PixieDreamer21

Title: Save me Chapter 2 His lil whore
Rating: Hard R
Warnings for this chapter: Sex, drug dealing, underaged drinking
Pairings: Spawn frienship or romance
Summery: Dawn is out of control. Drinking, Drugs, Sex, Cutting, and so much more; Dawn's inner demons are screaming out to her that she's nothing. She needs someone to help her but the only one that can, is screwing her older sister and abbonded her.

( His lil whore ) As Dawn made her way to the only decent club in Sunnydale, she looked around and noticed that it was pretty busy tonight, the place was packed. Women with cloths barley there, their breasts pouring out of their tight, low cut shirts, grinding on guys who were either looking for a lay or who were dead and looking for a kill. As she slipped off her paper thin leather jacket and put it on the nearest empty table she walked around until she found the person she was looking for surrounded around some of her friends from school.

"Hey Dawn, get your ass over here. Where have you been, you whore?" She heard Michael scream over the loud rock music. At first when he would call her things like that. she would get pissed and try to hit him, but he would always catch her fist in the air and make her pay for trying to hit him, and payment that kept her in line, he always said. She knows better now not to fight Michael ever again.

As she walked over to him she felt his wrap his arms around her waist pulling her to him roughly and she didn't protest or say anything. There was something about him that made her like that he was so dark, dangerous, and in control. And he always was, he was the type of guy that would have some people shiver in fear. He had the dark looks and a face that practically shouted you don't want to fuck with him. He always liked to be the leader also, if anyone ever tried to change that, they'd get a little payment of their own.

"Where have you been? I thought you wanted to party." He whispered into her ear seductively making a cold shiver run through her spin, and she could practically see his smirk from the back of her head. He loves that he has such an effect on her. He loves that he can control her.

"I do wanna party. What do you have today?" She asked without any emotion, turning around to face him.

"The usual. Pot. Meth. Crystal. Coke. What do you care for, for tonight?" He said hardly, listing all of his products in a very professional tone. Being a drug dealer for 7 years will do that to most people.

Dawn looked at him while she was thinking. She met Michael at detention a couple months ago and they just got close quick. They ended up ditching detention and he took her to his house where she tried drugs for the first time. He told her it would wash away all her pain, and just because she said that, she didn't care that she was taking something bad or you not to mention illegal. She just wanted to be free, free from all the pain, hurt, and anger she felt. She started taking drugs to silence the voice inside her said.

From that day on, they would skip school everyday and head out to his place and get high, drunk, or extremely horny. If it wasn't for him, she probably wouldn't have survived this long. His drugs kept her going...and the sex wasn't bad either. She looked at him again. Not bad at all.

"I'll take some weed, I want to get fucked up and I want to get fucked up now." She said harshly shoving the money into his hand angrily, she couldn't stop the voices. They were screaming in her head and she couldn't stop them. You're nothing Dawnie. NOTHING.

He took the money and put a bag of the green stuff into her pocket discretely, as if he didn't even do anything. After he almost got busted by the cops two years ago, Michael was more careful, about how he deals his goods. He says it'll be a fucking cold day in hell when he gets busted for a careless mistake.

As soon as she got what she wanted she walked away from him and headed towards the bar, leaning over showing just as much cleavage as she needed to get the bartender's attention. After all, men bartenders have only one thing on their mind at work and giving him a little taste of what he wanted could get her what she wanted.

"What can I get you doll face?" He said looking down her low cut shirt. Talk about subtle; he wasn't even being discrete and he was practically drooling on the floor. Perfect.

This was probably the youngest bartender working at the Bronze. He looked about 19 or 20 and he was very good looking. With short black locks that just framed his face perfectly and bright intense green eyes. He was skinny, but she could tell by his shirt that he was pretty built. He was fucking hot.

"I'll take a bottle of Jack Daniel's." She said flirtatiously smirking as he was practically undressing her with his eyes. She had him exactly where she wanted him.

"ID?" He asked in a tone that said he didn't even care. She smiled as she reached inside her shirt slowly and pulled out her ID and flashed it to him.

"Here you go." She said and smirked to herself when he barley even looked at the fake ID that Michael got her just days ago.

He placed the bottle on the bar and put down two shot glasses. As she was about to hand him the fifty she owed him when he stopped her.

"It's on the house, cute." He winked.

"Oh so I think I should repay you with a drink or something," she said casually thinking to herself. "What a hot...fucking moron."

"Or something?" He asked smirking at her. She leaned over the bar again and whispered a little something into his ear before she walked away with the bottle and headed towards Michael rolling her eyes at the stupid guy. How easy it was to con bartenders.

"What the fuck was that?" He demanded to know. Jealously was a common thing with him. When he had a girl he liked to make sure he was the only guy in her life.

"What jealous? Please you should know that it was bull shit and I just wanted a free bottle of Jack." She said emotionless, opening the bottle and taking a big gulp of it. She loved the burning that she felt down her throat and the dizziness she got whenever she took a sip of the dark amber liquid. "Another great way to kill the pain." Michael told her. You see he knew all about her and what she was always feeling. He knew he cut herself, and that her "family" barley spoke to her and treated her like she was invisible and used it against her. He couldn't afford to lose her as a customer or a sex partner. To him, she was something, even if it was his toy she liked that she was something to at least someone after Buffy took away everyone else.

