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Lessons In this fic, Spike didn’t come back to Sunnydale and get a chip shoved in his head because his torture session with Dru worked out. They’re back now because… I don’t know or care. They just are. They want to kill Buffy because she pisses them off. They’re bored. Spike wants a threesome with the newly vamped Slayer and Drusilla. Take you’re pick. This is set during season five, before Dawn finds out she’s the Key. Buffy already knows, so just before Blood Ties, I suppose. Just suspend your disbelief and get caught in the moment. Rated NC-17 Shoo children! Run away! Warnings: Spike/Dawn, Spike/Drusilla implied. Underage sex. Bloodplay. Spanking. Bondage. Semi non-consensual sex. Character Death. No happy ending… So what would happen if those monks screwed up the spell on everyone’s memory and didn’t think to include a couple of vampires who were in Brazil at the time. Like, say, Spike and Dru? Well, this… ~~~~~~ Spike hit the gas and rammed through the “Welcome To Sunnydale” sign with a vengeance, then slammed on his brakes. Drusilla giggled and slid her hand out of his unbuttoned jeans, petting his shrinking cock gently. “My Spike is such a bad boy sometimes,” she purred. “Look at all this mess.” “ Yeah, well I think it pays to make an entrance,” Spike said with a grin. He grabbed Drusilla and dragged her across his lap, kissing her fiercely. She arched towards him and he slipped a hand beneath her long skirt, sliding his fingers into her. She moaned. Spike slid his hand away from her and she whimpered. He grinned down at her. “Let’s find somewhere with a big bed and finish this there, pet.” He grinned rakishly, and Drusilla laid a hand across his face. “My Spike…” she whispered. “Such a beautiful boy. My beautiful, dead boy.” ~~~~~~ After shagging Drusilla into something almost coma-like, Spike rolled off her body and untied the knots from around her wrists. Then he rubbed them softly to sooth the burns that had happened when she’d fought against the bindings. Drusilla opened her eyes slowly, then smiled sleepily at Spike. “You’re so bad to me, Spike,” she whispered. “You make me hurt so nicely.” Spike swallowed down the bad taste he got every time he hurt his princess. But this was what she liked, what she craved. He gave her what she wanted, and she stayed with him. He was useless without her. He kissed her gently, then rolled off the bed. “I’m starving, pet,” he said as he pulled on his clothes. “Wanna come for a bite to eat?” She stretched sinuously. “No, I’m tired.” She smiled wickedly. “I feel old, Spike. Bring me something young and pretty for dinner, please?” Spike grinned. “Of course, luv,” he said. “I’ll pick something up at that club they have here, with all the teenagers.” He leaned over her, running a hand roughly across her naked breasts. “A pretty little girl, maybe?” “Perfect,” she sighed. “A pretty girl with long hair and big eyes, Spike.” She giggled. “Eyes we can rip out!” Spike winced inwardly, but hid it as best he could. “Done, pet,” he murmured. With a last kiss and a harsh tweak of her nipple, he left, kicking aside the bodies of the young couple that owned the house. Silly children. Shouldn’t have invited anyone in, especially not crying women who were frightened of their boyfriends. They’d have learned their lesson, if they were still alive. He shrugged. Ah, well. Their loss. ~~~~~~ Spike drove slowly down the street, trying to appear nonchalant and hoping the Slayer wasn’t out on patrol. She’d recognize him in second and things could get dicey. He wasn’t ready to deal with her yet. Nope, no Slayer. But what was that pretty piece of flesh walking up a ways? Hmm. Long hair, check. Probably had big eyes; most little girls did. Check. Looked young. Check. Spike smiled dangerously. Why bother with the Bronze when this pretty child was just wandering around asking to be eaten? He picked up his pace to catch up to her. ~~~~~~ Dawn kicked at the pebbles on the sidewalk as she hunched her shoulders and walked aimlessly. She’d managed to sneak out of the house, but now that she was out, she had no idea what to do. She couldn’t go to the Bronze; she’d probably see Buffy. She didn’t have any friends who were allowed to have people over at this time of night, so she just continued wandering. A hand fell on her shoulder. She whirled around. “Hello there,” the man said with a smooth British accent. “Do you-” “Spike!” Dawn said with a yelp. Oh, boy. She was dead! The vampire frowned. “How’d you know my name?” He asked sharply. Then he shrugged, “No matter. Come on, little girl.” He clapped a hand across her mouth and shoved her towards the car. “We’re taking a