“Good looks and the fact we can kick their asses without breaking a sweat?” Dawn suggested with a grin. Buffy’s expression sobered and Dawn looked down as Buffy took her hand. “I’ll be okay, I promise.”
“You better be,” Buffy said gruffly, though there was a tremor to her voice. “I don’t wanna have to come all the way out here and kick their asses.”
Dawn nodded at once. “They’d be pretty mad if you had to do that,” she agreed, her expression deadly earnest. “I don’t think Herbert would like to see you rumpling his new suits.”
With a roll of her eyes, Buffy opened the car door. “I’ll rumple ‘em good if he does anything to you.”
“Don’t worry!” Dawn laughed. “If he tries, I’ll chase him with girly cooties.”
“The poor boy,” Vittorio murmured, leaning against the hood of the car. “I dread to think how he will manage with you present indefinitely.”
Grinning evilly in the direction of the door, Dawn’s eyes danced. “Oh, he’ll learn pretty quick, I think,” she said. Opening her arms, she hugged Vittorio fondly. “You look after Buffy. You know how much trouble she can be.”
“Hey!” her sister called, half-way into the car, shoving a bag under the back seat.
“Naturalmente,” Vittorio kissed Dawn’s brow softly, then gazed at her seriously, her chin cupped lightly in his palm. “I expect you do not need further warnings, nor lectures, sorella piccola.” His brows drew together pensively, his voice lowered that Buffy wouldn’t overhear. “But you must proceed with care. For yourself and for others. There are deep emotions in this house.”
Dawn stared at him for a moment, then looked him up and down. “How long have you know him, then?”
One side of Vittorio’s mouth curved upwards. “Long enough, sorella,” he replied, placing another soft kiss to her forehead, then drawing back. “Longer than any of us would admit.”
“Deep emotions...” Dawn glanced over her shoulder thoughtfully. “Yeah. Figures.”
Scooting out of the car, Buffy dusted her hands down. “I think that’s everything,” she said, propping her hands on her hips and looking around. “You got everything, Will?” The witch nodded. “Vittorio?”
“I think we are prepared.”
With a last hug for her sister and the whisper of threat and promise for the vampires waiting inside, Buffy bundled her lover and friend into the car, rolling down the window to reach out one arm and hug Dawn a last time.
“If you don’t call me regularly, I’ll come here and kill you myself,” she whispered against Dawn’s ear.
“Like you called every week when you were at school!” Dawn laughed, returning the tight hug.
“I didn’t go to school with vampires,” Buffy reminded her, sitting back.
“Oh yeah?”
With a roll of her eyes, the Slayer laughed. “Okay, maybe a few. Now, you be good, okay? And don’t kill anyone, unless you have to.”
“You too.”
Stepping back, Dawn watched and waved as the car roared down the drive, tossing up gravel. Only when the gates swung closed did she turn around and walk back towards the door.
“Looks like you’re stuck with us, pet,” Spike was leaning against one of the columns that lined the hall, a pleased grin on his face.
“I concur,” Herbert added, stepping out of the shadows on the opposite side. “And I believe I owe you a mortal humiliation for the events of last night.”
Closing the door behind her, blocking out the daylight, Dawn smirked. “You can try, Herbert,” she said with mock-sweetness.
“And I am sure he will,” the third voice spoke from the middle of the hall. At once, Dawn moved past the two younger vampires to approach von Krolock. “So, you do not regret your decision?”
Offering him her hand, she smiled as he claimed it and kissed her fingertips. “Do you?” she asked, a hint of mischief in her blue eyes.
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Date: 2006-03-20 11:58 am (UTC)“You better be,” Buffy said gruffly, though there was a tremor to her voice. “I don’t wanna have to come all the way out here and kick their asses.”
Dawn nodded at once. “They’d be pretty mad if you had to do that,” she agreed, her expression deadly earnest. “I don’t think Herbert would like to see you rumpling his new suits.”
With a roll of her eyes, Buffy opened the car door. “I’ll rumple ‘em good if he does anything to you.”
“Don’t worry!” Dawn laughed. “If he tries, I’ll chase him with girly cooties.”
“The poor boy,” Vittorio murmured, leaning against the hood of the car. “I dread to think how he will manage with you present indefinitely.”
Grinning evilly in the direction of the door, Dawn’s eyes danced. “Oh, he’ll learn pretty quick, I think,” she said. Opening her arms, she hugged Vittorio fondly. “You look after Buffy. You know how much trouble she can be.”
“Hey!” her sister called, half-way into the car, shoving a bag under the back seat.
“Naturalmente,” Vittorio kissed Dawn’s brow softly, then gazed at her seriously, her chin cupped lightly in his palm. “I expect you do not need further warnings, nor lectures, sorella piccola.” His brows drew together pensively, his voice lowered that Buffy wouldn’t overhear. “But you must proceed with care. For yourself and for others. There are deep emotions in this house.”
Dawn stared at him for a moment, then looked him up and down. “How long have you know him, then?”
One side of Vittorio’s mouth curved upwards. “Long enough, sorella,” he replied, placing another soft kiss to her forehead, then drawing back. “Longer than any of us would admit.”
“Deep emotions...” Dawn glanced over her shoulder thoughtfully. “Yeah. Figures.”
Scooting out of the car, Buffy dusted her hands down. “I think that’s everything,” she said, propping her hands on her hips and looking around. “You got everything, Will?” The witch nodded. “Vittorio?”
“I think we are prepared.”
With a last hug for her sister and the whisper of threat and promise for the vampires waiting inside, Buffy bundled her lover and friend into the car, rolling down the window to reach out one arm and hug Dawn a last time.
“If you don’t call me regularly, I’ll come here and kill you myself,” she whispered against Dawn’s ear.
“Like you called every week when you were at school!” Dawn laughed, returning the tight hug.
“I didn’t go to school with vampires,” Buffy reminded her, sitting back.
“Oh yeah?”
With a roll of her eyes, the Slayer laughed. “Okay, maybe a few. Now, you be good, okay? And don’t kill anyone, unless you have to.”
“You too.”
Stepping back, Dawn watched and waved as the car roared down the drive, tossing up gravel. Only when the gates swung closed did she turn around and walk back towards the door.
“Looks like you’re stuck with us, pet,” Spike was leaning against one of the columns that lined the hall, a pleased grin on his face.
“I concur,” Herbert added, stepping out of the shadows on the opposite side. “And I believe I owe you a mortal humiliation for the events of last night.”
Closing the door behind her, blocking out the daylight, Dawn smirked. “You can try, Herbert,” she said with mock-sweetness.
“And I am sure he will,” the third voice spoke from the middle of the hall. At once, Dawn moved past the two younger vampires to approach von Krolock. “So, you do not regret your decision?”
Offering him her hand, she smiled as he claimed it and kissed her fingertips. “Do you?” she asked, a hint of mischief in her blue eyes.