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Previously on Primal Evil - One of my earliest memories I remembered was when I was about five. I remembered the sound of the belt snapping, cutting through the air like a gun shot being fired, and the searing pain that followed once the leather hit my skin. I could smell the strong stench of alchol on my dad's breath as he picked my aching head up off the ground. I cried out in pain as his hands wrapped around my hair and he yanked me up hard. "Answer me when I'm talking to you boy!" he roared angrily. "No! dad! stop!" I screamed, my voice croaking out horsley. "No-not again! St-stop, please!"

Buffy dosn't need me. She's the slayer, plus she's got Willow the super-witch, to back her up. She dosn't need someone like me draging her down.

I let out a gasp of fright as suddenly, the hyena leapt up into the air, and the next thing I felt was a tremoundous amount of agony hitting my right shoulder. I felt the hyena's sharp teeth clamp down on my shoulder. Agonizing waves of pain shot into me, as I felt something snap so loud it sounded like a gunshot.

I fell to the ground as waves of agony flowed through me, and as I looked at the hyena now, I realized it was gone. Where did it go? I wondered. Searing pain burned through my shoulder so hot that it felt like it was on fire. So this is how it ends now? I thought weakly. I'm gonna die. Die alone, and a virgin. oh god someone help me! If I'm thinking of naked girls again, someone please slap me and put me out my misery. I felt a slap to my head, and looked up weakly to see Spike standing over me. Oh shit." I found myself muttering weakly. "Not bleach boy." I felt Spike pick me up over his shoulder, and as he did so, I saw nothing but darkness as I passed out.

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Chapter 2 - Ghoul Trouble

{Xander's POV}

My vison was blurry and my head ached as I tried to open my eyes. Waves of pain shot through my right shoulder as I tried to move it and my eyes snapped open fully in fear now, realising I was lying down in a bed. A wave of panic began to fill up within me. Whatever the hell had just happened to me obviously was not a dream.

I shook my head slightly as I tried to shake away the images of seeing the strange hyena with glowing green eyes as flashbacks filled my mind. It was around the time I had been posessed by an evil hyena spirit, and although I had initially told Buffy and Willow that I didn't remember the things that had happened to me while I was possesed, however, the truth was that I did. I remembered every exrecuatingly painful detail of the crimes I had committed against my friends, and how much of a jerk I had been. Not to mention all the horrible nasty things I said and almost did to Buffy. I mean sure I may have had a slight crush on her before meeting Anya, but that didn't mean that I wanted to hurt Buffy did it? Was that some hidden part of me that I had somehow learned from my father? Images of my father hurting my mother flodded into my mind and I closed my eyes willing them to go away as I turned back to the images of the hyena from the night before.

As the images of the hyena continued to flash in my mind, it was then suddenly followed by the memory of the pig Herbert that I had devored along with some of the other students from school who had also been possessed as well, and almost immediatly, the taste of the pig's uncooked flesh filled up inside my mouth as though I was somehow releaving it. "Ugh!" I groaned as a wave of nausia filled up inside me.

"That's it, I am so becoming a vegetarian." I grumbled sickly as I slowly sat up with as much strength as my body would allow and leaned over the bed and as my stomach churned from the nausia, I coudn't help but lose it all over the side of the bed.

"What the hell is happening to me?" I groaned as a fresh stab of pain flowed from my shoulder down my entire body. Just then I heard the sound of what appeared to be a door opening, and the sound of footsteps entering.

"Well, looks like your finally awake." Recognizing the sound of the voice now speaking to me as Spike, I know knew that this definitely was not a dream, but a freaking nightmare!

"What the hell is going on?" I asked as Spike reached out a hand toward my chest to hold me back.

"Lay down bloody wanker." He said in a serious tone as I was forced gently back down and felt my head rest against the pillows of the bed.

"Why the hell did you save me?" I asked trying to sit up again as Spike gave me a glaring look from his eyes.

"Stay down Harris. all your going to do is hurt yourself more then you already are." He repeated as his eyes flashed in annoyance. "I saved you because that thing that bit you was no ordianry being." Spike continued as he then walked over toward a nearby cabinet and reached for a bottle of beer that was on the top of it.

"What do you mean?" I asked with a wince of pain from my shoulder as I watched Spike take a swig from the bottle. "It was just an ordianry hyena wasn't it?" Spike turned and looked at me as though I was crazy.

"What? You didn't see it?" I asked blinking my eyes in confusion. "I was bit by a hyena with glowing green eyes, and your telling me you didn't see it?" Spike walked over toward me and immediatly I flinched in fear as he made a grab for my injured arm.

"Relax alredy would you? If I wanted to bite you and turn you, don't you think I already would have by now?"

"But you do realise that if you do try anything that Buffy will put a stake through your chest right?" I asked with a small grin which then soon faded once I realised I mentioned Buffy and now I began to feel myself starting to panic.

