AN: I swear, my muse has ADHD or something. xD She's jumping from idea to idea like a jackrabbit on crack. Anyway, this is my first Spander fic. It was gonna be a one-shot, but then I was like this might make a good multi-chapter fic. So yeah. I think it might be set during season 7? Not sure if I wanna play with soul boy Spike…Maybe not. It that's the case, then this would be AU-ish.
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Spike pressed his fingertips against Xander's neck. He felt a pulse, but it was weak and uneven. Without hesitation, Spike sliced his palm and let some of his blood fall into the boy's mouth.
"Please, don't let it be too late," he said quietly as he picked Xander up and carried him into his crypt.
The hours passed as Spike paced and Xander lay still on the makeshift bed. The morning sun was approaching and Xander would wake soon. Hopefully. If not . . .
"I'll kill him," the vampire told the silent Xander. "I'll find him and bloody kill him for you. You have to wake up, Xander."
Xander bolted upright with a gasp, startling the blonde. He touched his face, feeling the ridges there, before turning on Spike.
"You turned me into a vampire!"
Spike took an involuntary step back. "You were dying, Xander."
"I am dead, Spike! I'm a freakin' vampire!"
"Xander—"
"No," he snapped, jumping off and backing away. "How could you do this to me?"
"I told you!"
"I'm still dead, Spike!"
Spike closed his eyes, trying to find a way to tell him, but he couldn't with Xander looking at him like that. "I couldn't lose you."
"You never had me."
He laughed humorlessly. "I know, pet."
Xander's features smoothed as his anger disappeared and the pieces fell into place. "No . . . ."
Spike looked at him, meeting his gaze with a cold smirk and a tortured expression in his eyes. "Now you finally get it."
Xander flailed, trying to untangle himself from the covers as his alarm clock jerked him from the dream world. After his heart rate slowed down and he was no longer trapped, he replayed the images in his head.
Spike had turned him into a vampire because he loved him. Xander shook his head. It was just a dream. Nothing more. Besides, he didn't love the vampire. Spike was a guy, and Xander was a guy, and that just didn't work for him.
"Then explain why you weren't angry or even grossed out when you figured it out," he muttered to himself as he got out of bed and walked towards the window of his apartment. He watched the morning sun rise for a little while, trying to answer his own question.
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AN: So how'd I do?