Hostage, part 23
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Title: Hostage
Author: Mel (thatotherperv)
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Previously:
His eyes rounded in disbelief. “This is all…my fault!? Do you have any idea how grateful you should be?”
Dawn saw red. Grateful. GRATEFUL? Was he joking??
The moment she opened her mouth to tell him off was the moment that Buffy burst into the room.
Part 23
Dawn’s sister had to have the worst timing ever.
Dawn wasn’t entirely clear on why they hadn’t tried to use the locator spell on her six months ago, but whatever. Now here she was with her floaty ball of locating light and her crossbow and two men who sized up Dawn’s state of half-dress pretty quickly and averted their eyes, blushing three shades of red. Giles and Xander glared at Angelus instead of risking a glance at her near-nudity.
And ok, maybe Buffy’s timing didn’t completely suck after all, because just now, Dawn really wanted to go home. Wanted to go home so badly it hurt.
But she still didn’t like that Buffy had a weapon pointed at herboyfriend’s very stupid vampire’s heart.
“Dawn,” Buffy said finally, voice all…tense and badass and me Slayer you vampire, let go or you’re dust. Her eyes were on Angelus. “Get over here.”
“No.” Angelus’ arm tightened around her waist, and Dawn sighed, because this wasn’t going to be pretty.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I asked you. Dawn, get out of his lap.”
She was tired and cranky and irritable with everyone, especially when she shoved at Angelus and he didn’t budge. But it was Buffy that she snapped at. “Okay, sorry I didn’t think of that before, with this vampire holding onto me like I’m the last pint of virgin blood. Let me stop dicking around and get up now.”
“It won’t be a problem how hard he’s holding on to you when I dust him,” Buffy said pointedly.
Angelus growled and tugged Dawn closer.
Dawn didn’t even try to struggle. “Let go of me—Buffy, don’t stake him—Stop being a stubborn ass, and let go of me.”
“You’re staying here.”
“You know, it really looks like I’m not. It really looks like I’m either leaving here with you in one piece, or leaving here shaking dust off my clothes. You got caught with your pants down, them’s the breaks.”
Giles coughed uncomfortably at the mention of pants being down, metaphorically. Since she wasn’t wearing any. Or underwear, for that matter.
Angelus looked pissed, but she was right, so he loosened his hold on her. “I’m just going to come for you. This is pointless.”
“Big piles of dust aren’t much with the vendetta,” Buffy retorted.
“God, would everybody just…stop! You—” she poked Angelus “are not moving until we’re gone. And you—” she narrowed her eyes at Buffy “are not staking anyone.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because you want me, and you’ve got me. I just want to go home. Please?” The lost, pleading quality of her voice was only half-faked.
Buffy’s aggressive stance loosened, lips pressing together. “Fine. Put some pants on.”
Dawn blushed and nodded, slipping off the bed. Angelus didn’t try to stop her. Before she turned to the dresser, she reminded the two of them—“No moving. No staking.”—and before you could say ‘awkward,’ she was all decent again.
Dawn didn’t have to look back as she left the room to know that Angelus was furious. So she didn’t bother.
And when they were safely out in the sunshine and Buffy pulled her into her arms and slowly fell apart, bawling—Buffy, the strongest living person she knew, crying and clinging to her that way—Dawn managed to squeeze out a few tears of her own.
Even though she wasn’t really sure what she was crying for.
~*~*~*~*~*~
home life, ain't all its cracked up to be
avoid buffy-bashing in comments? kthanxbye. *squish*
banner by the fantastic and talented
vamptasticaTitle: Hostage
Author: Mel (
thatotherperv)Pairing: Angelus/Dawn/evil!Spike
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Angelus and Spike come to Sunnydale to kill the slayer, they find more interesting prey.
