Falling: Part seven

...Spike stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking from the still-open back door to the direction Tara had run. “Well fuck,” he said. *** Giles awoke to an incessant banging. Knock, knock, knockknockknock KICK. “Coming! Coming!” He blearily felt along the wall for the light switch and pulled the door open against the chain-lock. The sight of Dawn on his doorstep at two in the morning was enough...