This fanfiction is based on a alternate universe video I did this summer entitled "Sisters". Please see the video below. It is about Dawn and Angel falling in love and it all ends in tragedy. Yeah, I SUCK at summaries, but what can you do? So, if you would like to check out the video beforehand and see what I'm talking about, see below.
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Okay, so here goes. This is my first fanfiction. I don't normally like using other people's characters, therefore, I don't normally write fanfiction. I have enough of my own fiction to keep me busy, but I adore the Buffyverse and feel that I can at least do a somewhat decent job with these characters.
All characters, settings, and anything else included in the Buffyverse does not belong to me. All rights to these belong to Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy, Fox, and others I have failed to mention. This is not in anyway an intent to infringe on copyright.
The actual story and putting together of all of this stuff in this way is my creation, so I ask that you not steal it and claim it as your own work. Thank you very much. Feedback in both the form of comments and constructive criticism is both welcome and appreciated. Negative feedback and general trolling is not and will be deleted immediately, so please do not waste your time or mine.
Note about time: This is kind of a mixed up story timewise. I can't say it takes time in any particular season because that wouldn't make any sense. So, I have all the Season Five characters in here as far as the Scoobies go. Joyce is still alive and Angel never went to LA. Dawn is older by a year than she was in the show. I think that's it. It is a completely made up time by me. Bear that in mind and you won't get confused. It doesn't follow the show at all.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to find out what the hell your problem is!”
“First off, watch the language. Secondly, it’s none of your business.”
“Who are you, my mother? I’ll say anything I want to you. Do you have any idea what you put my sister through? And now you’re just here to what, break her heart all over again? She’s been doing nothing but crying for the past two days. Much like last year, I should add.”
Angel looked pained. He looked down at his feet and couldn’t say anything for what felt like an eternity. He then looked back at her, his eyes full of remorse.
“I know exactly what I put her through last year. I was there, remember? I would give anything to take that all back and to have never hurt her like that. But I can’t. The least I can do is stop this relationship before she gets hurt again.”
Dawn was quiet for a moment, understanding what he had said and taking it to heart. She knew that he hadn’t meant to hurt Buffy. If there was anyone in the world feeling an immense amount of guilt and remorse, it was him. Still, she couldn’t understand why he was leaving. He and Buffy loved each other so much. After everything they had been through, why would he leave?
“What do you mean?” she asked, still confused. “Why would you hurt her again?”
“You might want to sit down.”
For a moment, she wouldn’t. People only said to sit down when you were getting bad news, usually really bad news, and she wasn’t about to fall into that trap. She stared at him, her eyebrows narrowed in suspicion.
“Dawn, sit down. Just do it.”
She was still incredibly reluctant, but did it all the same. Whatever he was going to tell her, he was only going to say if she did it. Considering she had come to him to find out everything, she figured she should do all she had to. After taking a seat on the foot of his bed, she continued to stare at him, her blue eyes burrowing into his.
The only time she had ever seen him so anxious was the first time he came back to their house since he got his soul back. It was as if he were out of place. His hands were shaking nervously and he couldn’t look at her.
“You might be too young to understand this-“
“Don’t do that. Don’t start your sentence that way. I get enough of that from Mom and Buffy, I don’t need it from you too. Just tell me what you are trying to tell me.”
“I don’t love her anymore,” he said, spitting out the words so fast, they seemed to hurt him coming out. “Is that simple enough for you? I don’t love her anymore.”
Dawn was stunned. Angel still wasn’t looking at her and she wondered if he was about to cry. God knows, she was. She couldn’t even think of what to say to him in response as she hadn’t expected that. It made her wonder exactly what he had said to Buffy. Had he said that, it was no wonder she had been the way she had the past few days.
“How can you not love her anymore? You two are like Romeo and Juliet, what with the tragedy and all. How-“
“I will always love your sister in some way. She means a lot to me, but I just am not in love with her anymore.”
He paused for a long moment before continuing.
“I’m in love with someone else.”
