Pairing: Spike/Xander eventually
Rating: PG for now
Feedback: Yes, please
Concrit: any and all welcome
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will. Just playing with them for awhile.
Warnings/Squicks: Begins as Season 1 fic. No Spike for the first couple of chapters
Spoilers: Spoilers for Welcome to Hellmouth/The Harvest. AU from there, but references to any episode possible.
Summary: Xander doesn't deal well with Jesse's death and everything changes from there.
Notes: Based on the plot bunny posted a couple of weeks ago on bloodclaim by </a></b></a>wickedchocolate. I took the basic premise of the bunny, but Xander took me in a different direction.
The first 4 parts are done and will be posted every day or 2, then hopefully weekly thereafter.
I've written some other stuff, but this is the first time I've posted anything in public. Any and all comments are greatly appreciated.
Nothing the Same
He’d finished filling in the small hole and was carefully folding the sod back over it when he was interrupted.
“Isn’t that sweet?” The unwelcome voice dripped with sarcasm. “Maybe I can help you with your little problem.”
Xander stood up quickly and turned to face the speaker, wiping his hands on the back of his jeans and surreptitiously checking that the stake and cross he carried everywhere with him now hadn’t dropped out. Except for the fangs, yellow eyes and bumpy forehead, the vampire who’d spoken looked like one of the frat boys who sometimes hung out at the Bronze - a little older and better dressed than the high school crowd. Perfect.
“So, what’s it like to be a vampire?” Xander asked sincerely, casually edging towards the shovel he’d left resting against the bench. Just in case.
Astonishment looked weird on a vampire’s face. “What’s it like?”
“Yeah. You know, what do you do when you’re not actually killing people? I mean, do you hang out with other vampires, watch movies, or do you do demon-y things that humans don’t know about?
“This isn’t a date, moron. We don’t do small talk before I eat you.”
Xander rolled his eyes. “Please, do I look like I dressed for a date? Believe me, you are so not my type. I just want to know what vampires are like. So,” he gestured hopefully, “anything you feel like sharing is good.”
“What are you - some kind of freaky Oprah fan?”
“Nah, hate daytime talk shows. Give me a good sci-fi show or something with explosions any day.”
“Well, explosions yeah, but not that geeky sci-fi crap. Oh, god, you’re a Trekkie, aren’t you? I should eat you just for that.”
“Not me, Aliens and Babylon 5 are more my thing. So, you watch tv a lot?” Xander brought the conversation back to the subject.
“Well,” the vampire said defensively, “sometimes. The days get long cooped up inside, waiting for sunset.”
“I can imagine,” he nodded sympathetically. “So, do you have friends among the other vampires?”
“And again with the encounter group. You know, I’ve changed my mind. You are too weird to eat. I’m gonna find someone who’ll scream and try to run like a proper meal. I don’t like a lot of talking while I feed.”
Xander watched in disbelief as the vampire moved off, shaking his head and muttering about how weird humans were getting these days. “Hey!” he yelled at the retreating back, feeling somewhat insulted. He sighed and leaned down to pick up his shovel, “I don’t want to hear it,” he muttered to the small grave. “You sure were willing to talk about what it’s like - ‘worms in the earth’, man? Way to sell people on how good it is.”
He hesitated, almost as if he thought there’d be an answer, then shook his head sharply, dispelling the wistful idea. “See you, man,” he said quietly, and winced at the silence that was the only response. “Later, dude,” he whispered Jesse’s signature farewell to himself and walked away.