Lady Manson (ladymanson) wrote,
Lady Manson

Chapter One of "Sisters"

Finally, I am able to post another part of my Dawn/Angel fiction - "Sisters". Now that my wedding has wrapped up, I will be posting a lot more often.

Title: Sisters: Chapter 1

Previous chapters can be read here.

Author: Lady Manson


Story Overall Rating: R for language, violence, and sexual situations

Disclaimer: 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.

Distribution: Please do not distribute anywhere without first contacting me.

Pairing: Dawn/Angel


Warnings: Language

Feedback: I love it, so please send some! Only positive and constructive criticism please!

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.

Chapter One

Several months later...

“Shouldn’t you be at school right now?”

“Probably. Something tells me it won’t matter though. I already have skipped too many classes for them to care to keep count anymore.”

Angel rolled his eyes. As much as he enjoyed her company, he didn’t want her to get into trouble with school. That would only lead to more trouble.

“So if you were there, where would you be now?”

“History,” she answered much quicker than he had expected. She was quiet for a moment and then looked up at him.

“Hey, you don’t know anything about the Boxer Rebellion, do you?”

“Are you using me to pass the class that you are most certainly failing?”

“Well, I am ‘most certainly failing’ because of all the time I spend here. And besides, who better to ask than someone who may have been there. Were you there?”

“Yeah,” he said, under his breath, not wanting to remember that point in time at all.

“The perks to knowing the immortal,” she said with a smile, giving him a quick kiss and climbing out of bed.

“Where are you going? You just got here.”

“Well, actually, I got here about three hours ago and now I have to head home in time to pretend I am coming back from school so I can walk into the surprise birthday party that is being thrown for me.”

“I don’t think it’s called a surprise if you already know about it.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, pulling her sweater over her head and searching around for scattered pieces of clothing. “But they think I don’t know. So technically, we can still call it a surprise party. Where are my jeans?”

“Here,” he said, reaching under the blankets and throwing them over to her, “remember?”

She smiled and quickly pulled them on.

“Someday, we need to do something other than lay in bed all day.”

“I don’t see why.”

After buttoning the top of her jeans, she crawled over the edge of the bed, on to the covers, and climbed up to where he was laying.

“I have to go,” she said, “I’ll be back later.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She kissed him again and then grabbed her bag to leave. Just as she reached the door she heard him tell her to have a happy sweet sixteen.

Things had changed significantly in the past few months. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but she found his feelings for her being returned and knew that she loved him as well. It was something she was happy about, but couldn’t express it in any form. Too many people, the wrong people, would catch on. She couldn’t imagine what would happen to her sister if she knew. It would crush her. As much as Dawn knew that and loved her, she couldn’t stop the feelings she had. It made her constantly wonder what the future held considering one day, she would eventually know.


Despite knowing what was awaiting her the moment she entered the house, seeing everyone all dressed up in party clothes and those silly party hats she loved, holding a giant cake and loads of gifts, it was really a nice thing to come home to. Putting on her most shocked face, she remained speechless just long enough to have her mom ask her if she had any idea of what they were up to.

“What? No, I didn’t know. Well, I thought maybe, but I didn’t know for sure,” she lied. This happened nearly every year for both her and Buffy, so they both knew by this point, what to expect. But thinking she had fooled them simply delighted their mother, so they always embellished the truth a bit.

“Blow out the candles, we can’t hold this thing much longer,” Anya said, which was becoming more apparent by the moment.

“You guys actually put sixteen candles on this thing?”

She leaned over the cake and made a weak attempt to blow them all out, unfortunately resulting in seven of them remaining lit. With a second blow, she got them and every clapped happily, as Willow stuck one of those pointy little birthday hats on her head.

“Look at all this stuff,” she said, eyeing all the decorations in the living room. There were streamers and balloons everywhere. A banner hung on the wall and she saw loads of food in the kitchen.

“Yeah, that was Anya’s doing,” Xander said, pointing to his beaming girlfriend who was more than waiting for a thank you.

“Thanks, Anya, it all looks really nice.”

“See? You told me it was too much.”

Xander sighed.

“It’s looks great.”

Before Anya was able to get another word in, she quickly sat down amongst all her gifts.

“Wow, you guys went all out,” she could say in all honesty. The décor was elaborate and enormous in quantity. She wondered how they would all manage to finish off the cake and had never seen so many presents in one place at one time.

“Yeah, well, it’s your sixteenth birthday. It’s supposed to be special,” Buffy commented.

Everyone stared at her, somewhat surprised.

“What? Just because all of my birthdays are complete disasters doesn’t mean it has to run in the family. Besides, I don’t see any demons running around and it’s still light out, so there’s an advantage.”

There seemed to be a silent consensus among the room. Just when it couldn’t get more silent, Tara grabbed a smaller gift from the pile and tossed it into Dawn’s lap.

“That’s from Will and me,” she said as Dawn was quick to tear off the sparkly red paper. Inside was what looked to be one of the older research books.

“The Beginner’s Spell Book: A Modernized Version’. Very nice, check this out Buffy, research.”

Her sister shot a wavering look at her two friends.

“Oh, give her a break. It’s a beginner book. Fun stuff, nothing dangerous.”

“Here,” Buffy said, handing here a relatively larger gift and putting aside her discontent for the previous gift. “This is from Mom and me.”

She had no idea what it could possibly be and curiously pulled it apart.

“You guys got me a computer?”

