Pack and Something More
Word Count: 263
calikocat/LemonKitty

Author's Notes: Umm…wow. First attempt at Buffy fiction. xx; Don't hesitate to tell me I suck. Okay, here we go. This is gonna be Spander (Spike/Xander) with some strangeness thrown in. 'Cause hey, Buffy-land, the place of strangeness. It's roughly season 4, no Anya in sight, Xander is living in the basement, Spike is chipped and more or less bunking with him; his crypt isn't safe because of the Initiative. Also I've got a slight crossover with Wolf's Rain going on here, no characters from the anime just the whole Wolves taking on human form thing. :blinks: And Xander's Mom plays a huge part in this fic, so she's gonna get lots of time in the spot light…it's as much about her as it is the boys…I think that's it. :hides in closet:

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::Prologue::

Heat, rubble, smoke. It surrounded him, crushed him as he left a trail of blood to mark their passage through the remains of the building. He knew it was his and not the girl's, thank god. She was strong, she'd live on…his time however was almost up. Even now he could feel death's cold skeletal finger's snatching at his soul, willing his life's blood to flow from his body.

Hurry, he had to hurry, had to get her out, away from this hell pit that buried them. His hands were raw, bloody, the flesh torn to the bone in some places. But he couldn't stop; stopping was not at option at this point, not that it had ever been. He had to dig, had to move the rubble, he had to save her. She had to live…he wouldn't let death take him till she was out from under the destroyed building.

His thoughts were desperate, scattered with urgency and smothered with betrayal. Why? Why did the council…what gave them the right to do this? Were they not faithful to the cause? Who cared if they saw the world as it was; shades of gray instead of the black and white the council preached. Bunch of Bastards. If he were a gypsy he'd curse them, turn them all into harmless fluffy bunnies. Then he'd go hunting, he'd always had a taste for rabbit.

So tired, so much rubble. For gods sake how much C4 had the assholes used? There a light, though it was dim. Hang on kid; I'll get you out yet…

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