Warnings: um, lots. not all of which I'm willing to specify. for starters, these guys are evil and soulless, and will behave as such the whole way through. even after they're soft on Dawn, they do some pretty unconscionable things to her. elements of non-con. Daddykink. and Dawn is 17, so where I live that's legal but *shrugs*. very politically incorrect in places, but if it comforts you, it's more of a demon/human thing than a male/female thing ;)
Disclaimer: not mine, but ain't they pretty?
A/N: how is this fic AU? Angelus never got a soul, so the boys were never separated. Darla and Dru wandered off at some point, possibly in 1894 when the Immortal was such a hot stud ;) Dawn is only 3 years younger than Buffy, so she's 17 in this fic.
previous parts are here
Previously:
His eyes rounded in disbelief. “This is all…my fault!? Do you have any idea how grateful you should be?”
Dawn saw red. Grateful. GRATEFUL? Was he joking??
The moment she opened her mouth to tell him off was the moment that Buffy burst into the room.
Part 23
Dawn’s sister had to have the worst timing ever.
Dawn wasn’t entirely clear on why they hadn’t tried to use the locator spell on her six months ago, but whatever. Now here she was with her floaty ball of locating light and her crossbow and two men who sized up Dawn’s state of half-dress pretty quickly and averted their eyes, blushing three shades of red. Giles and Xander glared at Angelus instead of risking a glance at her near-nudity.
And ok, maybe Buffy’s timing didn’t completely suck after all, because just now, Dawn really wanted to go home. Wanted to go home so badly it hurt.
But she still didn’t like that Buffy had a weapon pointed at her
“Dawn,” Buffy said finally, voice all…tense and badass and me Slayer you vampire, let go or you’re dust. Her eyes were on Angelus. “Get over here.”
“No.” Angelus’ arm tightened around her waist, and Dawn sighed, because this wasn’t going to be pretty.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I asked you. Dawn, get out of his lap.”
She was tired and cranky and irritable with everyone, especially when she shoved at Angelus and he didn’t budge. But it was Buffy that she snapped at. “Okay, sorry I didn’t think of that before, with this vampire holding onto me like I’m the last pint of virgin blood. Let me stop dicking around and get up now.”
“It won’t be a problem how hard he’s holding on to you when I dust him,” Buffy said pointedly.
Angelus growled and tugged Dawn closer.
Dawn didn’t even try to struggle. “Let go of me—Buffy, don’t stake him—Stop being a stubborn ass, and let go of me.”
“You’re staying here.”
“You know, it really looks like I’m not. It really looks like I’m either leaving here with you in one piece, or leaving here shaking dust off my clothes. You got caught with your pants down, them’s the breaks.”
Giles coughed uncomfortably at the mention of pants being down, metaphorically. Since she wasn’t wearing any. Or underwear, for that matter.
Angelus looked pissed, but she was right, so he loosened his hold on her. “I’m just going to come for you. This is pointless.”
“Big piles of dust aren’t much with the vendetta,” Buffy retorted.
“God, would everybody just…stop! You—” she poked Angelus “are not moving until we’re gone. And you—” she narrowed her eyes at Buffy “are not staking anyone.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because you want me, and you’ve got me. I just want to go home. Please?” The lost, pleading quality of her voice was only half-faked.
Buffy’s aggressive stance loosened, lips pressing together. “Fine. Put some pants on.”
Dawn blushed and nodded, slipping off the bed. Angelus didn’t try to stop her. Before she turned to the dresser, she reminded the two of them—“No moving. No staking.”—and before you could say ‘awkward,’ she was all decent again.
Dawn didn’t have to look back as she left the room to know that Angelus was furious. So she didn’t bother.
And when they were safely out in the sunshine and Buffy pulled her into her arms and slowly fell apart, bawling—Buffy, the strongest living person she knew, crying and clinging to her that way—Dawn managed to squeeze out a few tears of her own.
Even though she wasn’t really sure what she was crying for.
~*~*~*~*~*~
home life, ain't all its cracked up to be
avoid buffy-bashing in comments? kthanxbye. *squish*
