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snoggedTitle: Come Into My Parlor
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Darla/Dawn
Word Count: 2304
Overall Rating/Highlight for Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; **f/f sex, underage sex, angst/dark themes, adult language, dub-con, **
Setting: Set Season 5 of BtVS/Season 2 of AtS.
Summary: Dawn runs into danger when she comes to LA at her father's secretary's request.
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velvetwhip and snowpuppies . All other mistakes are mine.
A/N: For the Dawn challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash_minis. Written for aaronlisa who requested Darla, revenge, dub-con, and angst. Also written for angst_bingo prompt: Forgotten.
Union Station in Los Angeles was the major hub that served most of the city’s transportation needs. As far as places went, it wasn’t the worst place to be. There was no graffiti on the walls, no unusual smells to tingle her nostrils. There were just people, moving in and out, completely aware of where they were headed.
Except that none of those people wore her father’s face. None of those people had any clue that she was sitting here waiting for him to come and get her.
Not that anyone really cared so much. Most people didn’t even shoot her a passing glance. They had more important things to do than worry about where a girl’s father was.
Funny thing was that her father – well actually, her father’s secretary – had seemed so insistent that she hop on the first bus out of Sunnydale, despite the fact that Hank knew darn well that his ex-wife was sitting in a lumpy hospital bed wearing a paper gown that didn’t even cover her butt. Of course, Dawn had done her best to protest, insisting that she would even choke down that awful turkey and gravy they made at the hospital so she could stay with Mom. Her willingness to sacrifice her stomach, however, made no dent in her mother’s decision to kowtow to a request the man couldn’t even bother making himself.
The only reason Buffy wasn’t stuck here with her was because the world needed saving…again. Not that it surprised Dawn in the slightest. It was all demons’ nest that, big scary thing that… blah blah blah blah blah. She had heard the excuse half a dozen times before. It would be way better if Dawn was just allowed to help, but no…she was too “young” and it was too “dangerous.”
Wasn’t it just as dangerous to be forgotten in a place like this, no matter how clean it was?
Leaning back against the hardwood bench, Dawn watched as a monstrous silver and blue bus rumbled into the depot, screeching to a stop in front of her. The door opened with a loud whoosh of decompressing air and about fifty passengers, most carrying some sort of luggage, slowly trudged down the steps.
Among them, Dawn noticed a young girl with short brown hair and wire rimmed glasses grab her father’s hand. She was wearing a purple and white plaid dress and a soft smile crinkled the corners of her pale pink lips.
“I know it’s late, but can we still get ice cream, daddy? I promise I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do all my chores and get my homework done on time and I’ll…”
The man beside her chuckled, his eyes lighting up with glee. “No deals necessary, sweet cheeks. You need all the sugar you can get.”
A normal person would probably react with an “aww” and move on with their lives. But instead, Dawn felt anger and jealousy sting her heart like a pair of vicious bees. She’d never had that. Not even when Hank was still an active presence in her life. Sighing, she leaned back against the hard wooden bench and made a solemn vow that if Hank ever showed up she wouldn’t speak a word to him.
Right as the clock’s minute hand touched the nine, Dawn got up from the bench and walked over to the bank of pay phones along the wall. Considering how much the cell phone craze had swept the nation, she was a bit surprised that the communication devices weren’t completely extinct, but she was grateful since a Blackberry wasn’t bound to show up under the Christmas tree for her anytime soon. She fished a few quarters out of her jeans pocket and started to feed the machine, not noticing the blonde woman in a slinky red dress approaching her from the side.
“Are you Dawn?”
Dawn stuck her hand on her hip and turned her head to the side. “Who’s asking?”
A faint smile ghosted over the woman’s lips as she extended her hand. “Darla LeBre. I work with your father.”
Of course, she did. Her dad always had a thing for women who were beautiful and buxom and Darla was no exception. “So you’re here to get me out of here?”