After she gulped down her eleventh drink she started feeling the effects of the hard liquor; she felt more free, and she loved it. Like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders. So taking her half empty bottle with her she went the dance floor and moved her hips to the beat of the music. She felt men come up to her and start rubbing themselves to her and she moved with all of them, grabbing some by the necks to have them closer to her feeling their heat come off them. Grinding her thin, but curvy body on to each of them, feeling how much they wanted her when they rubbed themselves on her, trying to touch what isn't their's.

Then out of no where she feels herself being pulled away from the crowd of men and being pulled outside. She didn't have the strength to protest but just let the unknown figure take her and have their way with her and if it was a vampire, she'd just let the soulless, dead, creature drain her until she's so limp and she falls into an eternal sleep. Once they reached the alley she felt herself pushed onto the rough, hard brink wall. She looked at the face and saw Michael's dark brown eyes glaring at her. She could tell he was pissed and she knew that whatever was going to happen next would get bruises. Good or bad ones she wasn't sure.

"What the fuck are you doing bitch? Whoring yourself to those losers. You're mine, you slut, do you fucking hear me!? You. Are. Mine!" He hissed at her slapping her across the face. The sharp sting knocked a little sense into her but she still not all there.

Then he crashed his lips onto her's in a hard, dominant kiss just to further prove his point. She moaned into his mouth as his hand started to slip up her little skirt pushing it up to her waist and the other going up her shirt to stroke her large breast. He broke the kiss and started to suck on her neck making sure he leaves marks on her, to make her and let every mother fucker who tried to take her that she was his. As she started to unzip his pants and shove his boxers down he started rocking himself onto her pushing her further into the hard wall, knowing that it hurts her, but doesn't care. It was part of the punishment to being suck a whore. A skank, someone beneath him.

"Mine," he kept whispering into her pale skin, his tone was harsh and demanding as if he was making sure that she knew just where she stood with him. She was his. His toy, he could make her do anything he wanted her to do and he wanted her to know it. His strong hands ripped her panties off her and threw them on the ground and thrusts two fingers into her wet center. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder almost breaking his skin as his fingers pushed in and out. Soft then rough causing her to cry out in bliss.

"Say you're mine." He demands to her after her orgasm, taking one of his hands put her shirt and pinching her nipple hard. "This is pain you need, you whore. The pain I give you is the only pain you need." He would always tell her. Pain. She never thought she would need pain until she met him.

"I'm your's." She slurs before she grabs him by the neck and crashing her lips on to his as he enters her violently. Thrusting harder and faster, making Dawn's head start spinning as he continues to fuck the life out of her.

"Oh God," she cries as she hears his grunts as he cums.

As he pulls out of her she leans farther into the wall and slides down onto the floor, pulling her skirt down lazily. She looks up at Michael feeling a little bit more sober and her eyes go wide when she sees the body behind him. She sees the bright yellow eyes in the darkness and her heart speeds up a bit.

"Michael...run." She whispered as she slowly got up. She tries to grab him and pull him away into the club with her but he wouldn't move.

"What are you talking about you crazy bitch?" He asked but she didn't explain she just pushed him violently to the brink wall knocking him out of conscientiousness. She felt a little bad but she was not going to let this dead son of a bitch kill him.

"Well, well, well looks like I have a tough little cookie on my hands." The vampire smirked as he lunged for her. He was obviously a newbie. First rule to being a vampire, don't be overly cocky in Sunnydale; you never know who knows how to kill their kind.

She reacted quickly; kicking him right in the balls. He cried out in pain and she reached for a piece of pipe that was on the floor and hit him in the face as hard as she could. He fell to the ground in pain and she took that as the perfect chance to escape so she ran as fast as she could home.

As she ran faster and faster, trying to get away from the creature after her she felt her stomach burning in pain and her head spinning. It was a huge mistake to drink that much without eating anything all day and she knew that; but right now she'd beat herself up later, now she just had to make sure she got home alive, well as alive as she could ever be.When she reached her house she rushed right in and locked the door behind her. Even though she knew he wouldn't be able to get in without an invite, she was not going to take any chances. She was breathing heavily and could feel her heart beating faster then ever as she headed was about to head for her bedroom. She needed a new rush since her drunken state was interrupted by Michael first and then the vampire.

Before she had a chance to get upstairs, the door bell rang. She figured it was probably Michael wondering what the fuck was wrong with her. She was a little afraid to open the door knowing that he was probably going to punish her for hitting him and she already had one bruise on her face she didn't need another one, so she opened the door looking on the ground in fear.

"Michael...I don't know what came over..." She said softly but stopped talking as she looked up and didn't see the harsh brown eyes she was expecting. Instead she saw the electric blue eyes staring at her with confusion and some what worry.

Spike.

