Title: The Prisons We Make
Chapter: 11 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!
Previous chapters here
Once more, I'll post two chapters today. And my offer from yesterday still stands: I'm willing to bribe someone to do a manip of Angel in a toga from chapter 10! :-)
( When did it officially become night?... )