A Dish Best Served Cold
A Dish Best Served Cold
Author: Xeelia
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Angelus/Dawn
Disclaimer: Joss owns, I play with!
Summery: A gaggle of inter-related drabbles for the Open on Sunday prompt Turn/Turning, Angelus uses Dawn as revenge against Buffy.
Angelus was filled with rage, the Slayer had somehow seduced his prized Childe, Spike, into being a white hat for her. She had stolen part of his family. That was not to be ignored.
One good turn deserved another.
He worked quickly to isolate the little sister of the Slayer. Killing anyone he saw her have contact with from school. He was clever this time though, making sure the majority of the deaths looked like accidents.
Slowly Dawn withdrew and shied away from everyone, even her sister and her best friend, Spike. That is when he finally sought her out.
Dawn was home alone, Angelus knew this. She had no idea he had rid himself of that pesky soul so he walked right up to the front door and knocked. He wasn’t surprised when Dawn immediately invited him inside.
He listened to her talk of the deaths of her acquaintances, to her fears of being some sort of jinx, and even to her blushing admission that she had once had a crush on him. She smiled when he offered a drive to clear her head. She didn’t even bat an eye when they turned down the drive to the mansion.
Angelus saw the moment Dawn figured it all out. She had looked up to see why they had stopped and realized where they were and who he actually was. He smirked and dragged her from the car and into the mansion.
She was just a bit of a thing and hauling into the master bedroom and securing her had taken no time. She struggled like a champ but thanks to his having drained the other Slayer he was far stronger than she was.
She didn’t cry though; well not until she heard the loud click of him turning the lock.
He took his time with her, picking apart her psyche bit by bit, day by day. He didn’t hit her, he rarely touched her, he just kept up the mind games, learning all her secrets.
He openly laughed when he finally figured out that it was Spike of all people she was most concerned about.
He made sure not to completely break her, he didn’t need another Drusilla but he did want her compliant. It took more time but he wanted to be sure when he turned her loose on her friends they would know exactly who had created Dawn.
Finally his new creation was ready to be made. Her brilliant ocean colored eyes held no opposition, her full mouth held no scowl, she was his and she knew it. He bathed her gently and dressed her in a beautiful dress. He combed her hair out and but a rose behind her ear. Dawn was a masterpiece indeed, his new masterpiece.
Turning away from her he grabbed the digital camera he had picked up from some delicious kid downtown and took a slew of pictures. He was so glad he had learned to e-mail. The Slayer would simply love these.
Dawn didn’t fight or struggle as he tilted her head, a month of mental torture had been enough to stop that sort of silliness. She would willingly accept her death, he knew that. Of course she didn’t know he was going to turn her. As he morphed into gameface her heart beat didn’t even escalate.
But he made sure when he bit her she screamed.
He drained most of her decadently powerful blood in moments. He felt her fading and used his fang to slice into his wrist. She weakly tried to refuse but quickly accepted what was offered. Angelus smiled.
Turning changed a person that much was true, but not everyone that was turned was psychopathic like Angelus. Thus Angelus was fairly upset when his newest Childe still held onto her affection for her sister, he was however more upset at her affection for Spike.
Two weeks later Angelus smiled widely as he watched her systematically destroy the Slayer and her cronies. Turning her may not have made Dawn a psychopath but Angelus’ skilled hands had. It had taken some intense games but eventually it worked.
He smiled as he dropped the sketches of Dawn in front of Spike’s crypt.