[fic] Tell True Stories(Dawn,Faith/Dru) PG-13, 1/2
Title: Tell True Stories
Author: Ersatz Fiction
Characters: Dawn, Harmony, Spike, Angelus, Faith, Drusilla, Faith/Drusilla
Rating: PG-13 for mild femslash, violence and language.
Warnings: None
Prompt: # 17--Stories that never happened
Spoilers: Mild ones for season three and five of Buffy and season 2 of Angel.
Summery: A story that never happened, as told to a girl that never was by a vampire never this sane.
AN: AU featuring character's people love to hate.Written special for bb_and_ww and posted inexcusably late. Title taken from a quote from The Amber Spyglass by Phillip Pullman. Any and all spelling errors, tense confusion, and OOC dialog is mine.
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Dawn yawns, the rain moving against the windows only so exciting. Especially when the street below was so empty. No body had passed by in a long time. If the power would cut back on, she could at least watch TV. The apartment was quiet, only the sound of water hitting glass and Gris purring nearby.
"Tell me a story," she says to the vampire curled up against the glass beside her.
"What kind? A story that's made up one or a story that's true?"
"A true one," Dawn says, tugging the blanket from underneath the dozing cat. Gris stretches as Dawn wraps the blanket around body, then curls up near her calf.
"What kind of story shall I tell?”
"Vampires. One about vampires."
"Once there were two vampires--"
--Perched on the windowsill like falcons, seeking their pray. Every time the door to the club opened a spill of base-beat, sweat, and strobe quick colored lights.
“Angelus, can we go in yet? ’M hungry,” The smaller one said, wrapping his coat around him.
“Spike,” Angelus growled low, keeping still.
“We've been crouched here for-soddin-ever. The club will be closed soon."
"That's the plan, the girls are already drunk and we will be clear headed,” Angelus said.
"Wanted a drink too. Maybe a dance or two with some ripe little poppet," Spike said with a pout.
Angelus’s voice quivered with anger: “If you hadn’t eaten the last man in the cellar and not replaced him then maybe I’d let you. I can’t trust the minions to keep the larder stocked, but you should know better.”
Spike sighed, slipping his hand inside his coat to touch his cigarette case. He wanted a cigarette. Only Angelus would punish him for giving their position away. The older vampire was quick to temper and very particular about how he hunted. Not that it mattered, the man at the club door was keeping an eye on the girls and the girls were too far in the cups to notice much.
What ever sign Angelus was waiting for came to pass, for he stood and stepped off the ledge, dropping down to the street with a thud. Even after all these years, Spike was still impressed by such vampire tricks. Following his sire, his duster rustling in the air, he landed beside him in the empty lot. Angelus’s face shifted to its human guise with a low crunch, hansom as the face of an painted angel.
As they approached, two young women stumbled out of the door, bumping into the guard.
“Oops!” the blond one giggled as her brunette friend smiled and apologized.
“Harmony, can you at least pretend you’re not utterly sloshed?” the brunette walked down the sidewalk, pulling her behind her.
"I would if the ground would stop rocking. Its worse then Daddy’s yacht. Oh my God Dawn, lets go to the yacht. The water looks so great at night,” Harmony said.
Spike grinned to himself. Girls like this were like happy meals to a vampire: when you’re done eating, you get to keep the toy.
“Excuse me miss? Would you like me to call you a cab?” Angelus had a perfect concerned Samaritan voice that reached his brown eyes and when the girls turned, their eyes widened in shock.
“Wowza,” the brunette, Dawn whispered.
“Only if it’s to your place,” Harmony said.
“Don’t be such a slut,” Dawn whispered in her ear, unaware they could hear her. To them she said: “She’s kidding. We don’t need a cab or anything. We have another party to go to so we were going to walk.”
“The least we could do is walk with you. All sorts of baddies wandering the streets wouldn’t want anything to get a hold of you,” Spike offered. He didn’t want anyone else cheating them out of there pray.
“Thanks but…” Dawn stared to say, but Harmony was already stumbling forward, wrapping around Spike in a sloppy hug.
“Thank you, Blondie Bear.” Oh how Angelus laughed! He silently said ‘Blondie Bear’ at Spike with amusement. Spike knew then the stupid little girl had to die.
“And how do we know your not some ‘baddies’ looking to lure us into a dark ally?” Dawn crossed her arms as she said this, glaring at the men.
“Dawn, shut up. If that’s what they wanted to do, they wouldn’t have said anything. Duh. Don’t you watch movies?” Harmony said. Spike pried Harmony’s arms from around his neck, and tucked her arm in the crook of his, the smell of her perfume a perfect aromatic note to the rich salty aroma of her blood.
“No, I read. You should try it some time,” Dawn said. Hand on hip, she looked over Angelus, then Spike. Pushing the strap of her purse up one bare shoulder, she gave a little sigh.
“Fine, you can with us. But no funny business! And if Harmony pukes on your friends boots, I won’t be held responsible.” Harmony begin to stumble forward, and Spike was halfway carrying her down the sidewalk.
“Deal,” Angelus said, holding out one hand to Dawn, who stood at his side. She stared at for a moment before shaking her head.
“I’d like to keep my hands free, if you don’t mind, buddy.” The sidewalk was only wide enough to walk two at a time, so Angelus and Dawn led the way.
“Actually, its Angelus. Not buddy,” Angelus said.
“That’s your name? How old English. I would have expected your friend to have a name like that,” Dawn replied
“My friend is Spike,” Angelus gestured behind him. Dawn smiled.
"Sounds like the name of a terrier.”
“Oi!” Spike was not amused.
“I think Spike is a very manly name,” Harmony said.
“You would,” Dawn rolled her eyes and shared a grin with Angelus. Harmony tripped over the first and second street curb, so intoxicated was she. Luckily, they were in an area they were in was mostly empty factories, closed storefronts and factory-turned-flats. The time passed with Dawn telling Angelus all the best places to eat in LA, as he told her they were new to town. Spike kept one ear to that conversation and the other to Harmony’s prattle about France.
“Waitwaitwait." Harmony slowed, swaying in her tiny heels. "I have to text Donny and tell him we're almost here." Harmony took out a garish pink phone from her purse. "I’m sure Donny wouldn't mind if you two came up for a while. It’s just going to be him and his loser friends anyway. You guys seem way cooler."
"Harmony," Dawn sighed, crossing her arms over chest.
"Whatever, Dawn. Donny said it was ok. But something is wrong with his buzzer so we have to go through the side door."
"Gross, the one next to the dumpster?" Harmony nodded. "I just got these heels."
"I could carry you," Angelus offered. Dawn glared, but the slight smile on Angelus's face melted her look.
"Girls really fall for that," Dawn said. "Too bad I’m not one of those girls."
"I always did like a challenge," Angelus said. She rolled her eyes again, but a faint blush crept over her neck.
The girls stopped in front of a wide ally next to a tall brick building. Loud music wafted down from open windows.
"This is it?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, Come one, the sooner we get in the sooner I can take my shoes off," Dawn said as the vampires followed the girls deeper into the ally.
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Continued in part two