-1Xander ran forward into the trees, trying to get the gang of humans away from Spike. Spike was chipped, so he was as dangerous as a neutered cat. Hey, it wasn't like Xander liked the guy, but even he saw that it was unfair that Spike could defend himself. Xander figured he could probably take them, one by one. Hey, being a Scooby had some advantages. He could now fend for himself in a fight.
As he dashed in between the trees of the local park, Xander sensed that the men were still behind him. "Shit, I have to get rid of these guys." He spotted a long branch and picked it up, waiting for the gang to catch up. When they finally did, they saw Xander jus standing there, holding a branch like a club. One of the guys laughed and said, "You think you can take all five of us with that twig?" This caused the other guys to start laughing too. Xander took his chance and took three steps towards the closest guy. He swept his branch at his head and the man fell to the ground, unconcious. "Now there's only four of you scumbags."
Xander limped back to where he had left Spike. He saw Spike laying on the ground, and when he had reached him he saw that Spike was in pretty bad shape. "You'd think with your healing powers you wouldn't look so much like shit," he tried to joke. Spike glared at him and tried to speak, but he was too tired. Xander asked, "Can you walk on your own?"
"Mate, I can't even sit up right now," Spike managed to whisper, "I lost a hell of a lot of blood."
Xander swore. He couldn't get Spike back to safety by himself, he too was beat up. He looked down and noticed that his clothes were bloody. Damnit, what do I do? He couldn't call Buffy, she was on vacation with Dawn. Giles was back in England, and Willow was unreachable.
"Listen, deadboy. I'm going to do something that I really don't want to do. I have to do it, though, because this town needs you to control the vampires from running rampant until Buffy gets back."
Spike arched his eyebrow, not understanding.
Xander groaned. He really didn't want to do this, but he saw no other way. He sat down besides Spike. "Open your mouth." Spike saw the look in Xander's eyes and knew better than to question, especially since he was in no shape to defend himself from a beating. He did he was told.
Xander took his Swiss Army Knife from his pocket and opened the razor. He cut his forearm right below the elbow. Blood started to drip from the cut. He lifted his arm and rested the cut on Spike's mouth, letting the blood flow freely.
Spike's wounds finally stopped bleeding. Suddenly, he was grasping Xander's arm and sucking the cut. Xander didn't notice that Spike had his gameface on. Xander pushed Spike back away from him, feeling horribly weak. "What the hell Spike? Were you trying to kill me?"
Spike changed into his human face and stood up, the blood rejuvinating him. "Sorry mate, but it's been a while since I've had blood from the source." He helped Xander up. "We've got to get a move on, 'fore the sun comes up." They headed back to Xander's house, where Spike was staying for the time being until he could find a habitable crypt. Spike didn't really mind living with Xander. Well, he did mind it when he used to be tied up in the char, but Xander had gotten past that. Now, they actually did things together like watch movies. Spike figured it was just because Xander wanted a male friend for once. Spike spent time with Xander only because it was the only thing to do. Or so, that's how it started.
Spike looked over to Xander and swore. "Alright, mate. I'm no good at this. So, I'm just going to flat out say it. And if you ever bring it up again, I may just kill you and deal with the pain. So...thanks."