trip.” He opened the back seat, shoved her in and slammed the door. After a cursory glance to make sure no one had seen him, he walked to the driver’s side, jumped in the car and headed towards the house where Drusilla was waiting. He’d been right. She had huge, blue eyes. Dru’d love him for this. ~~~~~~ Dawn was trying to figure out why Spike didn’t recognize her. Sure, they hadn’t chatted or anything, but she’d hugged him when he told her and her mom all about Drusilla leaving him. He’d said that she was a sweet little bit, then licked at her neck, which had prompted her mother to send her up stairs. So it hadn’t been a life changing moment, and he’d been drunk, but he’d remembered her during his last visit, as the “pissant little sis who threw pillows at him” when he’d made the truce with Buffy. Now he didn’t know her at all? It was weird. Really weird. They pulled up outside a house she’d only seen in passing, and Spike jumped out of the car. He headed to the back door, and grabbed her roughly. “Hey!” she yelped. “That hurts!” She kicked at him. “Why are you being so mean?” she demanded as he threw her over his shoulder, gripping her tightly to stop her from kicking anything vital. “Gonna be a lot meaner soon,” he growled. “So shut the hell up and quit squirming.” She moved more. He tightened his grip on her and laid a smack across her butt. “Stay still!” he ordered He opened the door, carried her into the house and tossed her on the couch. “Dru!” he yelled. “Brought you your little snack!” Dawn sat up. “Oh, you two worked everything out?” she asked curiously. The she realized what he’d said. “Hey! I’m not going to be some crazy vampire’s snack!” She jumped from the couch and tried to dash for the door, but Spike caught her easily and shoved her back down. “I told you to stop being such a brat,” he said sharply. “And how did you know Dru and I had something to work out?” He eyed her questioningly. “Do I know you?” “Duh,” Dawn said angrily. “I’m Dawn. Buffy’s sister. You licked my neck once.” She crossed her arms sullenly. That lick had given her some funny dreams, and she couldn’t believe he didn’t remember. “Don’t be stupid,” Spike replied. “Slayer doesn’t have a sister.” “Shows what you know,” she mumbled, still upset he didn’t remember. “Jerk.” Spike was about to tell her off for being lippy, but just then Drusilla came down the stairs. “What have you-” she stopped short, then growled. “Unnatural thing! Begone!” Spike and Dawn both looked at her with surprise. “What?” Spike asked, as Dawn said, “Hey! Look who talking, crazy girl!” “You’re not real,” Drusilla hissed. “You’re light!” Spike furrowed his brow. “What’s the problem, pet?” he asked. “Young girl, big eyes you can rip out, long hair. I don’t understand.” Drusilla hissed again. “She’s not real,” she growled. She looked at Spike haughtily. “I’ll find a treat for myself,” She said with a toss of her head. “You get rid of this- thing, and I shall return.” She flounced towards the door and slammed it hard. Spike looked over at the girl sitting on the couch. “What the bloody hell was she talking about?” he asked. “How would I know?” Dawn asked sullenly. “She’s your crazy girlfriend. You tell me.” Spike launched himself at her and grabbed her shoulders. “You don’t talk about Drusilla that way, you stupid little brat.” Dawn cried out. “Why are you being so mean?” she asked. “You weren’t this mean when you were here last.” She sobbed a little. Spike frowned. “Get it through you head, little girl. I’ve never seen you before.” He stood, walked to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of scotch. He opened it and swallowed some of the burning liquid. “I can’t believe you don’t remember,” she mumbled. “You came to my house, whined about your stupid cheating girlfriend and I hugged you because I felt bad for you. Then you licked my neck and Mom sent me to bed.” “I remember going to the Slayer’s house and talking to her mum, but I certainly don’t remember any little girls with long hair and blue eyes, much less licking their necks.” He looked at her through lowered eyelids. “I’d remember something as tasty as that,” he purred. Dawn blushed and felt heat course through her. Spike sniffed the air and smelled her arousal. He grinned wickedly. A plan formulated in his mind. “No matter,” he said softly as he walked towards her. “If you are the Slayer’s kid sis, I can’t very well send you home, can I? You’ll tell her I’m in town and that just won’t do.” Dawn shivered as he settled beside her on the couch, eyeing her neck. “No I won’t she whispered. