted something.”
“I was the one to tell her about your feelings, buster. That was last year before Drusilla came to town.”
“What have you been smokin’, Slayer?” Spike gave Dawn a look of pure disgust. “Last year, you were perfectly happy for me to be your little sis’ protector as long as I kept her out of your hair. You never hung out with her long enough to figure out what our feelin’s were for each other. Hell, you didn’t even figure out that Watcher boy and demon girl were engaged until we all sung our little hearts out. Get out of m’crypt, Slayer.”
Dawn stumbled backwards. She and Spike had always been friends. What was going on here? She slammed the door of the crypt on her way out to find out what was going on. Maybe Willow or Xander could help her figure things out. “This is some kind of bizarre world or something.”
Dawn hurried off towards the Magic Box. Things were really odd. She was nice. She knew she was. Before she’d always been Spike’s biggest fan. While she didn’t always get along with Buffy, or agree with her, she knew that Buffy didn’t purposefully neglect her.
Dawn burst into the Magic Box intent on telling Giles all about what had happened. She stopped up short when she realized that the people in the room weren’t the ones she was expecting.
“Hey Dawn,” Amy Madison greeted her oldest friend. “Are you ready for our big night tonight?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”
“Awesome!” Warren Meers strolled out of the back room of the shop. “Once you kick your bratty little sister out of your house we’ll be able to really party. I don’t know why those do-gooder friends of hers brought her back from the dead anyway. It’s not like she’s real or something.”
Now Dawn was even more confused than before. Things certainly were different here. “Do-gooder friends?”
“Are you okay, Dawnie?” An older man stepped out of the back room.
“Uh, yeah, kinda.” Dawn cleared her throat. “Just weirded out by the meeting with the guidance counselor, I guess. Why don’t you all pretend I’m Umad, and tell me what’s the what?”
Amy glanced at Warren before she launched into a patronizing explanation. “I’m Amy Madison, your best friend. This is Warren Meers, my boyfriend, and that’s Nigel Rothbone, your Watcher.”
Warren took up where Amy left off. “Last year, a Hellgod came to town looking for her Key which we found out was your ‘little sister’. We let her hang around with Spike, hoping she’d get killed before Glory needed her, but apparently they fell in love instead. Gross.”
“Really? Wow,” Dawn said softly. My world is so much better than this one, she thought. “So, what’s all this about do-gooders?”
“Well, you remember the old fart that was the librarian when we were in school? Rupert Biles or whatever?” Warren asked.
“Uh, you mean Giles?” Dawn looked at Nigel to see if there was any recognition in the man’s eyes, but he didn’t even flinch at the name.
“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, remember that weird spell a few years ago for Halloween that turned everyone into their costume?” Amy managed to look impressed at the idea.
“Kinda,” Dawn replied, remembering her own monk-made version of the event.
“The monks put your sister in a group that was with a Xander Harris and a Willow Rosenberg. They were good friends with this librarian bloke,” Nigel informed Dawn. “Together with their friends, Cordelia Chase and Tara Maclay, they decided to resurrect Buffy after we had used her to stop an apocalypse.”
Dawn felt horrified. “I agreed to let you use her to stop the rift?”
“Hell, you suggested it.” Warren gave her two thumbs up. “Brilliant thinking!”
Dawn realized that no one had mentioned Anya. If Cordy was with Xander still, where was Angel? She needed to get out of the store, and do some thinking. Things were so wrong here that she couldn’t even comprehend all the differences. She glanced at the clock. “Well, look at the time. I need to get home to decorate.”
Warren rubbed his hands together. “Call us when you’ve gotten rid of all the baggage, babe. We’ll paint the town.”
Dawn backed up towards the door. “Okay, if you say so.” She bolted out onto the street. She needed to find that damned masquerading guidance-counselor-who was really a vengeance demon. She knew that pendant looked familiar.