Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Spike/Buffy, Dawn/Faith, past Spike/Drusilla
Challenge/Prompt: anythingdrabble 61: Describe
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 11 November 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to WHedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
“What’s it like?” she asked softly, gazing imploringly up at him.
“It -- It’s different for everyone,” he answered evasively, almost falling into his old, mortal, stuttering habits.
“Can you describe what it was like for you? With my sister?”
“It was terrifying. And exhilarating. And inspiring. Your sister inspired things in me that I never would have even thought of doing without her, and that wasn’t,” he admitted, “just when I was falling in love with her.” Or maybe he had started falling in love with her when he had first helped her to save the world but just hadn’t realized it yet. He had been blinded by Dru, by anger, and by his own Demonic tendencies for a long time.
“Was it different? Falling in love with Drusilla?”
“Very. With Dru, it was more . . . primal. It was more about escapism at first with her than anything else. She promised me things I thought I wanted, things I thought I was willing to sacrifice anything else for. Buffy didn’t promise me squat except for a stake through the heart.” He grinned.
“So terrifying, exhilarating, inspiring,” Dawn listed, ticking each one off on her fingers while watching him. “Anything else?”
“Oh, yeah. Everything. I felt the whole barrage with your sister. I thought I hated her at one time. Then I realized that passionate hate was hiding something far deeper, something that frightened me even then. Don’t ever repeat that,” he snarled. “I’ll deny every word of it.”
She grinned. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, I kinda know what you mean.”
“You do?” he asked, frowning, cocking his blonde head to one side, and studying her more closely.
She nodded. “Yup. I’m feeling every damn one of those and more. For Faith, of all people.”
He chuckled. “Then go for it, Nibblet. But be careful. She’s a wild ride, that one.”
“And my sister isn’t?” Dawn asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
His broad grin filled his face and flashed at her like a wink of bright sunshine in the darkness. “Oh, yeah,” he agreed with another, deeper chuckle. “She definitely is. I know how to hang on tight, though. She would’ve bucked me long ago otherwise.”
Dawn smiled. “I’ll learn,” she said thoughtfully. “It’ll be worth it.”
“Definitely,” he agreed again. “The wildest rides are always the best.” He leaned back against the trunk of the tree they’d sat underneath nearly every night when it had just been the two of them after Buffy’s death and studied her with renewed interest. He’d never had a kid sister. Before he’d been turned, it had always just been his mother and himself, but now Dawnie did seem to be taking after him in many ways. That wasn’t a bad thing. He grinned, watching her beneath the full moon. He looked to forward to seeing how things played out between her and the rogue Slayer, and if Faith broke her heart, well, he’d just have to stake her when Buffy wasn’t looking.