Dawn jumped from the foot of the bed, onto the floor in front of him. Her initial instinct was to slap him, feeling betrayed herself and angry for her sister. She fought back her urge however, afraid that if she did hit him, he wouldn’t answer any of her other questions. She wasn’t about to let him off the hook.
“Who?” she flat out asked, not bothering to wait. She wanted to know who’s ass Buffy had to kick.
“You know, you are unbelievable! My sister went through absolute hell last year because of you! After what you did to her and all the people we loved, after she had to leave home, she still loves you! She has done everything to protect you from the rest of us who would have flat out killed you when you came back. Who could possibly be any better to you than her?”
“It’s not really that simple.”
“Yes, it is. Who is it? Who could-”
“It’s you, Dawn.”
She stopped yelling. She thought she had heard him wrong. She must have heard him wrong because there was no way he could have said what she thought he said.
“I’m sorry, I must have heard that wrong. What did you say?”
“It’s you, Dawn. You’re the one I’m in love with.”
She backed away from him, not trusting him anymore. It was obvious to her that he would rather lie to her than tell her what was going on.
“You’re something else, you know that? I don’t know who you really are leaving her for, but when I get back home, I’m going to tell Buffy about this. Then you can explain it to her.”
She turned to leave, but her grabbed her wrist, dragging her back to him.
“Let go of me!” she demanded, trying to pull away from him.
He was much stronger than her, however, and held her firmly in place.
“Dawn, you have to listen to me. I’m not lying to you.”
“Yeah, okay. You’re in love with me, Buffy’s little sister. That makes a lot of sense. How about letting go of me now?” she asked this time, beginning to become afraid.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t even want to tell you. I just wanted to cut my ties with Buffy, leave town, and never have to bother you. But now you know.”
Dawn was scared then, as he still hadn’t let her go. She wasn’t sure what he was capable of and all she knew was that she wanted to get out of there.
“Angel, please let me go,” she asked him again, hearing her voice break.
He dropped her wrist and looked at her.
“Do you think I would actually hurt you?”
She didn’t know what to say to him and wanted more than anything to leave and go home. Things were getting far too strange. Her whole mind was a mess trying to absorb everything she had just heard and she didn’t know what to do about it.
“I have to go,” she said, still sounding afraid, something that he picked up on easily. Without another word, she walked around the corner to leave and ran right into Buffy.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”
At the moment, she was too shook up to speak. She didn’t know what to say at all, so she looked at her sister with a dumbfounded stare. It was apparent to her that Buffy had heard nothing that she and Angel had been saying, something she had to be incredibly thankful for.
“What are you doing cutting class?”
Buffy’s mood was terribly noticeable. She looked so unkempt dressed in an old pair of jeans and a T-shirt Dawn hadn’t seen in years. The blonde hair that was usually so nicely combed and shiny lay limp against her scalp and she wore no makeup, making her skin seem to be washed out and blotchy in the spots where her tears had been not too long ago. Dawn felt sorry for her.
“And why are you here of all places?”
“How did you find me?”
“I didn’t. I came to see Angel. You just happened to be here. Again, I ask, why?”
Dawn didn’t know what kind of excuse she could use to get out of that. She could only imagine the stupid look on her face.
“She came here to rip me apart for breaking up with you. Which, she did.”
Buffy looked at her, her eyes wide.
“Don’t be mad. Someone had to say something to him. And I didn’t want to listen to you crying anymore.”
“I’m not mad,” she said, sincerely.
Dawn knew there was a thank you in that sentence somewhere.
“Okay, I’m gone. Don’t tell Mom,” she said before she dashed past her and back to class.
Buffy rolled her eyes and looked back to Angel.
“So, my little sister came here to kick your ass?”
“More like chew my ear off. She does it well, I might add.”
“Yeah, I’ve fallen victim to that a few times in my life.”
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of them as they both tried to figure out what they really wanted to say to one another.
“You look pretty happy today. What’s with you?”
