FIC: Cold Hands (BtVS/AB)
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mhalachaiTitle: Cold Hands
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tth100 prompt: Dawn
Crossover fandom: Anita Blake
Characters: Dawn, Asher
Prompt: 049 -- First Times (master table)
Word Count: 906
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all things Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. Only the story is my own.
~~*~~
"Do it!"
"No!"
"Asher, we're running out of time!" Dawn said sharply, or at least as sharply as she could. After two days with no food and only a tiny bit of water, she wasn't as sharp as she wanted to be. She licked her dry lips, settled her back against the wall, and tried again. "Just bite me already!"
Quicker than her eyes could follow, Asher was in front of her, his icy blue eyes glowing. If it had been any other vampire, Dawn would have been afraid, but not with Asher.
"You do not understand, even as I keep telling you!" Asher all but spat. He straddled Dawn's legs and leaned into her, so their faces were only inches apart. "I have been weakened, by the magic on this place and by not feeding since we were trapped here. If I bite you now, I might not be able to restrain myself." He pulled his lip up into a sneer, his scars adding to the mask of contempt. "Do you think your sister will allow me to live after that?"
Dawn grabbed Asher's shirt, surprising herself with her ability to close her hand into a fist still. "Do you really think she'll let you live anyway, if I die?" she demanded.
They stared at each other for a long moment. In the last few days, trapped in this stupid room with magical barriers to prevent Asher from breaking out, and a cell phone damper to prevent Dawn from calling for help the new-fashioned way, they had talked. He knew her blood was just a little special, and it might be enough to give him the extra strength Asher needed to break down the door. He just wouldn't take that final step.
Finally, Asher extracted himself from Dawn's grasp. "Your sister will probably kill me, no matter what I do," he muttered, acquiescing.
He would do it. Dawn let out a sigh of relief. His bite would probably hurt, but anything was better than dying of thirst, right?
Now that he had agreed to it, Dawn found herself just wanting him to get it over with. She expected him to just tilt her head to the side and sink his fangs into her skin right there, up against the wall. But that wasn't what he did.
Carefully, almost tenderly, Asher picked Dawn up and carried her over to the tiny cot. He laid her down, cool hands smoothing her clothing back into place. Even his touch felt good, like a wet cloth on her head when she was a sick little girl.
Eyes closed, Dawn wasn't sure if it was the world spinning as the bed moved, or if it was Asher. As he settled next to her, Dawn almost told him to stop, that she'd changed her mind. She wasn't afraid of him, not as a vampire or as a sulky, scarred, scared man.
She was afraid that this would be it,. The end. That she would be too weak, and that the blood Asher took to break them out would be the end of her.
No, Dawn thought, steeling herself. She wasn't scared to die. This was just another thing she needed to do. Besides, she considered as she opened her eyes to see Asher looking down at her from behind his long golden hair, he wasn't so bad. Snarky and sarcastic, but in a good way.
"Go on, then," Dawn said. "You're not getting any older."
Asher smiled faintly at Dawn. "This will not hurt," he promised.
Dawn tried to raise an eyebrow. "Bet you say that to all the girls," she breathed nervously as Asher tilted her head to one side.
She shivered as he pressed his lips to her throat. Damn it, vampires weren't supposed to be this sexy, with the light touches and kisses just before--
He bit her.
Everything stopped. Nothing mattered, except his teeth sinking deeper into her flesh, his hands holding her close, legs wrapped around hers. She'd never felt like this before. It was...
It was as close to heaven as she had ever been.
~~*
The room was too bright. The scent of chemicals hung in the air, causing Dawn to wince and turn her head.
"Dawn?"
"Willow?" Dawn croaked. Willow hurried around the hospital bed, sitting on the edge of the sheets. "What's going on?"
Willow smiled, looking so relieved. "They've got you checked into the hospital here for dehydration and stuff," she explained. "You'll be good as new in no time."
"Right." Dawn looked around. "No Buffy?" She was forgetting something, but what?
"She's around," Willow said. "She'll be back soon."
Dawn swallowed. The movement made her realize that there was a bandage on her neck, and she reached up for it with a shaky hand.
"Asher!" Dawn exclaimed, finally remembering. "Did Buffy kill Asher?"
Willow shook her head. "He got you out, and got you here," she said. "Was he... I mean..."
"I asked him to do this," Dawn said softly, turning her head to look at the bright window. "We couldn't think of any other way to get out."
Willow reached out and pushed Dawn's hair back. Her fingers were hot on Dawn's face. "Are you okay?"
Dawn nodded. "Yeah. It was hard, being stuck there, but... but I wasn't alone."
She hadn't been alone. Asher hadn't just bitten her and then left her alone.
