When the rising sun had broken through her window, Dawn had sworn aloud, dragged a pillow over her head and pretended to sleep for another half an hour, but when the morning wouldn’t take the hint and go away.
Swearing vengeance at it and reminding herself that there were curtains around the bed and across the windows for a reason, she had grumpily surfaced, forcing herself out of the large and excessively snug bed.
Wearing nothing more than mismatched socks, an oversized t-shirt and shorts, she squeaked another expletive when the morning air hit her. Dragging the large duvet off her bed, she wrapped around body. It was become clear that vampires still hadn’t worked out that a heating system was a good thing.
Shuffling her way through to the connected bathroom, idly speculating what use vampires had for toilets, she tossed some water on her face, admiring the panda-eyes she had acquired.
“Make-up off before bed, remember that,” she chastised her reflection. Digging through her bag, she pulled out a brush and - gripping the corners of the blanket with her teeth - negotiated the mess of her hair into a more human look.
Shoving the brush back into her bag, she pulled the blanket around her more snugly and walked back out into the main room, only to stop dead. Apparently, in the high-backed chair by the table, someone had made themselves comfortable.
With slipped-clad feet resting on the table on the end of silk-pyjama-clad legs, the only other part of him that was visible was the hand that was extended casually over the broad arm, beckoning her closer.
“Most normal people would knock before walking into a girl’s room,” Dawn said.
The occupant of the seat shifted and fraction of a face became visible around the edge of the chair back. “Normal is such a relative term,” the man murmured, then swung his feet down off the table.
“I’ll say,” Dawn agreed dryly, approaching the chair with caution. “You do know the boss here says I’m not allowed to be eaten, don’t you?”
The vampire in the seat laughed. “What makes you think I would answer to him?” the wicked murmur rose, the visible hand making a casual gesture. “I am not usually up this early and I am a little hungry.”
Standing almost level with the chair, Dawn stopped moving. Her hand under the blanket shifted slightly. “Sorry, but I’m not really in the mood to get eaten,” she said casually. “I just found out my friend is alive and I kind of want to do the catch-up thing with him. There’s going to be ice cream.”
Rising out of the chair as swiftly and lightly as a cat, the vampire swung around to face her. With long, golden hair and a wicked little smile, he reminded her a little of Spike before he got crazy and sad.
“That is a shame,” he murmured. “I do so hate to disappoint William.”
“I could say the same,” she replied with a charming smile. “He’ll be pissed if I have to kill you.”
One golden brow rose. “You believe you could do such a thing?”
From within the folds of the blankets, the muzzle of her pistol emerged. “I could,” she replied sweetly. “Eventually.”
The vampire’s brows rose and he glanced at her. “Little girl,” he murmured. “You know shooting me will not kill me.”
“I know,” Dawn said meeting his gaze and smiling. “That’s why I said eventually. I figure I shoot you enough, you’ll fall down and then, I’ll just mosey on over, get my stake or my axe.”
“You think you would be fast enough?”
“You wanna try me?”
Reaching out, the vampire tweaked the fold of the blanket aside. “Impressive,” he observed. The gun was in a hand-holster which made it nearly impossible for it to be knocked out of her hand. “You came well-prepared.”
The Slayer’s sister grinned. “Lived on a hellmouth,” she replied, lowering the gun into the recesses of the blanket. “Teaches you a few things.”
Re: And the last two paragraphs of the scene:
Swearing vengeance at it and reminding herself that there were curtains around the bed and across the windows for a reason, she had grumpily surfaced, forcing herself out of the large and excessively snug bed.
Wearing nothing more than mismatched socks, an oversized t-shirt and shorts, she squeaked another expletive when the morning air hit her. Dragging the large duvet off her bed, she wrapped around body. It was become clear that vampires still hadn’t worked out that a heating system was a good thing.
Shuffling her way through to the connected bathroom, idly speculating what use vampires had for toilets, she tossed some water on her face, admiring the panda-eyes she had acquired.
“Make-up off before bed, remember that,” she chastised her reflection. Digging through her bag, she pulled out a brush and - gripping the corners of the blanket with her teeth - negotiated the mess of her hair into a more human look.
Shoving the brush back into her bag, she pulled the blanket around her more snugly and walked back out into the main room, only to stop dead. Apparently, in the high-backed chair by the table, someone had made themselves comfortable.
With slipped-clad feet resting on the table on the end of silk-pyjama-clad legs, the only other part of him that was visible was the hand that was extended casually over the broad arm, beckoning her closer.
“Most normal people would knock before walking into a girl’s room,” Dawn said.
The occupant of the seat shifted and fraction of a face became visible around the edge of the chair back. “Normal is such a relative term,” the man murmured, then swung his feet down off the table.
“I’ll say,” Dawn agreed dryly, approaching the chair with caution. “You do know the boss here says I’m not allowed to be eaten, don’t you?”
The vampire in the seat laughed. “What makes you think I would answer to him?” the wicked murmur rose, the visible hand making a casual gesture. “I am not usually up this early and I am a little hungry.”
Standing almost level with the chair, Dawn stopped moving. Her hand under the blanket shifted slightly. “Sorry, but I’m not really in the mood to get eaten,” she said casually. “I just found out my friend is alive and I kind of want to do the catch-up thing with him. There’s going to be ice cream.”
Rising out of the chair as swiftly and lightly as a cat, the vampire swung around to face her. With long, golden hair and a wicked little smile, he reminded her a little of Spike before he got crazy and sad.
“That is a shame,” he murmured. “I do so hate to disappoint William.”
“I could say the same,” she replied with a charming smile. “He’ll be pissed if I have to kill you.”
One golden brow rose. “You believe you could do such a thing?”
From within the folds of the blankets, the muzzle of her pistol emerged. “I could,” she replied sweetly. “Eventually.”
The vampire’s brows rose and he glanced at her. “Little girl,” he murmured. “You know shooting me will not kill me.”
“I know,” Dawn said meeting his gaze and smiling. “That’s why I said eventually. I figure I shoot you enough, you’ll fall down and then, I’ll just mosey on over, get my stake or my axe.”
“You think you would be fast enough?”
“You wanna try me?”
Reaching out, the vampire tweaked the fold of the blanket aside. “Impressive,” he observed. The gun was in a hand-holster which made it nearly impossible for it to be knocked out of her hand. “You came well-prepared.”
The Slayer’s sister grinned. “Lived on a hellmouth,” she replied, lowering the gun into the recesses of the blanket. “Teaches you a few things.”