Who: Connor and Dawn (npc) What: The end should be a good one... Where: A house in the old burbs and then his parents place. Sorry Fred. When: Wavy time last nightish Warnings: Good God yes. All vamp Connor posts have auto warnings. Character death, violence.
After making his escape from the prison, Connor made quick work of hauling ass to the abandoned home he had secured for this very event. It was set up for Faith, but sometimes a substitution had to be used. Dawn was as lovely as a substitution as any. He'd loved her when he had his soul and a pulse. Now he found that his issues with why they broke up had lingered.
As she came to, shaking drowsily in the chains he had secured her in in the center of the basement, she blinked and screamed against the gag in her mouth. Connor lounged lazily in a standard metal chair, smoking a cigarette as he watched the curves of her body tighten and twist as she fought against her binds. Beautiful. "Magically enhanced chains. Overkill, I know, but I was expecting my favorite brunette slayer with a demon kick, not my ex-girlfriend. What can you do?" He smiled as she managed to break free of the gag. It hadn't been on tight, and he knew if she was properly motivated she'd manage it.
"Let me go now you psycho." The coldness in her tone made a slow creepy smile spread across his pale features. She found no comfort in that smile. There was no trace of the Connor she had loved in that smile.
"Well, since you demanded so politely...." He stood up and walked toward her like a lion stalking it's prey. The zebra was in the lion's gaze, and that made for a very unlucky lion. "Do I still exist to you, Dawnie?" He'd never called her that, only Buffy did, and the way she flinched made it clear she wasn't happy about him taking on the nickname.
Dawn twisted in the chains, arching her body as far as she could in the limited movement that they allowed her to avoid his touch. His ice cold fingers ran up and down her spine, matching the bundle of nerves that were doing the very same thing from the inside out. "No."
"Excellent. I thought you'd say that. You said it to your sister, to Elena, and to anyone close enough to hear your whining or read your moping in all lowercase letters about your stance on vampires. I just wanted to be sure that applied to me now as well. I'm cold on the outside, but Baby, you are cold hearted. I want to warm you up."
He stepped back and walked to the corner of the room with all his favorite toys were lined up. The blow torch was immediately selected along with the spare silver stake he'd lifted from Belikov's things. His friend always kept his stake on him, but what good Guardian wouldn't have a spare. Dawn was going to be a message for several people just like Faith was meant to be. "You should know," he said mildly as he held the silver stake beneath the flame, "I planned to turn Faith, but I'm not going to do that to you."
Those beautiful eyes stared a hard line through him, but he could see the visible relief etched across her pretty features. "Not because you don't want to be turned, but the idea of an eternity of your bitching and moaning is enough to make me want to stake myself."
"Fuck you."
"I mean, Buffy literally sacrificed herself in your place how many times to get a break from it? Now I understand why."
"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT BUFFY. YOUR PSYCHO FATHER HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE HER, AND SHE IS GOING TO FLAY YOU ALIVE FOR TOUCHING ME." Well, she'd certainly worked through the gag issues.
He shrugged, wincing slightly at the sheer volume of her words. "I'm sure she will try, and possibly succeed, but I'm working on her soul issue. Once that's popped out, I think she'll see things my way. Getting one for you didn't indebt her to you and your racism against vampires. Dawn, the magical key has race issues with other people. Sorry we can't all be special snowflakes?"
Once the stake was properly heated, he approached her slim body again and began to carve into her flesh. Every few letters he had to pause and allow her to catch her breath from the screaming and reheat the stake, but it allowed him to lap up the fallen blood and by God, mystic key blood was savory. "Scream it out, Baby. I had my new girls cast a silencing charm, so no need to hold back."
She cursed him and his lineage. She broke down and begged him to stop. Then went back to threatening him. Her mood swings were expected and didn't stop him from his work. He had a message to deliver after all.
Once he was done, she was barely breathing. They were both covered in her blood and little pieces of her flesh, but the note was written perfectly across her mid section.
Dear F, D, and W,
I was looking for you. Dawn and Giles worked in a pinch. Thanks for the stake, D. You can have it back. Your move.
Love, C.
"It's okay. I know this took a lot out of you so I'm going to grant you mercy now. I really did love you, Dawn."
Taking a lesson from his father, he proved it. Fangs in her neck, he drained what was left of her quickly before cutting her down and carrying her outside. He placed her in the car and drove to the edge of the wilderness closest to his father's cabin and parked. Carrying her tenderly in his arms, he sprinted fast through the forest to his parent's cabin and paused at the door only long enough to press her body to the door and drive the stake hard enough through her heart that it pierced the wood.