It was Saturday, days after she had gone to see Angel, and Dawn had seen Buffy in nothing but a blissful mood every since. She couldn’t figure it out and finally had to ask what was going on. It had been nothing but a constant headache for Dawn since she had been there. After what Angel had told her she had barely been asleep or felt the urge to eat anything. Normally if she had any of these kind of issues, she would have immediately gone to Buffy. That was the last thing she could do now.
“Angel is staying with me.”
Dawn felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. All the air felt sucked out of her body.
“What?” she managed to choke out, hoping against all hope that her sister didn’t hear the disbelief in her voice.
“He’s not leaving me. We talked things out,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. “I don’t know what you said to him, but it got to him.”
Dawn felt sick. He wasn’t staying with her because he wanted to. He was staying with Buffy to get closer to her.
“Hey, Dawnie, are you okay?”
“No. I must have eaten something bad, I don’t feel that good.”
Buffy’s demeanor changed and she looked concerned.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just going to go lie down for a while.”
Before another word could be spoken, Dawn went to her room. She was sure to close and lock her door, not wanting to risk anyone coming in. She began to pace back and forth, her nerves all bunched up. There was no one she could talk to about this and she had no idea what she was going to do. Lying down on her bed, she felt tears of frustration roll down her face.
“Oh, you bastard,” she muttered to no one.
She hated Angel for this. He couldn’t have just left town. That would have been too easy. No, he had to stay and make her completely miserable. She was only fifteen. She had never even been on a date, let alone had someone be in love with her. Having that person be her sister’s two hundred year old plus vampire of an ex-boyfriend was not helping things.
Angry, she wiped the tears from her face and went to open her window. It was nearing sunset and she knew Buffy would be out to patrol soon. Their mom was out shopping and probably wouldn’t be back until later that night. Having no one knowing she would be gone made it easier to shimmy down the side of the house and walk to the mansion to find Angel. She didn’t know what she was going to do when she got there, but she had to talk to him. He was the only one she could talk to.
The sun had set by the time she reached the mansion. She wondered if he would even be there.
“I knew you’d come.”
Dawn spun around to see Angel standing directly behind her.
“Good, God! You don’t make any sound at all!” she hissed.
“I’m a vampire, remember?”
“They don’t make noise?”
It seemed odd to her that she had never known that and made sure to make a mental note of it. Not wanting to sit outside and talk with him, she into the mansion where she could actually see what she was doing. She sat on the couch with her elbows propped on her legs and her head in her hands. She didn’t know what she was doing anymore and felt on the verge of tears again. She felt the couch move slightly when Angel sat down beside her and she nearly winced.
“You need to get out of our lives, Angel,” she said, raising her head up and looking him straight in the eyes.
“Really? Because I seem to recall you bursting in here bitching about just that.”
“Don’t you make this out to be my fault because you know it’s not. You were going to leave even when you said you had feelings for me. You were leaving because of that. What changed? Why are you still here and why in God’s name did you decide to tell Buffy that you still should be with her?”
“I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave. Going back to Buffy was an easy way to stay.”
Dawn stood up and began to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace. Her heels clicked back and forth on the cold floor, sounding incredibly monotonous. Angel could hear her grinding her teeth from the couch.
“Do you have any idea what this is doing to me?” Her words seemed to burst out of her, as if she had held them back for hours. “I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t even talk to my sister without fear of her somehow figuring this out.”
“I never meant for it to happen like this,” Angel said, apologetically, as if it would help things.
“Really? How did you picture ‘this’ happening?” she asked, quite condescendingly.
“Hey, do you think it’s a lot of fun for me to have to sit and lie to her too? You’re not the only one who loves her.”
“ ‘Loved’, Angel. You don’t ‘love’ her. You ‘loved’ her. Big difference. Now you just pretend.”
“You don’t know that, Dawn. Exactly how many relationships have you been in? Oh, that’s right. None. You know how many I’ve been in? Quite a few over the past couple of centuries. I know the difference between still caring about someone after I’ve left them. Just because I’m in love with you doesn’t mean I don’t care if she gets hurt.”
Dawn could not believe what she was hearing. She stopped her pacing and looked at him, hoping that something she would say would get all of this to stop.
