“What would your type be then?” She tried not to let her amusement show as she asked. Mostly because she didn’t want Dawn thinking it was at her expense.
“Hmm… I don’t know! I think I’d kinda have to see someone who is to tell you.”
“I had heard that was mere rumor.” She replied, lips pursed, eyes hard. Vexed as she was, she had to admit the idea of the hooligan unable to cause chaos, neutered like the animal he was seemed if nothing else amusing. It was nice to know there were vampires more pathetic than her out there.
“And what would she do, prey tell?” She tilted her head with a challenging expression. “Kill me? I’m human, remember. And as much as it pains to me to say- which, trust me, it does- I pose no threat. I don’t see how letting me remain here is any different to Spike.”
“Humans can stillhurt other humans, y’know.”
Unlike Spike, Darla could still cause trouble, even as a human. And while Dawn highly doubted that her sister would kill a human no matter who they were, she knew Buffy would have no qualms with kicking her out of town.
“She might not kill you, but that doesn’t mean she’ll let you stay.”
“Fine.” She admitted through gritted teeth. “I might not be a vampire, but that won’t be for long should all go to plan. I just need to find someone to sire me. And what better place than the Hellmouth to find volunteers?"
She rolled her eyes; “I don’t want your help. As a matter of fact, I was looking for William. Someone who tried to kill all of you as well, if memory serves me correctly.”
“William…? Oh! You mean Spike? Well, y’see, he’s kinda got a chip in his head now. He couldn’t help you if he wanted to– - not without tons of pain, anyways.”
Now that their roles are reversed, Dawn can’t help but feel a bit smug. It’s nice to have the advantage for once, even if that’s only because one of her sister’s old enemies was mysteriously reverted to human form. But oh well– - you take what you can get, right?
“So, yeah. You might wanna leave before my sister– - TheSlayer– - finds out you’re here, because I think she could get to you a l o t faster than any other vampires you know that haven’t beendusted yet.”
A second later a second plague of coughing struck her, and this time she had to reach for a throat sweet in her bag.
“That’s not even possible.”
Yes, impossible. Like a four hundred year old animated corpse and a mystic ball of energy holding conversation or even existing.
“After everything I’ve seen Buffy fight, I don’t think an ex-vampire is that impossible."
Now that she was almost completely sure that she was out of immediate danger, this whole scenario was pretty hilarious. Who would have thought that Dawn would have ended up with a harmless, human version of Darla, of all people?
Or vampires. Whatever.
"Why did you come back here, anyways? It’s not like Buffy or anyone else is gonna want to h e l p you after you tried to kill all of us.”
