Do you really need a key, if the door wasn't locked?
Who: Dawn and whoever wants to greet her
Where: Hotel lobby
When: Evening
What: Dawn manages to get herself into to trouble yet again
Dawn shivered as she sat on the swings at the park burying the toes of her sneakers in the sand. Well that'll teach me to run away without grabbing a jacket first, she thought to herself. Of course when she set seven years of journal aflame in her bedroom trashcan, proper outerwear was not on the forefront of her thoughts as she hightailed it out the window.
How could she not be real? She felt real, she was certainly cold enough. She had to have been alive for more then six months! She had memories of being pushed by her sister on this very swing right after they had moved to Sunnydale. Sure she was nine and more then capable of swinging by herself, but Buffy could get her so high. Of course as she later found out, that recently acquired slayer strength had come in handy. How could that memory not be true? She needed to know what she was, but she had no idea how to find out. She clearly couldn't trust her sister, or any of her Scooby friends to tell her the truth. It seemed like the only people who had been upfront with her lately were the crazy people she kept having a habit of running into.
That's it!
Giles' journal had said that people outside reality could see her true existence. Spike said that meant psychics and crazy people, of which Sunnydale had an abundance of at the hospital. With her new game plan in mind, Dawn hopped off the swings ready to head to her new destination. She had only gotten about two steps when she heard a twig snap behind her. Turning her head slowly, she saw just what she didn't want to see. A hungry vampire who was looking at her like she was lunch. With a terrified scream she took off at a run, but didn't get far before, in like every bad horror movie ever, she tripped, hitting her head on the corner of the slide on the way down.
Buffy is going to kill me if I get eaten, was Dawn's last conscious thought before her world went black.
Dawn came to slowly, her mind processing what had happened before she passed out first, and then trying to figure out what was going on now. She was laying on something cold and hard, which was definitely not the sand of the playground she had just been in. Great, she thought before she opened her eyes, I got myself kidnapped and held hostage again. Buffy is so not going to cover for me with Mom again. Slowly cracking one eye open, to see if she could figure out which dirty cave or crypt she was lying on the floor of, she was more that a little shocked to realize it was a nice and clean marble floor she had been passed out on, the floor of what looked to be a very expensive hotel lobby. Clearly the Sunnydale vamps were moving up in the world when it came to lairs. Unless of course, her heart skipped a beat, she had been found by Glory! Certainly a goddess, even one from hell, would live in a swanky place like this. But no one was supposed to know she was the Key, that was the whole point of why her life currently sucked major.
She had to get out, she had to find Buffy! Surely her sister was out looking for her. Buffy always managed to find her and rescue her just in the nic of time. Scrambling to her feet she made a run for the front door, pulling it open. When she was hit with a blast of cold air, much colder then what she was complaining about back in the park, tears welled up in her eyes. There was several feet of snow on the ground outside, there was no way she was still in Sunnydale. How was Buffy going to find her?
"Ms. Summers, would you like to check in now?" A voice sounded from behind her making her jump and shriek as she turned to find the source.
"Who are you?! Where am I?! What do you want from me?!" she demanded with much more confidence then she really felt.
"You're at the Hotel California, Ms. Summers," he replied pleasantly, answering only one of her three questions.
"If you know who I am, then you must know who my sister is," Dawn replied her hands on her hips. "And if you know who my sister is, then you know that unless you take me home right now, she will totally kick your butt."
"But Ms. Summers, you are home."
Where: Hotel lobby
When: Evening
What: Dawn manages to get herself into to trouble yet again
Dawn shivered as she sat on the swings at the park burying the toes of her sneakers in the sand. Well that'll teach me to run away without grabbing a jacket first, she thought to herself. Of course when she set seven years of journal aflame in her bedroom trashcan, proper outerwear was not on the forefront of her thoughts as she hightailed it out the window.
How could she not be real? She felt real, she was certainly cold enough. She had to have been alive for more then six months! She had memories of being pushed by her sister on this very swing right after they had moved to Sunnydale. Sure she was nine and more then capable of swinging by herself, but Buffy could get her so high. Of course as she later found out, that recently acquired slayer strength had come in handy. How could that memory not be true? She needed to know what she was, but she had no idea how to find out. She clearly couldn't trust her sister, or any of her Scooby friends to tell her the truth. It seemed like the only people who had been upfront with her lately were the crazy people she kept having a habit of running into.
That's it!
Giles' journal had said that people outside reality could see her true existence. Spike said that meant psychics and crazy people, of which Sunnydale had an abundance of at the hospital. With her new game plan in mind, Dawn hopped off the swings ready to head to her new destination. She had only gotten about two steps when she heard a twig snap behind her. Turning her head slowly, she saw just what she didn't want to see. A hungry vampire who was looking at her like she was lunch. With a terrified scream she took off at a run, but didn't get far before, in like every bad horror movie ever, she tripped, hitting her head on the corner of the slide on the way down.
Buffy is going to kill me if I get eaten, was Dawn's last conscious thought before her world went black.
Dawn came to slowly, her mind processing what had happened before she passed out first, and then trying to figure out what was going on now. She was laying on something cold and hard, which was definitely not the sand of the playground she had just been in. Great, she thought before she opened her eyes, I got myself kidnapped and held hostage again. Buffy is so not going to cover for me with Mom again. Slowly cracking one eye open, to see if she could figure out which dirty cave or crypt she was lying on the floor of, she was more that a little shocked to realize it was a nice and clean marble floor she had been passed out on, the floor of what looked to be a very expensive hotel lobby. Clearly the Sunnydale vamps were moving up in the world when it came to lairs. Unless of course, her heart skipped a beat, she had been found by Glory! Certainly a goddess, even one from hell, would live in a swanky place like this. But no one was supposed to know she was the Key, that was the whole point of why her life currently sucked major.
She had to get out, she had to find Buffy! Surely her sister was out looking for her. Buffy always managed to find her and rescue her just in the nic of time. Scrambling to her feet she made a run for the front door, pulling it open. When she was hit with a blast of cold air, much colder then what she was complaining about back in the park, tears welled up in her eyes. There was several feet of snow on the ground outside, there was no way she was still in Sunnydale. How was Buffy going to find her?
"Ms. Summers, would you like to check in now?" A voice sounded from behind her making her jump and shriek as she turned to find the source.
"Who are you?! Where am I?! What do you want from me?!" she demanded with much more confidence then she really felt.
"You're at the Hotel California, Ms. Summers," he replied pleasantly, answering only one of her three questions.
"If you know who I am, then you must know who my sister is," Dawn replied her hands on her hips. "And if you know who my sister is, then you know that unless you take me home right now, she will totally kick your butt."
"But Ms. Summers, you are home."