Title: The Prisons We Make
Chapter: 3 of 18
Disclaimer: I'm not Joss
Warnings: angst, slash, violence, slavery, dub-con
Summary: It's over a decade since Sunnydale collapsed, and Xander is doing time. A fellow prisoner mentions a vampire he once saw displayed at a tourist trap. Freedom doesn't come easy.
AN: This fic is complete and I'll post a chapter a day. Enormous thanks to beta hello_spikey and her very helpful comments! And also enormous thanks to sentine , who has provided three amazing banners! I couldn't possibly pick just one, so I'll be rotating them. As always, your comments are what keep my muse alive!
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( The man sitting behind the counter at the liquor store had skin as brown and wrinkled as beef jerky, and long iron-colored hair held in a pony tail, and yellowed brown eyes.... )