“You betcha,” Darla said. “Cab’s already waiting for us in the parking lot.”
There was nothing in the woman’s voice that made Dawn doubt her. Besides, she’d already done one better than dear old Dad by actually showing up and Dawn was desperate to get out of the bus depot.
There was no reason for her to think that she was a fly about to get swallowed by a Black Widow.
***
As the cab pulled out of the vast lot and lumbered down the street, Darla smirked. While it was easy to throw a bitch fit about the idiocy of her minions, she had a deep appreciation for stupid humans.
That being said, she was disappointed that the young girl beside her hadn’t even shown a glimmer of recognition given that they had met once before on the night that the Slayer’s Mommy Dearest nearly met her grisly end. Although the night itself had been a failure, Darla still remembered the wide-eyed pre-teen stammering a “hello” after Joyce had let Darla into the house. Unfortunately, Dawn had run up the stairs and disappeared into her bedroom, likely forgetting Darla the moment she did so, but Darla hadn’t forgotten her.
Between plotting revenge on Angel and wanting to even the score with Fluffy the Slayer, Darla had hatched the perfect scheme and she was quite pleased to say that it was already unfolding quite nicely. Abusing and breaking apart the littlest of the spineless weaklings who touted themselves as “good guys” would certainly get their attention if she did it right.
The cab pulled up to a recently renovated Spanish-style building that contained the apartment of one Edith Whey, also known as Hank Summer’s secretary – and last night’s dinner. Darla gracefully slid out of the cab and extended her hand to Dawn.
A flicker of confusion passed through Dawn’s eyes as she realized that where they were was not where her father lived. “Where are we?”
“I assumed that because it was so late you’d prefer to crash on my couch for the night and we can hook up with your daddy in the morning,” Darla explained, laying the charm on thick while lying through her teeth.
Dawn nodded, accepting the falsehood at face value and relaxing visibly as they walked into the apartment complex.
Once inside, with the door locked securely behind them, Darla let her polite persona slip. It was time to play the game she preferred to play, time to see just how quickly Dawn would break. “So tell me, Dawnie, have you ever been fucked before?”
“What?” Dawn asked, completely knocked off balance by the sharp curveball Darla had thrown at her.
“Don’t be shy, honey. It’s just us girls. You can tell me,” Darla said, her tone urging. “I know what it’s like being your age. I was fourteen when a boy popped my cherry.” What she didn’t mention was that she was already working as a whore then….
Dawn gulped, not sure what to say.
“I know it seems young,” Darla continued. “But I was very mature for my age and my guess is you are too.”
“I…I’ve never…,” Dawn stammered. “I’ve never even kissed anyone.”
Darla pursed her lips, letting her right hand fall onto Dawn’s shoulder. “Shame. I can see how much you want to though.”
“You can?” Dawn asked, warily.
“Of course I can,” Darla replied, a light lilt to her voice. “I’m very perceptive like that. I can also tell that you’re not as uncomfortable with this as you like to think you are. In fact, I think you want this as much as I do.”
Dawn’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment and Darla grinned, running her hand down the length of Dawn’s arm, drawing a shiver from the girl’s small frame.
“I could show you, you know. What it feels like. I can make you the woman your body is craving for you to become.” The manipulative words fell from her lips like silk, soaked into Dawn’s skin like honey, made the girl forget silly words like “no.”
Dawn chewed on her bottom lip, giving away her nerves and hinting that she wasn’t sure what the hell to do or how to proceed. “I…I don’t know what you mean. I’ve never even….”
The innocent protest only served to spur Darla on. It pleased her to know that she would be Dawn’s first. That meant this would be an experience Dawn would never be able to erase from her memory.
“Don’t think,” Darla whispered, locking eyes with the girl, willing her to not look away. “Just let me show you.”
Dawn offered the barest hint of a nod, but didn’t say anything more.
“Good girl,” Darla replied, slipping her fingers through Dawn’s and dragging her into the bedroom. “Strip for me.”