She was completely astonished. She never expected that out of them. There was barely enough money flowing around the three of them to begin with, let alone enough to let them spoil her with such expensive things. As much as she loved the idea of having it, she felt terribly guilty.

“No, I can’t take this. Do you know how much this must have cost? I mean-“

“Yes,” Buffy said, “we knew when we paid for it. It’s your’s and we are not taking it back, so enjoy it.”

She stared at her sister who did nothing but smile back at her.

“Why, though? Why would you get me something like this? Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but…”

“You’ve done a lot for me this year, Dawn. Just take it as a thank you.”

There was a familiar hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was reserved for her guilty conscience which was telling her that being with Angel was wrong. Her sister loved her so much for being the caring sister she should have been, but was only acting to be. She turned and looked back at the box, pretending to read about her new gift so no one could see the pain in her eyes.

Later that evening, after the opening of many other gifts and stuffing of selves with cake, everyone was found to be lounging around the house. That would be with the exception of Willow, who had taken it upon herself to configure Dawn’s new computer to all of her own expectations. She had asked if Dawn had wanted anything special, but her only requirement was that she be able to use it after Willow was through with it. That had been hours ago. None of them knew what she was doing to the thing, but they let her play around on it.

“Hey, Dawn, can you come here a second?” Dawn heard her mother’s voice call from the kitchen.

She made her way past Willow, who had zoned out at the coffee table, and into the kitchen. The back door was open and in her hands was a large bouquet of roses. She turned to face her.

“These are for you.”

“What?” Dawn asked, having never received flowers in her life. Yet, amidst the sixteen long stemmed red roses lay a card that simply said, ‘Happy Birthday’.

Buffy walked up beside her and looked at them with a big grin.

“Who are those from?”

Dawn’s head snapped to look in her sister’s direction and for a moment, she felt as if Buffy knew everything. She couldn’t be even slightly happy that Angel had sent them; she was too worried.

“Um, I d-don’t know,” she stammered, angry that her voice was breaking. She knew that she appeared as upset as she felt to those around her.

“Hey, are you okay?” Buffy asked her, looking genuinely concerned.

She couldn’t look at her anymore and her eyes focused on the floor as she lied through her teeth.

“Yeah, can you guys put these in water? I have to, um…I’ll be right back.”

Not giving them time to say anything in return, she pushed the flowers on her sister and left the room. Taking the stairs two at a time, she made it into her room in a near record time and quickly shut the door. She felt tears running down her face by the time the door locked and brushed them aside furiously.

“Shit,” she said, looking in her mirror and seeing that her face was completely red and blotchy from tears. There was no way she could go back downstairs looking like that. Thinking that she may be able to cover some of it up with makeup, she turned to find some and ran right into Angel.

“You need to start making some noise! You scared the hell out of me!” she hissed at him, still upset, but more shaken than anything now. “Why are you here?”

He looked apologetic after scaring her the way he had.

“I wanted to see how you liked your flowers. You got them, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I got them. With your other girlfriend standing right next to me.”

Her tone was bitter and she knew that she shouldn’t have said that, but there were so many emotions running through her at that point that she was amazed she could say anything at all.

“She’s not my other girlfriend, Dawn. You know that. Things are just complicated.”

“Well, can you make them a little less complicated?” she asked, with more tears making their way down her cheeks and dripping onto Angel’s clothing as she hugged him close to her. He kissed the top of her head and soothingly stroked her hair.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Yeah, I know,” she barely whispered, gripping him even more tightly. He kissed her forehead and her lips before she heard a knocking on the other side of her door. She groaned.


She really wished that Buffy had stayed downstairs.

“Yes?” she called back, not knowing what else to say to her at the moment. She certainly couldn’t go back out there looking the way she did.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay,” was the answer of acceptance that she was so glad her sister had taken instead of prying into her life some more. She heard her boots click down the steps and turned back to Angel.

“I really don’t want to go back down there.”

“I don’t want you to either.”

She kissed him again. This time, she didn't want to let him go, as she held onto the back of his head, keeping him with her. He pulled back for a second and kissed her neck. She loved when he did that, as she couldn't think of anything more dangerously kinky than having a vampire sucking on her neck. As much as she didn't want to, she pulled away from him, knowing if they kept it up, she wouldn't go back downstairs at all.

“I’ll come see you tonight, okay?”

It was all she was able to promise him, but he accepted, smiling at her and then climbing back out the window.

When she was finally able to get back downstairs, everyone was pretending that they weren’t worried about her. They were pretending to be doing something else when all they really wanted was to know what was going on. She decided to cut to the chase.

“Everything is fine, okay? I swear.”

“Who’d you get those roses from?”

Everyone in the room glared at Anya. She looked at them, wide-eyed and slightly taken aback.

“What? I’m only asking what the rest of you won’t. Who are they from, Dawnie?”

“Anya, drop it,” Xander practically ordered from the other side of the room.

“No, it’s okay,” she said, grateful that she was able to pull off her lie with a straight face this time around. “I’m not sure, actually.”

“Well, you seemed pretty upset.”


“Well, what? She was!”

“Anyway,” Buffy interrupted their argument loudly enough to get the point across, “Dawn, would you like to go with us to The Bronze tonight? We thought it might be fun.”

Usually when The Bronze was brought up, it was shortly followed by a lecture in how she couldn’t go there because she was too young to be hanging out that late at night in a club. So to hear that was quite surprising.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

Without another word, Dawn left the room to go smell her flowers that were sitting comfortably in a glass vase on the counter in the kitchen.
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