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Descent	By : CWoodhaven Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female > Dawn/Spike(William) > Dawn/Spike(William) Views: 5780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Descent (1/?)
Warnings: Language, mentions of underage sex, prostitution and drug usage (this chapter)
Rating: R (this chapter)
Summary: Spike begins drawing Dawn down a dark path.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the BtVS characters. I am just dressing them up and making them play around a bit. It's free for all to enjoy, and fun - please don't sue.

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Chapter 1

Spike sat on the open window sill smoking and watching her, his blue haired pixie, asleep in his bed as if it were the safest place on Earth. He wondered if this is what Angelus felt when he�d seen Drusilla for the first time. Not that he cared if it was the same or not, because Dawn was his and he had so many delightful plans for her.
He�d agreed to her bargain only because he knew she�d never leave him. One way or another she�d spend eternity by his side.

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Spike returned to Sunnydale reluctantly. The slayer and her crew stood out as one huge loose end that he was longing to tie off, and he had plans for them. Big plans. Most involved screaming, bloodshed and torture. And begging. He was really looking forward to the begging, kind of petty, but the cheap thrills sometimes were the best.

He�d spent a fair bit of time staking out all their hang-outs, watching them as he had when he�d first arrived so many years ago to the god-forsaken town. Their little group had dwindled down to nothing. Anya, Joyce and the Watcher were all out of the picture, whether dead or just gone wasn�t clear. He�d seen the witch�s girl at the magic shop once, but the two of them seemed to be at outs. She barely spoke to Red, just purchased some herbs and left. Even the boy seemed to be out of the picture, leaving the witch and the slayer on their own more often than not.

Buffy was a shadow of her former self, going through the motions. Her heart obviously wasn�t in her calling any longer. He�d watched her stumble through patrol several evenings, killing the obvious vamps and demons, but totally missing anything that was in the least bit subtle. He could have easily killed her a dozen times over. She�d gone from a magnificent predator to a toothless old tiger, hunting humans because they were slow enough to catch and eat. She wasn�t even thinning the herd any longer, just culling the sick and the weak. It was sad.

Even Nikki, who had pretty much been begging for an end to the slayage gig, hadn�t been this pathetic. She�d danced with him for weeks before their final subway tango. From the looks of it, Buffy wouldn�t even be able to hold her own doing the two-step. He� really had to give up the dance analogies.

After all this time and effort watching her, he was loathe to admit it, but Buffy was no longer worthy of his attention. Killing her wouldn�t be much of an accomplishment at all, kind of pointless to kill a slayer if you couldn�t brag about it. Problem was, now that he was here, he was dying for a fight. He was all revved up and had nowhere to go.

So he followed her. Most evenings after working at the polyester palace or a pathetic attempt at patrol she headed to the industrial side of town, near the warehouse district. Always heading to the same place. She�d stop when she reached a long stretch of chain link fencing and fit her hands inside the diamond shaped slots, staring out into the yard. She stare and sigh at the wreckage, occasionally moving further down, dragging a hand along the fence to make the metal zing, before repeating the ritual.

Spike couldn�t see what held her interest; the place was in ruins, holding only the pulverized remnants of a few buildings and a disproportionate amount of metal scaffolding poking up like rusty jagged teeth. There didn�t seem to be much to look at.

This evening though, when she reached a hole in the fence, she looked nervously around. Spike barely ducked out of sight before she�d looked his way. She�d been so out of it, he�d gotten sloppy about keeping himself hidden. Convinced that she was alone, she slipped into the yard and started making her way through the wreckage. Curious, Spike waited a few moments and then slipped in after her.

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�I don�t know why we have to keep meeting here, Buff. Xander�s all grow�d up with an apartment and a bed and everything� Xander complained, looking frustrated, �Not to mention there�s the fun and exciting fact that you almost died here.�

�It�s not that I like it here, but Willow�s got a key to your place. Or what if Dawn came by? This is just� safer,� Buffy said evasively.

�I could change the lock,� Xander whispered, but Buffy wasn�t listening. She was busy unzipping Xander�s pants, and was pushing them down, boxers and all, exposing Harris� surprisingly impressive cock and stroking it her tiny fist before he�d even finished the sentence.

�I want you, Xander. Please, please want me too,� Buffy begged, sounding pathetically desperate to Spike. Her hand was moving faster now, and Spike could tell that she was clutching the boy so hard it was hurting him. Not a surprise that Harris got off on a little pain though.