Dawn moved almost robotically as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and unbuttoned her jeans. Darla knew that the girl was only doing this because Darla had convinced her it was what she wanted, but the uncertainty was still there and that made this victory feel all that much sweeter.
Dawn stopped when she had stripped down enough to reveal a pair of purple cotton panties and matching bra, Darla closed the gap between them. Gender had never been much of an issue for Darla. After centuries of unlife, she had learned the benefits of fluid sexuality and found the same pleasure between a woman’s legs as she did sucking on a man’s cock.
Instead of dropping to her knees, however, Darla flopped onto the floral-printed comforter and the hem of her dress crept up her thighs as she parted her knees.
Dawn’s breath hitched and she looked at Darla with those adorable large blue eyes but didn’t move forward.
Darla had expected her message to be crystal clear, but given Dawn’s tentativeness, she decided the girl needed an extra signal. So she extended her hand, motioning Dawn to come up on the bed.
Come into my parlor…
***
Trapped.
That was how Dawn felt as she choked on Darla’s pungent scent; her nose slick with moisture. The feeling didn’t just come from the way Darla’s muscular thighs were digging into her cheek or the way Darla tugged at her hair. It also came from the dawning realization that none of this added up. There was no way this woman writhing on the bed could possibly be the same woman her father had hired to handle his paperwork. She was the stranger that mom had always warned her about. The one that would roll down her car window and offer chocolates if you went for a ride with her. Dawn shivered slightly, feeling used and dirty.
That was when Darla released her as soon as Dawn lifted her head, she could feel cold, dark eyes boring into hers.
“You bore me.”
“Excuse me?” Dawn asked her voice barely above a whisper.
Darla rolled her eyes. “Do I really need to spell it out for you? You. Bore. Me.”
“Do you want me to….” Dawn asked, lowering her head slightly to indicate that she would try again.
“You’ve done enough,” Darla hissed, irritation glinting in her eyes. “Now leave before I decide I want to eat you.”
Something about the way she said it made Dawn realize that Darla wasn’t talking about quid pro quo. She was talking about actually eating her, which meant that Darla was a vam….
Before she could finish the thought, a memory fluttered across her brain like a butterfly who’d just escaped its gilded cage.
“I know you,” Dawn said. “I met you once. You…you came to the house. You hurt my mother. It wasn’t a barbecue fork like they said. It was you.”
Darla smirked, licking her lips. It was about damn time Dawn remembered. “And you were going to be my dessert until that stupid sister of yours showed up to spoil my fun.”
“So is this your idea of…” Dawn started, knowing she was dangerously close to crossing the line that would get her killed.
“Getting back at your sister? Damn right it is.” Darla looked positively smug as she tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “Though I was hoping you’d be a bit more feisty given that Dru had been talking about you endlessly for the last few days. Screaming stars and glowing green girls. Complete and utter nonsense, if you ask me. You look perfectly normal to me.”
“So why aren’t you…?”
“Killing you where you stand?” Darla asked, arching an eyebrow. “Because apparently…you’re special. You’re gonna make the heavens split open or something and I’ve always loved a good apocalypse.”
A thousand questions exploded in Dawn’s mind, but she opted to not ask a single one of them. Especially since Darla seemed to be giving her a free pass to skedaddle and that’s exactly what she did.
Dawn skittered off the mattress and grabbed her clothes off the floor. Hoping that Darla would give her at least a fifteen second head start before she changed her mind, Dawn unlocked the apartment door and sprinted down the sidewalk as fast as her legs could carry her.
She didn’t care where she went now. Didn’t care if she ended up at Dad’s or at Angel’s. All she knew was that she wanted to go somewhere and forget that this night ever happened…except for that part where she was going to be the cause of the world ending. That one…Buffy was going to have to answer.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Darla/Dawn
Word Count: 2304
Overall Rating/Highlight for Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; **f/f sex, underage sex, angst/dark themes, adult language, dub-con, **
Setting: Set Season 5 of BtVS/Season 2 of AtS.
