Fic!
Why is it that I hit my prolific streak when I'm supposed to be essay-writing?
Here's some Wishverse Dawnya
Dawn could have told the librarian not to bother with the pendant. Vengeance demons were dangerous and tricky, not unlike herself. She remembered the one that had come to her after their parents died. Buffy had killed it of course, but for the first time Dawn had mourned.
At least the demon had listened to her.
Buffy was too busy being all humanity's sole hope against evil, and trying not to care about everyone who had died. And there was no-one else left to pay attention to the Slayer's kid sister, especially not some tweedy old English guy.
It didn't mean that Dawn was glad he died though. There was nothing she could have done. Once the fight had begun it was pretty much over.
Janna had been young for her kind, young enough to remember what being human was like, what being a teenager was like. She still had been able to put up enough of a fight to almost get Buffy killed.
Dawn could have conceivably leapt down the stairs, rolled across the floor, grabbed a sword from the weapon's cabinet and joined in the fray …just in time to get her corpse thrown on top of Giles'.
Yeah, right. Dawn had no intention of dying any time soon. Buffy was broken enough already. If the two of them were separated, there'd be nothing left.
She wasn't going to think of Buffy just yet, not until she came back from her latest mission. Dawn would just sit here and read like she always did when Buffy was out killing things, boning up on magic and demonology. She was in a library after all.
It was several hours before she saw anyone else. One of the kids from round here came in looking for Giles and screamed. You'd think she'd never seen a corpse before.
Dawn didn't need to listen to the girl's words. It had been bound to happen one day. Apparently no-one had made it back, and the vampires were more powerful than ever. It didn't shock her, or grieve her. It didn't make her feel much of anything really. Strange, Dawn had never really realised how much of herself would die with her sister.
At some point the girl left but Dawn wasn't paying any attention. She wandered over to the open books, burnt some herbs and recited certain incantations.
"I believe I've done this before. I hope you realise what I did to the last personto summon here." said Anyanka.
Dawn remained unbowed. "I'm a woman, and I seek vengeance. That's your job, isn't it?"
The demon smiled sinisterly and nodded.
"I wish," Dawn stumbled a little over those two words. She hadn't said them for years, not since her parents' death. After Janna, Buffy had tried to ensure neither of them would ever say them again. "I wish to be a vengeance demon so that I can punish those who killed my sister."
A trace of shock pushed past the rage in Anyanka's eyes. "Are you sure? I usually do scorned women, but I won't turn down a chance to torture the guilty."
"I know what I want," growled Dawn.
For a second Dawn can see past the demon to the lost young girl she must once have been. Then the grisly visage returns. "Done!"
And the last Summers is gone.
She just goes by Dawn now. There's no need for a family name when you no longer have a family. Anyanka took her under her wing at first, but Dawn turned out tohave a true gift for vengeance.
The Master is still burning.
They stick together though. Anyanka's beginning to remember how good it felt to trust someone, and Dawn's not ready to be alone.
Vengeance demons are potentially the most powerful beings in the universe. They need the words, of course, but people are easily manipulated, especially when two demons work together.
Glory never stood a chance.
Here's some Wishverse Dawnya
Dawn could have told the librarian not to bother with the pendant. Vengeance demons were dangerous and tricky, not unlike herself. She remembered the one that had come to her after their parents died. Buffy had killed it of course, but for the first time Dawn had mourned.
At least the demon had listened to her.
Buffy was too busy being all humanity's sole hope against evil, and trying not to care about everyone who had died. And there was no-one else left to pay attention to the Slayer's kid sister, especially not some tweedy old English guy.
It didn't mean that Dawn was glad he died though. There was nothing she could have done. Once the fight had begun it was pretty much over.
Janna had been young for her kind, young enough to remember what being human was like, what being a teenager was like. She still had been able to put up enough of a fight to almost get Buffy killed.
Dawn could have conceivably leapt down the stairs, rolled across the floor, grabbed a sword from the weapon's cabinet and joined in the fray …just in time to get her corpse thrown on top of Giles'.
Yeah, right. Dawn had no intention of dying any time soon. Buffy was broken enough already. If the two of them were separated, there'd be nothing left.
She wasn't going to think of Buffy just yet, not until she came back from her latest mission. Dawn would just sit here and read like she always did when Buffy was out killing things, boning up on magic and demonology. She was in a library after all.
It was several hours before she saw anyone else. One of the kids from round here came in looking for Giles and screamed. You'd think she'd never seen a corpse before.
Dawn didn't need to listen to the girl's words. It had been bound to happen one day. Apparently no-one had made it back, and the vampires were more powerful than ever. It didn't shock her, or grieve her. It didn't make her feel much of anything really. Strange, Dawn had never really realised how much of herself would die with her sister.
At some point the girl left but Dawn wasn't paying any attention. She wandered over to the open books, burnt some herbs and recited certain incantations.
"I believe I've done this before. I hope you realise what I did to the last personto summon here." said Anyanka.
Dawn remained unbowed. "I'm a woman, and I seek vengeance. That's your job, isn't it?"
The demon smiled sinisterly and nodded.
"I wish," Dawn stumbled a little over those two words. She hadn't said them for years, not since her parents' death. After Janna, Buffy had tried to ensure neither of them would ever say them again. "I wish to be a vengeance demon so that I can punish those who killed my sister."
A trace of shock pushed past the rage in Anyanka's eyes. "Are you sure? I usually do scorned women, but I won't turn down a chance to torture the guilty."
"I know what I want," growled Dawn.
For a second Dawn can see past the demon to the lost young girl she must once have been. Then the grisly visage returns. "Done!"
And the last Summers is gone.
She just goes by Dawn now. There's no need for a family name when you no longer have a family. Anyanka took her under her wing at first, but Dawn turned out tohave a true gift for vengeance.
The Master is still burning.
They stick together though. Anyanka's beginning to remember how good it felt to trust someone, and Dawn's not ready to be alone.
Vengeance demons are potentially the most powerful beings in the universe. They need the words, of course, but people are easily manipulated, especially when two demons work together.
Glory never stood a chance.