Dawn of the Dead: And Time Is Beginning To Crawl
by Beer Good
Willow had just completed the spell when they heard Dawn scream. Everyone ran downstairs – Angel slightly bow-legged – and entered the lobby just as Dawn dropped the crossbow with a clatter. Wesley gasped in shock.

Dawn looked at the boy who had never done her any harm, or even annoyed her... and had been a lot cuter without an arrow through his eye. Her soul was firing on all cylinders, pumping out shiny new farm-fresh guilt by the gallon; she wigged. With a whimper, Dawn turned away and ran outside, not noticing Buffy yelling her name – or the extra-non-vampire-friendly LA sunshine.

A/N: My, this turned dark all of a sudden. Or, you know, sunny. But TBC...


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