Summary: Dawn runs into danger when she comes to LA at her father's secretary's request.
Beta(s):
velvetwhip and snowpuppies . All other mistakes are mine.A/N: For the Dawn challenge at
femslash_minis. Written for aaronlisa who requested Darla, revenge, dub-con, and angst. Also written for angst_bingo prompt: Forgotten.Union Station in Los Angeles was the major hub that served most of the city’s transportation needs. As far as places went, it wasn’t the worst place to be. There was no graffiti on the walls, no unusual smells to tingle her nostrils. There were just people, moving in and out, completely aware of where they were headed.
Except that none of those people wore her father’s face. None of those people had any clue that she was sitting here waiting for him to come and get her.
Not that anyone really cared so much. Most people didn’t even shoot her a passing glance. They had more important things to do than worry about where a girl’s father was.
Funny thing was that her father – well actually, her father’s secretary – had seemed so insistent that she hop on the first bus out of Sunnydale, despite the fact that Hank knew darn well that his ex-wife was sitting in a lumpy hospital bed wearing a paper gown that didn’t even cover her butt. Of course, Dawn had done her best to protest, insisting that she would even choke down that awful turkey and gravy they made at the hospital so she could stay with Mom. Her willingness to sacrifice her stomach, however, made no dent in her mother’s decision to kowtow to a request the man couldn’t even bother making himself.
The only reason Buffy wasn’t stuck here with her was because the world needed saving…again. Not that it surprised Dawn in the slightest. It was all demons’ nest that, big scary thing that… blah blah blah blah blah. She had heard the excuse half a dozen times before. It would be way better if Dawn was just allowed to help, but no…she was too “young” and it was too “dangerous.”
Wasn’t it just as dangerous to be forgotten in a place like this, no matter how clean it was?
Leaning back against the hardwood bench, Dawn watched as a monstrous silver and blue bus rumbled into the depot, screeching to a stop in front of her. The door opened with a loud whoosh of decompressing air and about fifty passengers, most carrying some sort of luggage, slowly trudged down the steps.
Among them, Dawn noticed a young girl with short brown hair and wire rimmed glasses grab her father’s hand. She was wearing a purple and white plaid dress and a soft smile crinkled the corners of her pale pink lips.
“I know it’s late, but can we still get ice cream, daddy? I promise I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do all my chores and get my homework done on time and I’ll…”
The man beside her chuckled, his eyes lighting up with glee. “No deals necessary, sweet cheeks. You need all the sugar you can get.”
A normal person would probably react with an “aww” and move on with their lives. But instead, Dawn felt anger and jealousy sting her heart like a pair of vicious bees. She’d never had that. Not even when Hank was still an active presence in her life. Sighing, she leaned back against the hard wooden bench and made a solemn vow that if Hank ever showed up she wouldn’t speak a word to him.
Right as the clock’s minute hand touched the nine, Dawn got up from the bench and walked over to the bank of pay phones along the wall. Considering how much the cell phone craze had swept the nation, she was a bit surprised that the communication devices weren’t completely extinct, but she was grateful since a Blackberry wasn’t bound to show up under the Christmas tree for her anytime soon. She fished a few quarters out of her jeans pocket and started to feed the machine, not noticing the blonde woman in a slinky red dress approaching her from the side.
“Are you Dawn?”
Dawn stuck her hand on her hip and turned her head to the side. “Who’s asking?”
A faint smile ghosted over the woman’s lips as she extended her hand. “Darla LeBre. I work with your father.”
Of course, she did. Her dad always had a thing for women who were beautiful and buxom and Darla was no exception. “So you’re here to get me out of here?”
“You betcha,” Darla said. “Cab’s already waiting for us in the parking lot.”
