and She Goes Where no Teen has Gone Before

A/N: Due to popular demand, I've added a chapter. This is the last one. Hope you like it!
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Chapter 2: and She Goes Where no Teen has Gone Before

Dawn was running, her feet pounding beneath her. She didn’t know what she was doing, really. All she knew was that Buffy needed her. Buffy. Her sister. Every time the name was said, she kept getting flashes of a blond girl. Love for the girl always wormed its way into her heart, when she thought about the name. It was only a name, but it was so much more. The name was a hero, her sister, someone who couldn’t give up on the world, who wouldn’t let the world give up on her. Dawn knew, just knew that she had to find Buffy. She heard the boys from before fallowing her, but they were too slow and she was too fast.

Ten minutes later, Dawn found herself down town, but it’s not the place she remembered. A car sat in front of her, burning. Another one on the other side was blown up. The glass on the windows lay broken on the ground, shattered into a million pieces. She stared, unable to understand what happened here.

She walked onwards, barefoot. There had been black high-heels before, but she’d taken them off after tripping a few times. Her feet were dirty now, as they walked on the littered road. There was nothing but rubbles, pieces of glass and cars. Her hair was a mess, it went every where, and ashes from the coffin lie in empty spaces. She didn’t notice though, still shocked with the aspect that she was alive. Her long, messy brown hair covered her face, and shocked blue eyes looked through the hairs as she wondered the streets of what could be called hell. Everything was blurry, Dawn squinted looking forward, knowing that this place wasn’t right. It wasn’t what it was supposed to be. She stopped suddenly, as something blew up inside a car.

She heard it roaring before she was able to see what it was. The demon, a large, big thing decked out in leather, and claws instead of finger nails came zooming past, throwing a beer bottle. He laughed, and went on, not seeing her. Horrified, Dawn backed away, leaning into the wall near by. She hid in the corner, cowering and covered by trashcans and a large burnt car that was sitting on its side.

Dawn let a shudder go through her, as she sat on the floor hugging her knees. Buffy’s picture came into her mind and she frowned. “Oh…gotta go find her.” She murmured. “Yeah, she’ll…she…needs…me.” Dawn stood, walking onwards. A siren wailed, and she covered her ears. Everything was so loud. She ran her heart pounding. She ran so fast, she couldn’t see where she was going.

Then suddenly, “HEY! WAIT UP!”

Dawn recognized the voice as the ones from before. She turned seeing the man—his brother called him Dean, she remembered. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking all over. She took off again.

“SON OF A—“

“Dean!”

“Yeah, Yeah. Damn she’s fast.”

She still heard them, but she kept running, until she couldn’t. There was a slam of a door, like something was opening.

“HEY!” The voice was loud, Dawn covered her ears again as she looked at the owner of said voice. The man was a tall, skinny person. He looked angry. The man held a weapon, it was longer than the one that ‘Dean’ had before.

“What are you doing?!” he shouted, keeping the weapon pointed at her. She stared at him, eyes wide. She couldn’t get herself to speak and kept still.

“Get away from here!” The man shouted, or rather screamed. Dawn squinted at him, backing away slightly when she realized how dangerous the weapon might be.

The man walked forwards, and Dawn took steps back. “Do you hear me? I said get off my property! Leave us alone. Get outta here!” He fired the gun into the air, and Dawn took off running again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Revolo Drive: Summers Home 7:30pm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Buffy and Spike crouched behind a bush on the side of her house. Spike was using his keen vampire senses to see what was happening. Across the streets, some demons were coming by, rows of three. They kept breaking house after house. There were screams and Buffy began to rush forward to try and help them, but Spike held her back.

Had she been the Buffy the Scooby’s knew and loved, the one that had been around before Dawn’s death, she would have yelled at Spike, made some mean comment about him. Since Dawn’s death, Buffy had been different. Spike was the only company she could stand. Still, that didn’t stop her from trying to be like before.

“Friends of yours?” she asked, referring to the demons.

Spike cocked an eyebrow at her. “Me, friends with them? Are you kidding me?” At her look he turned away, chewing on his cig. “Yeah, yeah. Ha, bloody, ha Slayer. I work alone remember?”

“Sure you do.” Buffy replied, her tone indicating that she didn’t believe him.

“It looks like they’re just wrecking stuff. No thought other than just destruct-o-rama. Can’t you demons be, oh I don’t know, more original?”

“Come now, pet. You don’t see the fun, er…Never mind.” Spike muttered. “Come on, we should leave lug. Don’t want them finding us.”

Buffy nodded, “Where should we go? Magic Box? Do you think they’ve gone as far as downtown?”