"Shit! I was supposed to meet Buffy and Willow for patrol last night. Great, now their going to be pissed at me." I groaned.

"Don't worry, their fine, I helped them out last night." Spike said as he grabbed ahold of my arm to examine it, and the moment he did so, I immediatly held back a scream of pain.

"Relax would you? I'm not going to bloody freaking hurt you." Spike groaned as I watched him roll his eyes in annoyance.

"Just as I thought." I heard Spike muttering now and realised that whatever it was he was talking about wasn't a good thing. "What? what is it?" I asked starting to panic again. "I'm not going to die am I?"

"It's a possibility." Spike replied. "Course don't know many people that can actually survive a bite from a bloody ghoul though either."

"A what?" I stammered in complete disbelief. Spike sighed and reached for the bottle of beer again before plopping himself down in the red leather chair beside the bed.

"A ghoul is a monster or evil spirit in Arabic mythology." He explained. "It's a being that is often associated with graveyards and enjoys consuming human flesh." A wave of nausia washed over me again as I tried to hold myself back from throwing up as more flashbacks filled up inside my mind. "A ghoul is also a desert-dwelling, shapeshifting, demon that can assume the diguise of an animal, especially a hyena." Spike continued.

"Great, well that explains a lot." I groaned. "So does this mean I'm going to become a blood sucking monster now?"

I saw a glaring gaze in Spike's cold blue eyes again and instantly fell silent. "A ghoul doesn't just feed on blood Harris." He replied.

"According to arabic folklore, the Ghoul feeds on blood, and eats the dead, then takes on the form of the person they have most recently eaten. They are beings which are largely misrepresented to describe anything from vampires, zombies or other mythical creatures, a ghoul has habits and behaviour which can make it far more distinct. Despite this, even today it is used as a general phrase to describe someone or something who displays a macabre love of death or torture, especially any frowned-upon activities taking place in graveyards."

"Oh great." I groaned. "So in other words I am going to turn into a blood sucking monster. This is just great. What else could go wrong?"

"well there's always the possibility that you could still die from this." Spike chimed in.

"Not helping Spike." I groaned in annoyance.

I let out a heavy sigh and laid my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes for a brief moment before opening them again with only one thought crossing into my mind. "You never answered my question before."

"What question?" Spike asked taking another swig from the bottle of beer in his hand.

"Why did you save me?" I asked in a mixture of both slight fear with curiousity as I saw Spike slowly roll his eyes in annoyance. "I already told you. I saved you becasue that thing more then liekly would've killed you. Now quiet down and get some rest. You can go back to your friends after you've rested up."

I ignored Spike and slowly winced in pain as I tried to move my shoulder while trying to sit up more in the bed. I saw Spike's eyes draw toward me and I instantly stopped as I saw the flash of annoying anger in his blue eyes. "You're trying my patience Harris, now lay back down." He ordered anger rising ever so slightly in his tone.

"You sure that's the only reason why?" I asked completly ignoring him while slowly trying to pull myself up to a sitting posistion.

"The only reason what?" Spike asked rolling his eyes in irritation.

"You sure that thing killing me was the only reason you saved me?" I asked.

"Why would you assume that for?" Spike asked setting the bottle of beer down on a nerby table and making his way toward me.

"No reason," I replied trying to keep the hint of fear out of my voice as Spike drew closer toward me.

"Just was curious. Thought maybe you saving me would show Buffy that your not such a bad guy after all."

I saw the look in Spike's eyes shift slightly and I could tell I was aggitating him and that if I kept at it, maybe there was a chance he would that he would bite me, and the thought of that happening sent a shiver of fear down my spine.

I saw the look in Spike's eyes fade away as he receeded back to normal and I began to sink down in the bed letting my head once again fall against the soft pillows as a wave of dizziness began to consume me.

I could feel my eyelids growing heavy as I began to drift off to sleep but my dreams were anything but unpleasent and began to grow worse by the second.

First it was full of nothing but gravesights and gravestones with the names of all my friends etched onto them, followed by rivers of blood as the images shifted to now seeing all their bodies lying all around me in nothing but a sea of carnage. As I looked around at at the horror that was around me the last thing I heard was a high pitched hyena like laughter followed by a pair of glowing emerald green eyes.

I snapped myself awake breathing so hard that I was panting and my body was shaking as I was covered in sweat, as I kept hearing the high pitched laughter echoing all around me growing louder and louder. I covered my hands over my ears hoping to silence the laughter but it wasn't working as waves of pain now began to flow throughout my entire body. First from my right shoulder then all the way down to my toes. The pain was so intense that I couldn't help myself from screaming out in agony until I felt a pair of hands grabbed me and started shaking me but I couldn't register what was happening only the violent waves of pain that were flooding through me like angry ocean waves crashing against the shoreline. the next thing I felt was a painful pinch in my neck as nothing but a blanket of darkness engulfed me as I passed out.

TOO BE CONTINUED...Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and will continue to keep reading as this story gets updated more frequently. I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can.