There was nothing in the woman’s voice that made Dawn doubt her. Besides, she’d already done one better than dear old Dad by actually showing up and Dawn was desperate to get out of the bus depot.
There was no reason for her to think that she was a fly about to get swallowed by a Black Widow.
***
As the cab pulled out of the vast lot and lumbered down the street, Darla smirked. While it was easy to throw a bitch fit about the idiocy of her minions, she had a deep appreciation for stupid humans.
That being said, she was disappointed that the young girl beside her hadn’t even shown a glimmer of recognition given that they had met once before on the night that the Slayer’s Mommy Dearest nearly met her grisly end. Although the night itself had been a failure, Darla still remembered the wide-eyed pre-teen stammering a “hello” after Joyce had let Darla into the house. Unfortunately, Dawn had run up the stairs and disappeared into her bedroom, likely forgetting Darla the moment she did so, but Darla hadn’t forgotten her.
Between plotting revenge on Angel and wanting to even the score with Fluffy the Slayer, Darla had hatched the perfect scheme and she was quite pleased to say that it was already unfolding quite nicely. Abusing and breaking apart the littlest of the spineless weaklings who touted themselves as “good guys” would certainly get their attention if she did it right.
The cab pulled up to a recently renovated Spanish-style building that contained the apartment of one Edith Whey, also known as Hank Summer’s secretary – and last night’s dinner. Darla gracefully slid out of the cab and extended her hand to Dawn.
A flicker of confusion passed through Dawn’s eyes as she realized that where they were was not where her father lived. “Where are we?”
“I assumed that because it was so late you’d prefer to crash on my couch for the night and we can hook up with your daddy in the morning,” Darla explained, laying the charm on thick while lying through her teeth.
Dawn nodded, accepting the falsehood at face value and relaxing visibly as they walked into the apartment complex.
Once inside, with the door locked securely behind them, Darla let her polite persona slip. It was time to play the game she preferred to play, time to see just how quickly Dawn would break. “So tell me, Dawnie, have you ever been fucked before?”
“What?” Dawn asked, completely knocked off balance by the sharp curveball Darla had thrown at her.
“Don’t be shy, honey. It’s just us girls. You can tell me,” Darla said, her tone urging. “I know what it’s like being your age. I was fourteen when a boy popped my cherry.” What she didn’t mention was that she was already working as a whore then….
Dawn gulped, not sure what to say.
“I know it seems young,” Darla continued. “But I was very mature for my age and my guess is you are too.”
“I…I’ve never…,” Dawn stammered. “I’ve never even kissed anyone.”
Darla pursed her lips, letting her right hand fall onto Dawn’s shoulder. “Shame. I can see how much you want to though.”
“You can?” Dawn asked, warily.
“Of course I can,” Darla replied, a light lilt to her voice. “I’m very perceptive like that. I can also tell that you’re not as uncomfortable with this as you like to think you are. In fact, I think you want this as much as I do.”
Dawn’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment and Darla grinned, running her hand down the length of Dawn’s arm, drawing a shiver from the girl’s small frame.
“I could show you, you know. What it feels like. I can make you the woman your body is craving for you to become.” The manipulative words fell from her lips like silk, soaked into Dawn’s skin like honey, made the girl forget silly words like “no.”
Dawn chewed on her bottom lip, giving away her nerves and hinting that she wasn’t sure what the hell to do or how to proceed. “I…I don’t know what you mean. I’ve never even….”
The innocent protest only served to spur Darla on. It pleased her to know that she would be Dawn’s first. That meant this would be an experience Dawn would never be able to erase from her memory.
“Don’t think,” Darla whispered, locking eyes with the girl, willing her to not look away. “Just let me show you.”
Dawn offered the barest hint of a nod, but didn’t say anything more.
“Good girl,” Darla replied, slipping her fingers through Dawn’s and dragging her into the bedroom. “Strip for me.”