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” She didn’t realize she was leaning towards him. “Just let me go, and I won’t say a word.” Spike chuckled. “Now, why would I let such a pretty piece as yourself get away?” he asked softly. He slid a hand towards her hair. “So fresh and sweet… you smell like wildflowers.” He tangled his fingers through her hair. “So beautiful.” “I-it’s my shampoo,” she stammered, unsure of what was happening to her. She felt funny little twinges in her stomach, like she did whenever Steve Miller looked at her in class. What was going on? And why was Spike looking at her like that? “Mmm…” he hummed softly. “So sweet,” he drew closer to her, tilting her head sideways. “You smell so warm.” He licked a path along her jugular, savouring the feel of blood pumping through it. Dawn moaned softly. It was like she’d remembered, but different, with the funny tingly feeling shooting between her legs. Spike nibbled her neck slightly and she moaned louder. He tilted her head upright again, and looked into her eyes. “Do you want me?” he whispered. “Want you to what?” she asked nervously. Spike grinned. A virgin, he was sure of it. This was going to be so much fun! “Do you want me to kiss you, little girl?” he murmured. The forefinger of his free hand traced along her lips. She opened her mouth a little. “Yes,” she moaned. Spike slid his mouth over hers. He slipped his tongue inside and rubbed it against hers. She moaned again, and he could smell another wave of arousal course through her. “You want me pretty bad, don’t you,” he thought for a second. “Dawn.” He moved a hand down her body, briefly pausing at her breast to tug at her hardened nipples. He slid his hand even further, found the bottom of her shirt. “Yes,” she murmured. “For forever,” she added softly. He smiled. He released her hair and grabbed the thick material of her top with both hands. “Lift up your arms, Dawn,” he whispered and she did as he asked. He lifted the shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Dawn blushed as he stared at her breasts. “I know, they’re small.” Spike looked up at her. “No,” he said softly, then smiled. “Perfect.” He got on his knees, leaned forward and nibbled at one hard little nipple through the cotton of her training bra. She groaned and arched towards his mouth. He teased a little more, then pulled back and lifted the bra over her head as well. He started sucking at her nipples more fiercely, and felt her hot little hands slide into his hair and press his mouth to her. “Spike!” she squealed. He bit at the nipple softly and she yelped, pressing his face even closer to her. As he distracted her by sucking and nipping at her breasts, his hands unbuttoned his fly and pushed his jeans down, freeing his cock. He pulled away from her breasts and kissed her fiercely, thrusting his tongue in quickly. He took one of her hands and slid it to his cock. “Touch me, Dawn,” he whispered. “See what you’ve done to me, made me so hard. Touch me.” He wrapped her hand around him, and then wrapped his hand around hers. Guiding her, he hissed as her warm little hand moved on him. Dawn was caught up in a hundred sensations, but she blushed when she realized that her hand was on Spike’s, um, penis. She faltered slightly, but Spike’s hand over top of hers forced her to continue. She looked at his face. His head was thrown back, he was biting his lip and moaning. Whatever she was doing, it was making him feel really good. She smiled to herself. She could make Spike, a vampire who was ancient, with a crazy girlfriend he loved so much he’d rather be dead than not be with her, moan. It was a heady feeling. Suddenly his hand clamped around hers, and a bolt of panic went through her. Had she done something wrong? Was he going to kill her? She looked up at him fearfully. “Gonna come,” he murmured. “Come where?” she asked softly and he bit back his laughter. If he laughed at her now, he’d ruin the moment, and while he was going to take her no matter what, he preferred his women to be willing. “Gonna spew,” he tried. No response. “Gonna spill.” Nothing. “Um, I’m gonna…” he gestured to his dick, and she looked up with surprise. “Oh!” She said as comprehension flooded her face, which was soon replaced by a blush. “Oh,” she added softly. “Sorry.” He laughed then. “Why be sorry? It’s not a bad thing, little girl. Just, not quite yet.” He smiled at her seductively. “Other things I’d like to teach you about first.” He got off the couch and removed his jeans and his tee shirt. “Lie down,” he murmured. She complied. He kneeled on the floor and started kissing her again, one hand braced over her head, the other moving over her breasts. She arched her back to his hand as he tugged on her sensitive nipples. When his hand moved downward she moaned. “Please don’t stop,” she said against