Dawn didn't know what that meant.
the end... for now
tth100 prompt: DawnCrossover fandom: Anita Blake
Characters: Dawn, Asher
Prompt: 049 -- First Times (master table)
Word Count: 906
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all things Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. Only the story is my own.
"Do it!"
"No!"
"Asher, we're running out of time!" Dawn said sharply, or at least as sharply as she could. After two days with no food and only a tiny bit of water, she wasn't as sharp as she wanted to be. She licked her dry lips, settled her back against the wall, and tried again. "Just bite me already!"
Quicker than her eyes could follow, Asher was in front of her, his icy blue eyes glowing. If it had been any other vampire, Dawn would have been afraid, but not with Asher.
"You do not understand, even as I keep telling you!" Asher all but spat. He straddled Dawn's legs and leaned into her, so their faces were only inches apart. "I have been weakened, by the magic on this place and by not feeding since we were trapped here. If I bite you now, I might not be able to restrain myself." He pulled his lip up into a sneer, his scars adding to the mask of contempt. "Do you think your sister will allow me to live after that?"
Dawn grabbed Asher's shirt, surprising herself with her ability to close her hand into a fist still. "Do you really think she'll let you live anyway, if I die?" she demanded.
They stared at each other for a long moment. In the last few days, trapped in this stupid room with magical barriers to prevent Asher from breaking out, and a cell phone damper to prevent Dawn from calling for help the new-fashioned way, they had talked. He knew her blood was just a little special, and it might be enough to give him the extra strength Asher needed to break down the door. He just wouldn't take that final step.
Finally, Asher extracted himself from Dawn's grasp. "Your sister will probably kill me, no matter what I do," he muttered, acquiescing.
He would do it. Dawn let out a sigh of relief. His bite would probably hurt, but anything was better than dying of thirst, right?
Now that he had agreed to it, Dawn found herself just wanting him to get it over with. She expected him to just tilt her head to the side and sink his fangs into her skin right there, up against the wall. But that wasn't what he did.
Carefully, almost tenderly, Asher picked Dawn up and carried her over to the tiny cot. He laid her down, cool hands smoothing her clothing back into place. Even his touch felt good, like a wet cloth on her head when she was a sick little girl.
Eyes closed, Dawn wasn't sure if it was the world spinning as the bed moved, or if it was Asher. As he settled next to her, Dawn almost told him to stop, that she'd changed her mind. She wasn't afraid of him, not as a vampire or as a sulky, scarred, scared man.
She was afraid that this would be it,. The end. That she would be too weak, and that the blood Asher took to break them out would be the end of her.
No, Dawn thought, steeling herself. She wasn't scared to die. This was just another thing she needed to do. Besides, she considered as she opened her eyes to see Asher looking down at her from behind his long golden hair, he wasn't so bad. Snarky and sarcastic, but in a good way.
"Go on, then," Dawn said. "You're not getting any older."
Asher smiled faintly at Dawn. "This will not hurt," he promised.
Dawn tried to raise an eyebrow. "Bet you say that to all the girls," she breathed nervously as Asher tilted her head to one side.
She shivered as he pressed his lips to her throat. Damn it, vampires weren't supposed to be this sexy, with the light touches and kisses just before--
He bit her.
Everything stopped. Nothing mattered, except his teeth sinking deeper into her flesh, his hands holding her close, legs wrapped around hers. She'd never felt like this before. It was...
It was as close to heaven as she had ever been.
The room was too bright. The scent of chemicals hung in the air, causing Dawn to wince and turn her head.
"Dawn?"
"Willow?" Dawn croaked. Willow hurried around the hospital bed, sitting on the edge of the sheets. "What's going on?"
Willow smiled, looking so relieved. "They've got you checked into the hospital here for dehydration and stuff," she explained. "You'll be good as new in no time."
"Right." Dawn looked around. "No Buffy?" She was forgetting something, but what?
"She's around," Willow said. "She'll be back soon."
Dawn swallowed. The movement made her realize that there was a bandage on her neck, and she reached up for it with a shaky hand.
"Asher!" Dawn exclaimed, finally remembering. "Did Buffy kill Asher?"
Willow shook her head. "He got you out, and got you here," she said. "Was he... I mean..."
"I asked him to do this," Dawn said softly, turning her head to look at the bright window. "We couldn't think of any other way to get out."
Willow reached out and pushed Dawn's hair back. Her fingers were hot on Dawn's face. "Are you okay?"
Dawn nodded. "Yeah. It was hard, being stuck there, but... but I wasn't alone."
She hadn't been alone. Asher hadn't just bitten her and then left her alone.
Dawn didn't know what that meant.
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