“She’s already going to get hurt. You know that. So stop this. If you still care about her at all, stop it now.”
She groaned, throwing her hands in the air.
“What do I need to do? What can I possibly do to make you stop this?”
“There is nothing you can do to make me stop loving you and I think you know that by now.”
Her eyes were wide with frustration and she felt more angry than ever before.
“Fine. Screw you. I don’t need to do this anymore. I’m going home to tell Buffy myself.”
With that, she strode across the room to reach the door but Angel was quick to grab her arm again. Why was it always her arm?
“Let go of me. I mean it this time.”
His grip didn’t loosen on her and instead of asking again, she reached into her jeans’ pocket for something Buffy had given to her long ago. It was a small cross that she kept on her at all times, just in case. Before he could see what she was doing, she pressed it hard onto the top of his hand. He released her immediately with a growl and she could smell the burning of his flesh. His teeth were bared and his face was all wrinkled up, the way she had seen it a year earlier when he had lost his soul. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but that look terrified her. Without another glance, she ran out of the mansion and into the night.
“Dawn, wait!” she heard him yell as she ran through the darkness.
Luckily, she knew her way around the town well. She could run home in the dark any night of the week, but she just wanted to get as far away from him as she could. She was nearing the street where there was actually some light when something from behind her knocked her to the ground. She knew instantly that it wasn’t Angel, but that also meant that it was a vampire. She didn’t even question that thought. She reached for her cross, but realized it had been knocked out of her hands when she had hit the ground. Suddenly, she was terribly afraid and started kicking and screaming to get the thing off of her. He stunk of death, so she guessed she was probably his first shot at a quick meal. Grabbing her wrists, he flipped her onto her back. She looked up to see a pair of large fangs and not much else. It was then that she wished that Buffy would have listened to her and at least taught her some kind of self defense. She struggled hard with him, trying to get away, but it was no use. In death, they had more strength than she had ever thought possible. Every attempt to pull away from him failed miserably as she couldn’t move her wrists even slightly. The long hair she had regrettably not pulled back that night was pinned down by the weight of his arms, which caused an immense amount of pain on her scalp.
“Get off me! Leave me alone!”
He didn’t pay any attention to her and she saw his fangs nearing her. Where was her sister when she really needed her?
“HELP ME!” she bellowed.
Suddenly, the vampire was gone. He had been lifted off of her and she heard snarling. She backed up, pulling herself off the ground to see Angel in front of her. He was dusting off his hands and clothes of all that was left of the vampire who had attacked her.
“Is he gone?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“Well, he’s all over my clothes, but yeah, he’s gone.”
Before she could even consider her next move, she hugged him hard, her adrenaline beginning to wear off. All that was left was fear and she could do nothing but cry.
“It’s okay,” he said, trying to reassure her. “He’s dead. He’s not going to hurt you.”
“I know,” she said in a voice muffled against his coat, “but he could have.”
She was shaking harder than she had ever thought imaginable and she couldn’t stop crying.
“But he didn’t,” he said, hugging her back. “Don’t cry, okay? It’s done.”
She nodded, but still didn’t let him go.
“You’re nothing like your sister, you know that?” he said, with a grin.
“My sister’s the Slayer. She’s practically programmed to not be like me,” she said, pulling away. She wiped the tears off her face and tried to brush off the dirt from the ground. She couldn’t go back to the house looking like that, especially when no one knew she was gone in the first place.
“Come on,” Angel said, “I’ll walk you home.”
There was no way she was going to turn down that offer, especially considering her whole body was still shaking in fear. She stayed close to him the whole way home, practically inside his coat pocket. The streets were quiet and her fear subsided once they were at her front door.
“Thank you…for saving my life…” she said, feeling strange. A moment passed between them that she couldn’t describe and she didn’t know what to do. The two were staring at each other, unaware of what to do next until she finally just hugged him tightly for the second time that night. Without another word, she turned and climbed up the side of the house and back into her bedroom, in case anyone was home yet.
More to come later...