Submission
by Vanilla Tiger
AN: AU Spawn from Bargaining Part One.
For the Intoxication Challenge, which specified the use of the words "blood"
and "wine," and literal or figurative intoxication.
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"Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." ~ Jareth, Labyrinth
Everything seemed to have gone wrong after they had left Sunnydale.
Not that they were anything near right before, but at least then Spike had been somewhere near sane. Besides it was too hard for Dawn to remember her life before the pair of them had raced away on a stolen motorbike fleeing the burning ruins of the only place that she had ever really lived.
She didn’t want to remember Buffy’s final swan dive, the scattered remains of the machine she’d tried to make a replacement, the bodies of her friends scattered across a graveyard, Willow’s head marked with blood. She didn’t know what the hell they’d all been doing out there at that time anyway, although the viciousness of Spike’s anger seemed to indicate his knowledge. She didn’t dare ask him though.
He was all she had left. He was all there was. This knowledge filled her senses, ran through her blood, screamed to her at night until there was nothing more she could hear everyday. Perhaps at first she had fought him, argued vehemently (only ever over trivial issues), but that was when she still believed in safety. It was before the destruction of Sunnydale led the way to the opening of the Hellmouth and the end of everything else.
It was when she still believed in a world outside of Spike.
He was growing tired of her, she knew that. Dawn also knew that there was no way she could survive without him, unless in the most literal sense. She was weak and human and pathetic, and ever since his chip had stopped working they were only tied together by a promise made to a girl neither of them could fully remember.
She would do whatever it took to keep him near her. Emboldened after gasping down half a bottle of wine one time, she had attempted to seduce him. Time, alcohol and loneliness had eventually led to her success. Still, she was young and inexperienced and could offer him no more in that department than many others.
It was a drunken mention of Drusilla that showed Dawn just what it was she must do. He was a vampire, now more than any time Dawn could remember.
He didn’t argue when she presented him with her plan, not the way he would have done years before when love had forced upon him a primitive morality. His eyes lit up in rapture, making Dawn wonder if this had not been what he had hoped for along. Like her, Spike had never lasted long alone.
She fell to her knees, and bared her neck. There was nothing left for her outside of him.
“I will make you my goddess,” Spike whispered to her reverently.
And then Dawn was no more.