Dawn moved almost robotically as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and unbuttoned her jeans. Darla knew that the girl was only doing this because Darla had convinced her it was what she wanted, but the uncertainty was still there and that made this victory feel all that much sweeter.
Dawn stopped when she had stripped down enough to reveal a pair of purple cotton panties and matching bra, Darla closed the gap between them. Gender had never been much of an issue for Darla. After centuries of unlife, she had learned the benefits of fluid sexuality and found the same pleasure between a woman’s legs as she did sucking on a man’s cock.
Instead of dropping to her knees, however, Darla flopped onto the floral-printed comforter and the hem of her dress crept up her thighs as she parted her knees.
Dawn’s breath hitched and she looked at Darla with those adorable large blue eyes but didn’t move forward.
Darla had expected her message to be crystal clear, but given Dawn’s tentativeness, she decided the girl needed an extra signal. So she extended her hand, motioning Dawn to come up on the bed.
Come into my parlor…
***
Trapped.
That was how Dawn felt as she choked on Darla’s pungent scent; her nose slick with moisture. The feeling didn’t just come from the way Darla’s muscular thighs were digging into her cheek or the way Darla tugged at her hair. It also came from the dawning realization that none of this added up. There was no way this woman writhing on the bed could possibly be the same woman her father had hired to handle his paperwork. She was the stranger that mom had always warned her about. The one that would roll down her car window and offer chocolates if you went for a ride with her. Dawn shivered slightly, feeling used and dirty.
That was when Darla released her as soon as Dawn lifted her head, she could feel cold, dark eyes boring into hers.
“You bore me.”
“Excuse me?” Dawn asked her voice barely above a whisper.
Darla rolled her eyes. “Do I really need to spell it out for you? You. Bore. Me.”
“Do you want me to….” Dawn asked, lowering her head slightly to indicate that she would try again.
“You’ve done enough,” Darla hissed, irritation glinting in her eyes. “Now leave before I decide I want to eat you.”
Something about the way she said it made Dawn realize that Darla wasn’t talking about quid pro quo. She was talking about actually eating her, which meant that Darla was a vam….
Before she could finish the thought, a memory fluttered across her brain like a butterfly who’d just escaped its gilded cage.
“I know you,” Dawn said. “I met you once. You…you came to the house. You hurt my mother. It wasn’t a barbecue fork like they said. It was you.”
Darla smirked, licking her lips. It was about damn time Dawn remembered. “And you were going to be my dessert until that stupid sister of yours showed up to spoil my fun.”
“So is this your idea of…” Dawn started, knowing she was dangerously close to crossing the line that would get her killed.
“Getting back at your sister? Damn right it is.” Darla looked positively smug as she tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “Though I was hoping you’d be a bit more feisty given that Dru had been talking about you endlessly for the last few days. Screaming stars and glowing green girls. Complete and utter nonsense, if you ask me. You look perfectly normal to me.”
“So why aren’t you…?”
“Killing you where you stand?” Darla asked, arching an eyebrow. “Because apparently…you’re special. You’re gonna make the heavens split open or something and I’ve always loved a good apocalypse.”
A thousand questions exploded in Dawn’s mind, but she opted to not ask a single one of them. Especially since Darla seemed to be giving her a free pass to skedaddle and that’s exactly what she did.
Dawn skittered off the mattress and grabbed her clothes off the floor. Hoping that Darla would give her at least a fifteen second head start before she changed her mind, Dawn unlocked the apartment door and sprinted down the sidewalk as fast as her legs could carry her.
She didn’t care where she went now. Didn’t care if she ended up at Dad’s or at Angel’s. All she knew was that she wanted to go somewhere and forget that this night ever happened…except for that part where she was going to be the cause of the world ending. That one…Buffy was going to have to answer.
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on 2010-09-24 09:58 pm (UTC)Am I bad for wanting Darla to rough Dawn up a bit? ;-)
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on 2010-09-24 10:03 pm (UTC)Thanks darling.
And I don't think you're bad at all.