�God, Buff, you know I do, I l-..� Xander began before she silenced him with a kiss. It was hard and punishing and designed to shut Harris up.

When she pulled back, she panted, �Xander, We�ve got to hurry. Dawn�s at the Bronze, I was supposed to be there�� she trailed off, as she leaned up to kiss him again.

Spike had to admit, Xander held up pretty well under her assault. She manhandled him around, slamming him into a pile of rubble before pouncing on him. She barely got undressed, just ripped her panties off and slid on. She was punishing, ruthlessly working toward her own satisfaction and dragging the boy along for the ride.

Spike thought about killing them both and leaving them to be found like this, eternal coitus interruptus. Fifty years ago, maybe he would�ve, but this really wouldn�t be that shocking nowadays, especially in Sunnydale.

He headed toward the hole in the fence. Little Dawnie was all alone at the Bronze� maybe it was time to visit the �Bit.

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He easily lured Dawn up to the catwalk, where she�d searched for him for a few moments before giving up in desperation. She walked over to the rail and looked down over the dwindling crowd. Gone was the bratty 14 year old he�d left behind, awkward and energetic as a puppy. Most obvious was the hair and piercing, but her attitude had also changed in his time away. She seemed lost and wore her misery around her like a shroud.

Sliding in behind her, he inhaled the heady scent of her innocence, surprised to find it tainted now. She was more than she appeared. There was a supernatural darkness in her that he�d never noticed before. It pulsed within her, like sickly green fire. He couldn�t believe he�d missed it before. She was a jewel, and in that split second he realized that he wanted to possess her, to strip the last of her innocence away so the darkness inside her could shine.

As he headed back to his lair for the day, his head full of images of Dawn, he felt the familiar stirrings of obsession take hold, and welcomed them. It was good to have a project again, something to keep him occupied. Ironic really, he�d come to the Hellmouth expecting to find a slayer to kill, and while he was disappointed the one he wanted was no longer available, the Hellmouth had offered up this intriguing secondary option. He�d have to alter his plans, invest more time than he�d intended, but in the end it would be worth it.

He�d quickly picked up a working girl on the way back, bedraggled thing that she was, lingering on the street corner like an abandoned kitten. He�d bet 100 quid she wasn�t a day over 15, hair a garish burgundy color and poorly hidden track marks racing up her arms like urban tattoos. The rancid smell of desperation was coming off her in waves, so she must be looking for a score. He�d taken her from behind in the shower, hoping to sluice off some of the stench.

He closed his eyes as visions of his pixie danced in his mind. He could see her, kneeling in the shower with her wide blue eyes looking up at him innocently. Her hair would be darkened to the color of a fresh bruise from the water, and she�d open her sweet mouth, silently begging to be allowed to suck him off. When he felt his balls draw up signaling his impending orgasm, he pinned the girl to the shower wall and covered her mouth. Fangs descended and plunged deep into her neck, sucking out her life even as he shot wave after wave of semen into her screaming and thrashing body.

He�d turned off the water and dried off, yawning, leaving her nearly silent and slumped in the corner. Only the plink, plink, plink of water dripping from her cooling body onto the tiled floor left to remind him she�d even existed. He dropped his towel carelessly to the floor, and flopped into bed, yawing again. He�d make sure to clean up later.

Warm both inside and out from his shower and his meal, he crossed his hands behind his head on the pillow, musing. The slayer would be shattered if he filched Dawn right out from under her. It possibly would do even more damage than killing her. Buffy�s death would be over in a second; even torture could only last a few days, but forcing her to live with the knowledge that her baby sister had chosen a monster? Pain like that would last a lifetime.

He drifted off to sleep with a grin on his face and visions of corrupting his sweet little girl in his head.

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He spent the following days redirecting his efforts, watching Dawn instead of the slayer, getting to know her better. This Dawn was more jaded with walls around her to keep others away. He caught glimpses of the younger version occasionally, but only when they were alone. She was still hopeful, but that hope was fading fast. Every interaction he observed with her friends and family, she came off as the one in the wrong, marginalized or excluded.

It was too perfect really. She was easy to lead astray, and he was just the demon for the job. He didn�t even have to draw her away from the fold, she came running. All he had to do was sit back and pick up the pieces

Seducing Dawn the old fashioned way was slow work and he realized she didn�t have a clue what he was doing. She�d pull away nervously every time he touched her, afraid he�d twig to the idea she had a crush on him. It was sweet and a little tiresome.

