Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Spike, Dawn
Challenge/Prompt: nekid_spike Themed Drabbles and Icons: Blood and Smile
Word Count: 374
Date Written: 3 November 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
He woke to the smell of fried onions. His eyes flashed open, his stomach rumbling. He looked around as other delicious aromas toyed tantalizingly with his nose. Summers had been here. A Summers was still in the room with him.
He blinked as he looked up at Dawn. She was pouring blood into a glass, and for just a moment, his hazed mind thought the crimson fluid was pouring from her hands. His top lip was just beginning to lift in a savage growl when he noticed the small, plastic bag being squeezed between her palms.
“Good morning to you too,” Dawn chirped brightly, flashing a wide smile at him.
“Nibblet,” he muttered, pushing himself up, “what are you doing here?”
Making sure you’re happy. She almost said the words aloud but stopped herself just in a time. Instead, her smile still firmly in place, she replied, “I thought you might enjoy a bit of breakfast for a change.”
He usually went hunting for his breakfast and dug it out of the first tender neck of a bad human he could find, but he didn’t say that aloud. Instead he looked at the blood dripping into the glass next to a fresh, lovely onion blossom and grinned at the girl responsible for them both. “Thank you,” he said earnestly, reeling back his instincts.
Still smiling, Dawn passed him the glass of blood first. “You deserve a good morning, or a good night for a change,” she said. Her smile twisted into a humored grin. “That’s a new twist on good night.”
“I like it,” Spike replied, tipping the glass of blood in her direction like a salute. “Thanks, bit.” After a moment spent moving from his couch to the table, he asked, “Does your sister know where you are?”
“No,” Dawn said quickly, looking down and away from him. “She doesn’t need to either.” She nervously glanced back up at him.
Spike saluted her again with the half-emptied glass. “You’re right. She won’t hear it from me.” He grinned again, and smiling, Dawn moved to empty another bag into his glass. She deserved some freedom just as much as he deserved to be happy. Maybe they could find it together after all.