(no subject)
Where: Sunnydale streets
When: September 10th
Who: Dawn Summers (whoever)
What: Smuggling and dealing
Rating: TBD
Dawn slipped down the backstairs of the hideout, trying not to let her sister hear her as she stuck out. She had dressed in a pair of faded cargo jeans, two t-shirts layered over each other and Buffy’s old leather jacket. Her dark curls were caught up in low, twisted bun, tucked under an old Superman baseball cap of Xander’s. On her feet were a pair of
black boots that Faith, the rouge slayer had left in the old house. On an impulse she had slipped the cross that had been in her sister’s top drawer on her neck as protection. She knew what she was doing dangerous, and if Giles or Buffy found out, she was so gonna get grounded for like forever. Dawn picked up the backpack from the back porch area and ran from shadow to shadow.
Finally she had gotten to the spot, now all she could do is wait. While she wasted the precious darkness, she remember the way it was back then. Before this Nightmarish hell began. Back then, Willow and Tara, in love, Buffy was finally getting get back together. And for once, she had finally felt safe. Then Tara was killed, and well, she learned a girl had to make her own safety happen. She had learned the hard way that mothers die, no
one is trusted, and best friends can become your worse enemy in a instant. She had learned those lessons, fast and hard. Dawn was no longer the child she had been a mere six months prior.
Back then she had been overly emotional, crying, feeling left out and unloved. Now, even as argued with Buffy, studied under Giles’s watchful eyes, and worked with Xander to find a way to save Willow, she never forgot what she learned on that day when the
world ended for her. She had learned to depend on her, do whatever it takes to make it. And she knew, somehow, she and those she loved would make it, even if it meant lying to them every night.
Now, she was standing there, as a gentle rain fell, waiting in the dark like a criminal. She stood just inside the old abandoned doorway of the Magic Box, waiting for her demon contact. And there he was, Clem, her old friend but now he was a buyer of goods that only the younger Summer girl could get him.
“Hey”, Dawn said in a nonchalance voice.
“You got the stuff?” the overly wrinkled demon said.
“Yeah you got what I asked for?” Dawn replied
“yeah, here it is.” He handed her backpack. Dawn unzipped and checked and smile when she saw what was needed .
“Here ya go.” Dawn handed over a plastic bag from
her backpack. "don't waste it."
As Dawn walked away she smiled, thinking of how much Giles would love the fact that amazingly enough, he had gotten three of his old magical books from the Magic box that could have sworn he had lost. Not bad for a small box of nacho cheese bugles, a bag of mixed nuts, and three hot pink Hostess Snowballs.
Now she had other things she need to do. There was a garden over on fifth and main that should have some vegetables and she knew over on Harper Ave there was a demon selling dry goods for cheap. She had much to do before the sunrise, and she simply hoped that her luck would hold out a little longer.
When: September 10th
Who: Dawn Summers (whoever)
What: Smuggling and dealing
Rating: TBD
Dawn slipped down the backstairs of the hideout, trying not to let her sister hear her as she stuck out. She had dressed in a pair of faded cargo jeans, two t-shirts layered over each other and Buffy’s old leather jacket. Her dark curls were caught up in low, twisted bun, tucked under an old Superman baseball cap of Xander’s. On her feet were a pair of
black boots that Faith, the rouge slayer had left in the old house. On an impulse she had slipped the cross that had been in her sister’s top drawer on her neck as protection. She knew what she was doing dangerous, and if Giles or Buffy found out, she was so gonna get grounded for like forever. Dawn picked up the backpack from the back porch area and ran from shadow to shadow.
Finally she had gotten to the spot, now all she could do is wait. While she wasted the precious darkness, she remember the way it was back then. Before this Nightmarish hell began. Back then, Willow and Tara, in love, Buffy was finally getting get back together. And for once, she had finally felt safe. Then Tara was killed, and well, she learned a girl had to make her own safety happen. She had learned the hard way that mothers die, no
one is trusted, and best friends can become your worse enemy in a instant. She had learned those lessons, fast and hard. Dawn was no longer the child she had been a mere six months prior.
Back then she had been overly emotional, crying, feeling left out and unloved. Now, even as argued with Buffy, studied under Giles’s watchful eyes, and worked with Xander to find a way to save Willow, she never forgot what she learned on that day when the
world ended for her. She had learned to depend on her, do whatever it takes to make it. And she knew, somehow, she and those she loved would make it, even if it meant lying to them every night.
Now, she was standing there, as a gentle rain fell, waiting in the dark like a criminal. She stood just inside the old abandoned doorway of the Magic Box, waiting for her demon contact. And there he was, Clem, her old friend but now he was a buyer of goods that only the younger Summer girl could get him.
“Hey”, Dawn said in a nonchalance voice.
“You got the stuff?” the overly wrinkled demon said.
“Yeah you got what I asked for?” Dawn replied
“yeah, here it is.” He handed her backpack. Dawn unzipped and checked and smile when she saw what was needed .
“Here ya go.” Dawn handed over a plastic bag from
her backpack. "don't waste it."
As Dawn walked away she smiled, thinking of how much Giles would love the fact that amazingly enough, he had gotten three of his old magical books from the Magic box that could have sworn he had lost. Not bad for a small box of nacho cheese bugles, a bag of mixed nuts, and three hot pink Hostess Snowballs.
Now she had other things she need to do. There was a garden over on fifth and main that should have some vegetables and she knew over on Harper Ave there was a demon selling dry goods for cheap. She had much to do before the sunrise, and she simply hoped that her luck would hold out a little longer.