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The Demon's Way	By : Ryoko21 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� I awoke
with the certain knowledge that someone was standing over my bed, watching me.
Before I opened my eyes, I realized it was Xander.

�� It�s a
strange feeling, to be so terrified of something that looks so pathetic. I
could see his hands and knew without a doubt that they could reach out and tear
me in two, but watching tiny tremors run through them still made me want to
reach out to hold them. I could see his body swaying slowly back and forth and
knew the power within that frame could be upon me in an instant, ripping me to
shreds. Still, watching him rock his shivering form made me want to hold him
until the shaking stopped. And I could hear him panting, and I knew how quickly
those pants could turn to growls, but I wanted to call out to him nonetheless.
It felt like I was being stretched too far in different directions, while one
part of me wanted to go to him and the other wanted to run far away.

He took the choice from me,
thankfully, or we probably would have stayed like that all night while my mind
tried to decide whether to comfort or run.

�Oz�� he whispered brokenly, seeing
that I was awake, and I dared for the first time to look at his face. I
shouldn�t have, because his face was awash with tears and suddenly even the
part of me that was trying to run away wanted to comfort him, but I was too
afraid.

�God, Oz, I�m so sorry! I can�t� I
wasn�t�. I�m so sorry!� he sobbed, his knees giving out as he collapsed beside
my bed. I flinched at his sudden motion and he must have noticed even through
his anguish, because he moaned and buried his face in his arms and my
comforter. His shoulders shook too violently for me to dare to touch him, but
his sobs were so strong that I worried he�d hurt himself. I couldn�t find the
courage to comfort him, and looked around desperately for someone to intercede.

As though I�d called for him, I saw
Spike sauntering through the doorway, and felt a momentary thrill of terror at
the thought that he might blame me for Xander�s state. The fear was washed away
in a moment by annoyance, however, when I realized that he was the one who was
supposed to keep Xander away from me. He had said I�d be safe here� although
technically I guess he hadn�t lied, because the sobbing boy at my bedside
didn�t seem likely to hurt anything.

�Come on, pet,� Spike soothed,
gently pulling Xander to his feet and toward the door. �Let�s get you back to
bed.�

�No!� Xander gasped suddenly,
pulling away from Spike and turning toward me. �I need him to understand�
Please! I can�t� He�ll leave! He�ll leave, Spike, and then you�ll leave and
then� and then�� Xander said, but dissolved back into hysterical sobbing before
he could finish. Spike pulled him back into his arms, and Xander went willingly
this time, crying desperately into Spike�s chest. Spike bore it all with
resignation that spoke of experience and a patience that I hadn�t thought was
in the British vampire. He softly stroked Xander�s hair and rubbed the boy�s
back until the sobs finally quieted into something less frantic.

�Go back to bed, love,� Spike
ordered softly when Xander was quiet enough to hear it. �You�ll be calmer in
the morning, and you�re scaring the puppy,� he said. Xander cast a glance in my
direction and must have seen the startled, anxious expression on my face,
because he seemed shrink in on himself and gave a depressed nod before slowly
leaving the room.

�� I�ll make
sure he stays in bed this time, wolfling,� Spike assured me. �Go back to
sleep,� he said commandingly as he turned toward the door, and I had to wonder
if he really had put a thrall on me as the darkness descended and I was once
again asleep.

�� The
overwhelming sense of dread was absent the next time I awoke, but I was still
aware that there was someone in the room with me. I opened my eyes and looked
around, but didn�t immediately notice anyone. I sat up slowly, my head still
foggy from sleep, and heard movement in the corner. I looked, only to find
Spike sprawled across an armchair. He had one leg curled beneath him, with a
thick book perched on the knee, while the other leg was thrown over the arm of
the chair. His left hand was slowly turning a page of the text, while his right
was support his head. He seemed absorbed in his reading, and I took a minute
just to watch him. It seemed strange to see him so still and calm. His face,
which was usually a mask of constantly changing emotions, was now still in
concentration. His marble skin made his face look statuesque, but his eyes held
far too much life, even as absorbed as he was in his reading, to ever belong to
something inanimate. It was hard enough to believe they belonged to something
dead.

�� He turned
another page, glancing up in a casual gesture, and his eyes met mine.

�� Mornin�
there pup. I was wonderin� when you�d come join the land of the semi-living.�

�� Feels more
like dawn of the dead,� I said, rubbing a hand over my face.

�� Nothin� a
little drink won�t cure,� Spike said, snapping his book closed and picking up a
bottle of whiskey from the floor.

�� Nice to
see that being a vampire doesn�t dampen your taste for other vices.�

�� Vices make
death worth living,� Spike replied, tossing me the bottle. ��Sides, I need to
be at least a little drunk to tell you this story.�

�� Story? I
thought that was for bedtime?� I asked, taking a swig of the bitter liquid.

�� What are
you talkin� about? This is my bedtime,� Spike teased as I tossed the bottle
back to him and he took a deep drink.

�� So� have
you been watching me all night? Because that�s kind of creepy.�

�� After
everything we�ve done to you lately? I would think creepy would be the last of
your worries.�

�� That�s
true. I think you�re supposed to start at creepy and work your way up to raping
me.�

�� So maybe
we�re working our way from bad boyfriends back to good?�

�� Or maybe
you�ve decided to start the cycle all over again,� I said, then decided it
might be best to get on a different topic. �So what kind of story are you
telling me? Fairytale? Romance?�

�� Porno?�

�� I don�t
really think that�s a genre of story that comes in the oral variety. No jokes.�

�� That was a
joke in itself,� Spike teased, then got serious. �I thought you might want to
know about how I managed to find Xander. Now, granted, I wasn�t around when
everything really went to hell in Sunnydale, but I can tell you what I know, if
you�re interested.�

�� Of course
I�m interested.�

�� Well then,
shove over, mate,� Spike said, coming over to the bed. I tried to hide a tremor
as I moved, but Spike noticed and rolled his eyes. �I�m not gonna do nothin�,�
Spike assured, �but I�m not sitting in the soddin� chair while I tell this.
It�s gonna take a bit, I can assure you of that.�

�� It�s only
been a couple of years.�

�� A lot can
happen in a couple of years, pet. Takes livin� a couple of lifetimes to realize
just how quickly time moves. Maybe if you�re really lucky, you�ll get to find
out.�

�� Or if
someone gets hungry?�

�� Call it
fate.�

�� Call it
lunch.�

�� Anyway,�
Spike said, �You sure you wanna hear this? I mean, it gets a bit heavy in some
places.�

�� That�s
alright, I think I need to hear this. I need to know what happened to Xander.
I� I want to know what happened. I want to help.�

�� Let me
gather my thoughts then, and I�ll give you the strangest bedtime story you�ve
ever had.�
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