his mouth. “It feels so-” his hand moved to her pants and unbuttoned the top button, then pulled the zipper down. “What are you doing?” “Trust me,” was all he said, and she shouldn’t trust him, she knew that, but his hands and his voice, his mouth on hers, the way he made the tingly feelings in her stomach shoot around, was messing with her head. He slid a hand beneath pink cotton panties with tiny red hearts and stroked her clit. She yelped against his mouth and started twisting her hips. He stroked the tiny nub faster, and her yelps came more quickly, her hips twitched more, and she started bucking beneath him. He kept diddling her clit and she screamed as her first orgasm rushed through her body. He kept his hand in place, though, twisting and rubbing at her, and she came again with a upward thrust that nearly snapped his arm and another, louder scream. When she calmed down, Spike was looking at her with dark eyes she couldn’t really read. There was something there she didn’t fully understand. “Like that, pet?” he asked. “Make you feel good?” His hand was running along her body slowly, petting her and soothing her as she came down. “Yeah,” she said hoarsely. Spike chuckled. “Real good.” “Good.” He then moved his hands to the waistband of her jeans and began pulling at the denim. Dawn came out of her stupor. “What are you doing now?” she questioned. “Stop!” She yelled when he didn’t reply. He ignored her and tore the jeans from her legs. “Stop, Spike, please!” He continued to ignore her as he also made short work of her underwear, pulling it off and tossing it over his shoulder. “Be quiet,” he ordered as he picked her up off the couch and carried her to the stairs. She struggled in his arms, so he threw her over his shoulder again, smacking her bare ass hard when she squirmed. She shrieked. “That hurt, you asshole!” she yelled. “It was supposed to, brat,” he growled. He tossed her on the bed and moved over her quickly before she could roll away. He covered her mouth with his in a punishing kiss. Bracing himself over her with one arm, he trailed the other one down her body and between her legs, spreading them slightly. She pushed against him, then his fingers ran across her still sensitive clit and she moaned. He moved his fingers faster and she bucked towards him, her wet pussy brushing against his cock. He moaned. “Feel better now, little girl?” he whispered as his mouth played along the shell of her ear. “Ready for more?” “Um…” Dawn was visibly nervous. Spike looked at her and smiled. “I’ll make it feel good, Dawn. Won’t hurt for more than a second.” He slid two fingers into her and moved them in and out. Dawn moaned and pumped her hips erratically towards them. Oh she was ready, whether she knew it or not, slick and wet and completely at his mercy. “Let me make you feel good.” “Okay,” she whispered, her mind swirling with lust. Spike grinned. He could make her do anything he wanted at this second. He rolled her hips upward and wrapped her legs around his waist, opening her for him. He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance and inserted it slightly. Moving his fingers to her clit, he started playing with her as he slid in slowly. “Oooohhh,” Dawn moaned as Spike entered her. So that’s why Riley and Buffy were always in her room. It felt so nice… Spike looked at Dawns’ face as he pushed into her slightly. She was lost in the sensations he was making her feel. He stroked her clit a little harder, and as she reached the edge of her orgasm he shoved his way in fully, tearing the membrane that covered her and embedding himself deep. “Oooowww!” She shrieked, even as an orgasm rushed through her body. Spike gritted his teeth as her sheath clenched around him and forced himself not to come. Dawn came down from the orgasm sobbing. “Get it out of me! She wailed. “Please! It hurts!” She thrashed against him. “Spike, you’re hurting me. Spike rolled them over so Dawn was on top of him, then pulled her down towards him, stroking her back slightly and murmuring soothing noises in her ear. “Shh, Dawn,” he whispered. “It’s okay, it only hurts for a bit, then it gets better, I swear.” He forced himself to ignore the smell of her blood and not vamp out. “Said I’d make you feel good, right?” She nodded against his neck as the sobs diminished. Spike rolled them again and began playing with her sensitive nipples. Slowly Dawn forgot how much it hurt as the tingly feelings Spike had inspired in her all night began to wash over her again. His hand stroked down her ribs and she giggled because it tickled. He smiled at her as he moved his hand down her belly and back to her clit. He rubbed at it as he began moving inside her slowly. Her hands