“Probably.” Spike replied. “C’mon, then. What’re we waiting for?” he asked. And the two took off, running like no humans could dream.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Random Street in Sunnydale 7:40 pm~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dawn had slowed down. After running for an hour, she was worn out. She kept her tears away. She kept the emotion threatening to consume her at a distance. She knew she had to find Buffy. She knew it. She had run so far, but she wasn’t a Slayer, wasn’t a vampire. She was only humans, and even humans who had been brought back from the dead needed rest. So Dawn stopped, leaning against a wall as she over looked her surroundings. There was a hill, and smoke filled her nose. Dawn coughed, and then suddenly, she stood still as the voice called out.
“Say hello to your new home, boys!” The voice was loud, more so than the others. This demon was a fat fellow, also decked out in leather. The demons in front of him cheered. Even from so far away, Dawn could smell the beer. You didn’t have to be a Slayer to smell as much as they had. There was the sound of something being thrown, then a flame. Barrels full of fire sat in several places, a pile of burning trash lay behind them. The leader spoke again.

“This here is a momentous occasion, the beginning of a new era. Now, no question, the open back roads and highways have been good to us. But we've got ourselves a juicy little burg here, just ripe for the picking. And I ain't in no hurry to leave it, you?”

The demons said as expected, screaming, “NO!”

And the leader continued, “So I figure, what better way to kick off our ... semi-settling-down, than with a little christening?” More cheering. Dawn was getting a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Then, Dawn’s eyes grow wide in shock. The woman she had been looking for held up in chains. Dawn’s heart began to pound again. Buffy, held up in chains, connected to bicycles. Buffy needed her. Dawn moved forwards, but hands held her back.

“Hey!” the voice was angry, and panting. They were catching their breath, “Hey, kid! Damn you’re fast. Kid, c’mon. We can’t stay here.”

“Dean.”

The man in question looked over at his brother, giving an annoyed look. “What!” he snapped.

Sam just pointed in the direction of the demons.

“A symbolic act commemorating the new order around here ... and ridding ourselves of any not-so-pleasant reminders of the old.” The leader held a small handgun. He fired, and several bikes went in several directions. There was a scream of pain, blood splattering and another male voice screaming, “BUFFY!”

Dawn’s eyes were wide, now. She came loose of the grip Dean had on her, and began to run towards her sister. “BUFFY!” she screamed. The bleach peroxide blonde British man turned to look at them. Three demons held him back as he struggled to go to Buffy’s aid. He stopped struggling when he saw Dawn. Shock from Buffy’s death and from seeing someone believed to be dead for a while now kept him still. He didn’t have a chance as one of the demons dug a stake into his heart. He was nothing but dust in a matter of seconds.


~~~~~~Three Years Later~~~~
2001: Stanford University Daylight

Eighteen year old Dawn Summers sat in the passenger side of the 1969 Chevy Impala. It wasn’t much, just an old rusty thing that Dean had since he was sixteen. He treasured the car, like it was a real, live person. He called the thing words like “Baby,” and “my girl.” Dawn didn’t mind she was used too it, just like she was used to him fussing over her. He was over-protective of her, hell, if a guy even so much as winked at her, the man would find himself with a bruised eye the next day. She smiled softly at the thought.

“What are you smiling about?” Dean asked, looking over at her as they approached the stop light. She just shrugged, keeping her smile. She didn’t say much. Even after three years, the shock of her sister’s death still got to her. She only spoke when needed, like if something they were hunting had gotten to Dean, or John. Her smile grew as she thought of John.

He was a better father than Hank had ever been. He was the best surrogate father anyone could ask for. He could be annoying at times, trying to get her to do things his way. The only one she ever really listened too was Sam. He was the only one who had reasonable orders. Of course, that didn’t dwindle her love for the two others any. No, Dean and John were a big part of the family. Dean, a big brother she never had, and John, an over-protective dad who never gave it a rest. Sam, he’d been her mother, right up until he left to go to collage. Secretly, Dawn thought that Sam had a right to go. John was just being an idiot. In fact, that was one of the few things she ever said to him. They had they’re own way of showing love, she and John. Sometimes he would find her crying in a corner, thinking of the way her sister had died, or thinking of where she was. He would come and sit with her. He would tell her stories of Mary. It comforted him, too, Dawn figured. He didn’t seem to mind and she was glad. Dawn’s smile turned into an all out grin as Dean honked on the horn. Apparently the guy in front of them wasn’t going fast enough. She placed a hand on Dean’s leg, trying to get him to calm down. He was extremely irritable today. Understandable, really; they were here to find Sam, to bring the boy, their brother on the hunt for the missing father. John Winchester was missing, and it was up to his three children to find him.

Dawn knew that they would find him. As long as they stuck together, the Winchesters could do anything. She flashed him a grin, and he knew exactly what she was trying.

“I know. I know. I just… its dad, Dawn. What the hell are we gonna do if Sam doesn’t come?”

Dawn nodded in understanding, “It’s okay,” as always her voice was quiet, soft spoken like Tara’s was. “He’ll come.”

Dean glanced at her, “Yeah? And How do you know that?”

“I know cause’ he’s Sam.” Dawn replied. The rest of the ride was ridden in silence.