The night he took her, she�d been worth the wait. She�d been so close to his fantasy, kneeling before him licking his cock, that he�d wanted to force himself into her warm mouth. He knew she wasn�t ready, just as he�d known she wasn�t ready to kneel properly without her panties on. So he�d let her keep them, instead of having her spread her pussy for him to see as he�d wanted. She�d do all those things and more before long anyway, no need to rush things.

Later he couldn�t believe the control she�d shown, legs spread wide and her thighs trembling with the effort not to move as he deliberately drove her insane. He tormented her intentionally until she was beyond needy, sobbing brokenly under his assault and then pulled away, forcing her to demand her own pleasure or be left wanting. She�d risen beautifully to the challenge, forcing his head between her legs, and keeping it there until she was satisfied. Sliding into her tightness for the first time and hearing her sharp cry of pain from his entry was one of the most exquisite things he�d ever heard.

She�d sealed her fate when she�d knowingly invited the monster inside her, as she had the man. Dawn let her fear spur her on instead of drive her away, holding steady even as she was terrified. Locking eyes with him he felt as if they were weaving an enchantment, binding them together. He�d almost turned her then, lapping at the rich and heady virgin blood between her thighs had nearly been too much. He�d been right about her darkness, the blood didn�t lie. She was special, the flavor a rich mixture of innocence and evil and woven through it all the unexpected taste of slayer danced across his tongue.

Once he'd cleaned the last bit away, Spike pulled back, fully intending to plunge his fangs into her thigh tearing at the flesh and drinking her down and allowing her to embrace the darkness. He saw a similar scenario flit across her face and smiled. She was afraid, but didn�t draw away. Vaguely it reminded him of someone, a pretty maid from his past perhaps. Whatever the reason, it made him realized that he had to wait. Savor her warmth and work at removing any lingering traces of the light from her before he made her completely his.

�You�re staring at me,� Dawn said, not lifting her head from the pillow, dragging him out of his reverie.

�Yeah,� Spike replied, exhaling a plume of smoke.

�I look like Grungy Smurf, stop it,� she grumbled, sitting up and looking at him, rumpled and owlish with her sleepy eyes.

�Don�t think I remember that one,� he laughed, flicking the last bit of his smoke out across the parking lot.

He closed the window and pulled the shades before stripping down to just his jeans. He propped up a pillow against the headboard and sat down on the bed next to her. Once he�d situated himself against the headboard, she crawled into his lap and snuggled back against him, her back to his front.

�You know with the blue hair and the frumpy clothes,� she sniffed herself, �that smelled. I should have changed before I left.�

�You�re fine. Or you could just get naked and take a shower,� he added hopefully.

Dawn was toying with the ends of her hair, and didn�t answer.

�What�s running through that head of yours?� he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

�Do you like my hair like this?� she asked, still playing absently with the ends.

�Do you?� he countered; he had an idea of why it was an issue, but was surprised she�d brought it up so soon.

�Not really. I kind of did it to piss Buffy off, and now,� Dawn shrugged, �I want to change it, I think. Plus, it makes me kind of obvious. Even if Willow can�t find me with magic, blue haired girl with platinum blond guy kinda sticks out in a crowd, you know?�

�Makes sense. What color you thinkin� about?�

�Maybe...� she trailed off, and shrugged �I don�t know, maybe back to the original I guess.�

He grabbed the strand she was playing with and tugged it. �What color?�

�Black,� she admitted, whispering, �but I don�t have to.�

�Sounds fetching, why don�t you think� ah,� Spike made the connection. She didn�t want to look like Drusilla. Clever of her to make the correlation, but really not an issue.

�I�m not trying to be her,� Dawn said quietly, and then asked hesitantly, �Were you� with her�when you were away?"

He heard the underlying implication in her question. Did he sleep with Drusilla while he was gone?

He slid one hand from her waist down to cup her sex, delighting at her gasp of surprise. He leaned to whisper in her ear, �I�ll answer whatever you want, Kitten, but after that,� he squeezed his hand, �I want to play. Deal?�

As afraid as she was about finding out the truth, not knowing was so much worse. �Deal,� she replied nervously.

End Chapter 1

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