"...Me. Buffy's not here." She said unemotionally about to close the door so he wouldn't see the bruise and go cry Buffy but he stopped her. God damnit right now she really hates vampires!

"That's not why I'm here, and what the hell are you wearing?" He asked looking at her outfit. Since when did Dawn wear things like that?! A long sleeved blood red tight top that dipped in the middle showing major breast cleavage, and a dark skirt that was so short it belonged to someone five years younger than her. She shouldn't be wearing cloths like that, even around in her own home, she's too innocent to be dressing like a down town whore. And how the fuck did she get that new bruise on her cheek?

"Cloths, and if you're not here for Buffy, what do you want?" She asked harshly, wanting him to get the fuck out of her home. She doesn't want to see him. She just wanted to go in her room, maybe have some weed then pass out.

"I saw all the scobbies at the Magic box, just wanted to make sure you were safe." He explained and couldn't help but notice that she looked very pale, almost as pale as him and with the bruise her cheek was turning a black and purple color quick, and he could hear her heart beat, beating faster and he can tell that she's a little afraid. What she was afraid of, he didn't know yet.

"Well I'm safe, I don't need a protector, you can go now." She said about to close the door in him face but again he stops her. What the fuck was this guy's problem!?

"What the bloody hell is up your ass?" He asked not understanding why she was acting so cruel. Dawn always used to be so nice to him, she always thought of him as his best friend and someone she could count on, then why was so acting like she wanted to stake him good and proper?

"No reason I just want to be left alone, and you have no reason to check up on me now." She snapped at him pushing the door closed as hard as she could and locking it before she went upstairs and slammed the door shut. She had enough of his shit.

How dare he show up here! He had no right to "make sure she's safe" after he, like everyone else completely ignored her after Buffy came back. He used to be the one that she could cry on his shoulder and he would tell her it wasn't her fault that Buffy died, she used to be able to tell him anything. But as soon as Buffy came back she went back to being nothing. And who was he kidding, he just wanted to see if Buffy was here so he could fuck her all night forgetting she was even in the house, like they did last week. That fucking ass hole he should just turn to dust and leave everyone alone!

She grabbed the nearest thing on her dresser and threw it across her room shattering it to a million pieces and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"GOD WHY CAN'T HE JUST GO!?"

She shook her head. She was not going to let him take over her head, she got her cell phone off her bed and dialed her friend Janice. She wasn't too close to her that much anymore but she sometimes hung out with her and Michael at his place, so she could call her for no fucking reason just to talk right?

"Hey babe, what's up? I saw you at the Bronze but then you left so quickly. Oh and I have your jacket. Holy shit Michael just walked in and his head is bleeding, and he looks pissed! Girl what the fuck did you do? I know you two like it rough but God! Oh shit I think he's leaving to head to your place. Girl you better not let him in or he'll beat you to a fucking bloody pulp." Janice said not even giving Dawn a chance to speak.

"I wont but I got to go. I'll see you tomorrow at Michael's and I'll get my jacket. See you babe." She said closing her phone and looking around her room and sighing. She completely forgot about her jacket and her shit was in there. She guesses she'll have to just smoke some cigarettes tonight, it'll give her a little rush even if it's not too strong. Opening her window she stepped out and sat on the roof and lit one of her Marble Red's and inhaled the strong smoke easily closing her eyes to the feel of the smoke in her lungs, turning them black.

Meanwhile after having a door being slammed in his face, Spike stood on the Summer's porch thinking about Dawn. What was wrong with her? Why was she so cold and distant towards him? What did he do to her? And who the fuck's Michael and why was she explaining to him? Did something happen with this bloke that made her afraid? He'll fucking kill whoever hurt the little bit, because he can saw that she was hurt and he was determined to find out why.

He walked over to his favorite spot on the tree on the front lawn and sat on the floor as his mind just couldn't understand what was wrong with little his little bit. He looks up at her bedroom and could hear something breaking. Afraid that she was in trouble he got up about to storm in but when he heard her yell he stopped.

Was she talking about him or this Michael bloke? After a while he sees her open her window and start smoking! Nibblet smokes?! Since when? How the hell did she even get fags anyway, she's only sixteen. What the fuck was going on with this girl?! He hides behind the tree so she wouldn't see him and he could smell tears in the air. She's crying, but why? He listens more intensely and he could faintly hear her whispering to herself.

"You're nobody Dawnie. Nothing compared to Buffy, Dawnie. You should have died on that tower Dawnie. You're nothing little Dawnie, they'd rather have you gone. You're nothing Dawnie. Nothing" she kept mumbling over and over to herself.

What the fuck! Is that what she really thinks!? He had to prove to her that is not true. Just as he was about to make his presence known he hears a yell.

"What the fuck did you to me you bitch!?"

He looks at Dawn and could see her shoot up and wipe away her tears.

"Fuck, Michael." The blonde vampire heard her whisper as she went into her window and closed it shut.

Well, Spike finally thinks he knows why she was so afraid. Too bad he's more wrong then he realizes.

TBC

mood:

happy

tags: spawn fanfic saveme

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