Hostage, part 4

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As of this posting (5 chapters are required), this fic is nom’d at Fang Fetish. Thank you so much for whoever did that! it’s up for threesomes, best sex, and best AR



Title: Hostage
Author: Author: Mel (thatotherperv formerly btvslover82)
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 unconscienable things to her. elements of non-con. 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



part 4


Dawn awoke feeling cotton-mouthed and groggy. Her head hurt. Her everything hurt. She was disoriented. She’d had a date with Spike last night and…shouldn’t she be at school?

She bolted upright in a king-sized bed that was most definitely not hers. The room was dark and large. Not hers. God—they’d kidnapped her. Spike…was a vampire. How had she missed that? Stupid, stupid, stupid. He looked like some reject from the 80s, she totally should have known. A really hot reject, but not somebody that had updated his look anytime in the last decade, for sure. He didn’t just have bad circulation in his hands—he had no circulation in his hands.

He liked throats. God Dawn, wake up and clear the hormones out of your ears.

She wondered if they knew about Buffy, or if it was a coincidence. At least she had woken up wearing her clothing, so they hadn’t…. But then again, it’s not as though she hadn’t thrown herself at Spike every night that week.

Ok, think. Dawn unplugged the lamp that was next to the bed. It was pretty weighty, not that that would do anything to a vampire, but they didn’t exactly leave stakes lying around and it was better than nothing.

It seemed like she was in a master suite. Big bedroom, big bed up on a platform. Sitting area, fireplace. Lots of books. It was pretty swank actually. No dirty basement nest for these guys. Buffy had never talked about vampires living like this. There was an attached bathroom bigger than her room at home.

Home. Her mom must be worried sick. Buffy would be looking….

Dawn just had to stay alive until then. Because Buffy wouldn’t stop until she found her. Dawn was positive of that.

The door to the bedroom had to be locked, but it didn’t hurt to try. Dawn was surprised when the knob turned freely in her hand. She cracked the door, holding her breath, scared of alerting anyone to her presence. She was about to peek into the hallway when a hand slapped the door shut.

From the inside.

She shrieked and dropped the lamp. A big foot kicked it aside before she could reclaim it.

“I don’t think it’s all that gracious to run off without thanking your host, do you?”

There was no way she was getting out that door now. How had she not noticed him in the room?

Dawn took a step back, and Angelus slid more fully between her and the door. Shit. He didn’t even look pissed, just…dangerous. She backed up some more on instinct, and he took a step forward. She mentally reviewed the room. Nowhere to go. She could lock herself in the bathroom, but he could easily get through the door.

“C’mon now, don’t be that way. I could have killed you in your sleep, but I didn’t. How did you sleep, by the way?”

She goggled at him, open-mouthed. Angelus smiled at her benignly, hands casually in his pockets, but it didn’t make him look less like a killer.

A monster. Because that’s what he was. God, she was stupid. Little Dawnie Summers does it again.

“Like someone who’d been thrown out of a car and then smothered.”

He held his palms up in a gesture of surrender. “Hey, don’t look at me. That was all you, baby. Not exactly my style.”

She remembered his teeth on her throat and shivered.

Dawn looked at the door. “So uh…where’s Spike?” She was pissed that she’d been deceived by him, but…lesser of two evils. She’d feel a whole lot better if he was here right now. Preferably, standing between her and Angelus.

Angelus glanced over his shoulder, smirking. “He’s busy. A little tied up. And he wanted to give me some time to get to know our new roomie.”

“I don’t remember signing a lease.” She ignored the quaver in her own voice.

He laughed. “Don’t worry, we didn’t either. Mortgage is all paid up. Probably. Either way, not going to ruin my credit.”

Dawn didn’t trust the laid-back, mirthful quality of his voice. “What do you want with me?”

He gave her a big smile then, face lit with straight white teeth, and she realized that he was actually pretty handsome. Her stomach rolled nervously. “C’mon, Dawnie. You’re a smart girl. Spike won’t shut up about how clever you are. I’m sure you can figure it out. Young and pretty. …Good genes.”

Dawn studied his faintly amused face intently. He was talking about sex, obviously, but did he mean Buffy? Good genes. They stared at one another for a long moment, frozen at an impasse. She almost asked, but if they didn’t know…. If they didn’t know who her sister was, it was better that they never found out.

“Yeah, well. I’m not interested.”

He smirked. “Ladies don’t lie, Dawn.” His eyes strayed to the ceiling as he sucked his teeth. “Course, ladies also don’t let old dead guys eat them out in public, so I guess we can’t really put you in that category any more.”

When he reached out to touch her face, Dawn jerked away. Irritated, he grabbed for her and she dodged, and he moved to box her into the corner by the bed. In a fit of inspiration, she yanked the cord for the drapes, and they flew open—natural light flooding the room.

Angelus recoiled onto the other side of the wide swath of sunshine. She could see his jaw clenching in the new light.

“Close them.”

“Hell no.”

“Waiting you out will only make me angry, Dawn. You won’t like that.”

She was shaking, but she was safe in her little corner. The door to the bathroom lay in the sunbeam. The door to the outside world lay in his territory.

She was safe for now, but she’d only bought herself time. A handful of hours till sunset. She thought it was still early afternoon.

He relaxed suddenly, and she thought it was strange how that actually made him look more intimidating. As if he knew exactly what he was going to do to her, and he’d have plenty of time to work out the details.

“Fine. Suit yourself. I’ll see you tonight.”

The door clicked and locked behind him, but Dawn stayed huddled in the corner.

Just in case.

maybe that wasn't so bright, Dawn...

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