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The teen squirmed in her seat as the guidance counsellor paused to flash Dawn a reassuring, though slightly plastic, smile.
"I'm not here to hear tales about your home life, or cause more disruption to you. Everything you say in here is confidential. It's just... sometimes it helps to talk about it."
Dawn shrugged. She wanted to talk about it, she really did, but how was this stranger going to understand that Dawn herself no longer knew if she was a real life girl or a ball of mystical energy? That her friends all thought her a freak and her own sister barely spoke to her, what with the trauma of coming back from the dead. How do you explain the hellmouth?
"Buffy doesn't understand," she said eventually. "She thinks her life is so hard cause she has all these responsibilities, she doesn't understand it's even worse when it's just you, all on your own. I wish we could switch, I could deal with the sl... I mean the housekeeping, I wish she could find out what it's like to be me."
Dawn's guidance counsellor stood outside the Summers' house, hidden in the dark garden as the sisters went through their night time routine. As the last lit window vanished her hand strayed to her outsized necklace and her face transformed.
"Wish granted."
Spike planted his Doc Martin firmly on the living room window sill, hauled himself up the over hang and across the tiles to Buffy's bedroom. He'd never tried sneaking into her room before, at least not while she was in it, had never dared to be truthful. Hadn't wanted to find out he'd never be welcome in her private sanctum.
But she'd been conspicuous by her absence the last few days, not even patrolling as far as he could tell. And not only was Spike concerned, more than he'd like to admit after the beating she'd dealt him, he was also getting frustrated. He crept over to the sleeping girl, sat gently on the edge of the bed and she stirred.
"Spike?" she asked sleepily.
"Yes pet," he purred. "Nice dreams?"
"What do you want?" she asked, sleepy-irritable.
"Wanted to see you, what do you think."
"In the middle of the night?"
"Had to wait till your sis was asleep, wouldn't want her interrupting." Spike pulled the sheet away, exposing her skimpy satin nightgown. He traced a finger over her breastbone and down the V of material.
"What are you doing?" the girl reached for her bedding but Spike grabbed her wrists, pinned her back to the pillow. "Get off me," whispered the girl, starting to get alarmed as Spike's free hand coasted over places she wasn't used to being touched. "What are you doing?"
"Showing you there's no hard feelings. 'Cept one," he added with a leer.
"I'll scream," threatened the girl, still more shocked than frightened.
"No you won't."
She opened her mouth and Spike dived for her, slipped his tongue between her lips. She shook her head to break the kiss and speak.
"No! Spike, you can't. I've never done this before."
He drew back to lift a suggestive eyebrow. "Playing reluctant virgins? I can do that."
The eyes that looked back up at him were huge and pleading and the tiny part of Spike's brain not run by his dick felt a shiver of unease.
[missing foreplay]
He teased her curls briefly with his fingertips before trailing a nail down her slit. His eyes flickered up to hers in surprise, widened further when he saw her tearful face. "Not liking this game, pet?" he asked, withdrawing his hand from her dry pussy.
"Are you going to rape me," she asked in a tiny voice.
"Thought that was the idea." He frowned, concerned by her tears, pulled himself up so his face was hovering over hers. "Buffy-"
She lashed out, a furious blow that nontheless he barely felt. The vampire frowned, puzzled by the lack of real violence.
"Don't you dare!" she shrieked. "Don't you dare come in here and pretend I'm her. She'll kill you-"
Mindful of the other house occupants, Spike automatically clamped a hand over her mouth. Huge frightened eyes stared back up at him, familiar and yet not.
"Dawn?" the vampire whispered. Once the connection was made it was suddenly apparent to the vampire that it wasn't the Slayer he was holding down. Despite the meat wrapper it was little sis he had pinned to the mattress, nightgown ripped and struggling to breath beneath his hand. A few seconds later the thought finally filtered through to his stunned brain that this was a Very Bad Thing. He leapt up with a yelp. "Dawn!" he bellowed in panic, falling over the bedside table with a deafening crash and letting out a string of colourful curses.
The girl in the bed shrank back, scared by his tirade. Spike was fascinated by the sight of his girl when she wasn't at home and she looked tiny, cowering in a way he'd never seen and stripped of the power that made her seem so much bigger.
Then the door burst open and there stood Buffy. She had long chestnut hair, blue eyes, every feature different and to Spike there was no mistaking her.
The vampire felt he was in the eye of the storm, had one of those moments when the world seems to stop, gives you time to realise how stupid you've been. Because there should have been no mistaking the Slayer. A primal signature that called out to his predatory instinct and Spike couldn't believe he'd not noticed its absence before.
The Slayer looked from Dawn to himself in confusion. Apparently deciding there was no immediate threat in the room she hurried over to comfort her sobbing sister.
"What happened? Dawnie, are you hurt?"
"He tried to..." The girl trailed off into another fit of sobs. "Spike tried to rape me."
Buffy's head swivelled in his direction, looking, he'd be pleased to remember later, absolutely incredulous. He stared back, wary and silent, only just starting to process that that was indeed what had happened. Buffy just blinked at him, then turned her attention back to her sister.
"What happened, Dawn? From the beginning. Why are you in my bed? Why was I in your bed?"
Dawn swiped at her eyes and looked around her, as if noticing her surrounding for the first time. "Umm... Don't know. I woke up and Spike was... He said he was going to f-fuck me and I couldn't..." Obviously very shaken Dawn started sobbing again. Buffy held her helplessly, eyes darting between the shaken teen and the stricken vampire.
"Aren't you going to stake him?"
The vampire made no move, just held his hands up. "I thought she was you."
"We switch rooms and you can't tell the difference?" Buffy asked in disbelief.
"Switched more than that, don't you see it?"
[More missing stuff]
When Buffy came out into the corridor he was still standing there, head leaning back against the wall.
"I thought she was you," he said without moving.
"I got that."
"She begged me to stop. I thought you were playing, 'cause you'd've kicked me in the head if you'd really not... And I laughed and said I was going to have my wicked way with her. Then I..."
Suddenly the vampire was moving, over the hall and into the bathroom. By the time Buffy caught up with him he was leaning over the toilet bowl, retching blood and barely chewed chicken pieces. The Slayer watched impassively as he vomited, he kept his head down long after he'd finished.
"You gonna stake me?"
"Not today."
"I'm so sorry. Didn't mean her any harm. Didn't mean you any harm. Should have noticed that it wasn't you 'cause it's bleeding obvious now."
"It's okay, Spike."
"No it isn't. You didn't see." He turned his head, started slightly, had already forgotten she was wearing Dawn's body. "Any chance you could stop looking like that?"
"Willow's working on it," said Buffy calmly. "It's alright Spike, she's okay."
He rocked back on his heels, trying very hard not to look at her. "That's good."
"What happened, before?"
"I don't... I came in through the window, you... she was sleeping. Then..."
"Yeah, I've heard this part, in kinda queasy detail. No demon lurking around going 'Bwah-ha-ha I've used my magical body switching powers' then?"
[later]
"I've got to get out of here."
"Still want to do her?" asked Buffy, not without sympathy. The vampire shook his head, smiled ruefully.
"Worse. Still want to do you."
Never to be continued.....
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