moved from her sides and began stroking his back. He moaned at the gentle touch. She pulled his head down to hers for a kiss, and he kissed her hard as his thrusts sped up. Moving away from her, he got up on his knees and threw Dawn’s legs behind him. He pulled her upwards and kissed her hard, one arm around her shoulders, the other around her ass, guiding her to move up and down on him. “Put your arms around my neck, Dawn,” he whispered. “Hold on to me.” She did as he asked, pressing her body against his. He moved the arm from around her shoulders and slid it between them, placing the softest touches on her extremely sensitive clit. She came again and arched towards him. He thrust into her three more times and came as well, Roaring and vamping out, sinking his teeth into her throat. He pulled his fangs from her quickly, then laid Dawn across the bed. When she was all stretched out, he laid beside her for a few minutes, running a gentle hand over her slowly. Dawn opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. She’d just lost her virginity. At fourteen. To a vampire who was way older than her, who had a girlfriend. This had to be the weirdest night of anyone’s life. Spike sat up and kissed her quickly, then grabbed her right wrist and secured it to the bed. She jumped a little. “What are you doing?” she asked. Spike ignored her and tied her left wrist to the bed as well. Then he helped her sit up so her arms wouldn’t get tired. “Gotta find Drusilla, pet,” he said. “Now, don’t be difficult,” he cautioned as she struggled against her bonds. “If you be nice and quiet, I won’t gag you. You gonna be silent?” he asked. “Because I’ll hear you before anyone else does, and I’ll be here first, and you won’t like what happens. Got it?” Dawn nodded fearfully, tears in her eyes. Spike kissed her again, and brushed her hair from her face. “I’ll be back soon.” ~~~~~~ He came back less than an hour later. He stormed in to the bedroom and slammed the door. “I’m going to kill you!” he roared, and Dawn scrambled as close to the bed head as she could, curling her legs beneath her. “Goddamit!” He screamed and threw the dresser across the room. “Fuck!” as he kicked the walls. “Stupid fucking bitch!” he screamed finally as he slammed his fists against the mirror, shattering the glass. He stalked towards the bed where Dawn was cowering. “Do you know what your bitch of a sister did, Dawn?” He growled. She shook her head frantically, terrified. “No,” she replied as he moved closer to where she was, murder in his eyes. “She killed my Dru!” he roared, kicking the bed frame and sending it across the room. Dawn shrieked and began sobbing. Spike crawled up the bed and sat in front of her, a gleam in his eyes that scared her a little. “That bitch put a stake in her, so she’s going to pay.” He grinned wickedly at her. “You’re supposed to be her kid sis, right?” “Yes,” Dawn mumbled, still trying to pull away from this person who barely resembled the guy she’d had sex with less than an hour ago. “Yes, she’s my sister.” “Good,” he purred. He loosened her bonds and let her move her wrists a little. He stripped of his clothes and moved on top of her. He smiled darkly, and Dawn whimpered. “Don’t worry, little girl. Gonna make you feel so good.” ~~~~~~ Dawn pounded frantically on the door of her house on Revello. It flew open and her mother looked at her torn and disheveled clothing. “Oh, baby, get in the house,” she said as she pulled Dawn inside. “What happened to you?” “S-Spike,” Dawn whimpered. “He found out that Buffy killed Drusilla and he-” she started sobbing hysterically. Joyce rubbed her back and hugged her tight. “Oh, Dawnie,” she whispered. “Buffy will be home soon and she’ll make it better. You can tell her where you saw Spike last.” Just then the door flew open. Buffy rushed in. “Dawnie!” she cried. Dawn stepped from her mother and fell into Buffy’s arms. “What happened?” Joyce answered for her. “Apparently Spike took her and did something to her.” “Who, me?” came a last voice from the doorway. “Why, I didn’t do a damn thing to her.” Just then Buffy screamed as Dawn sank her fangs into her sister’s neck. “‘Cept maybe that,” he added thoughtfully. He rushed in to join Dawn, snapping Joyce’s neck when she tried to shove one of Buffy’s stakes into his heart. Then he moved behind the Slayer and sank his own fangs into the other side of her neck. When she was drained, they removed their fangs form her throat. Wicked gold eyes met wicked gold eyes and the rushed each other, fangs clashing. “My mom has the biggest bed,” Dawn purred, “but Buffy’s bed has metal bars…” “That’s my wicked little girl.” ~~~~~~ Other Standalones Choose Another Series 30 January 2004