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The Harsh Light of Day

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Chapter 6

It was Saturday. It was dark out. Spike had woken up way before sunset. He looked around for the warm body he knew would not be there. Today was the day Xander was with Angel. He was still slightly miffed. He hadn't checked the clock yet, but Xander should be home soon if not already. He had promised he would be home by the time spoke woke up, and if not by nine o'clock at that latest. It couldn't have been too long after sunset. He got up and looked at the clock on the dresser on the other end of their bedroom. 11:00 pm. Shit! He had slept away the whole. And Xander still wasn't home. The week had been fine. He and Xander had kept to themselves without much interruption; save a few telemarketers that were automatically put on Spike's "to kill" list. Xander had to literally drag himself out Spike's grip in order to go out with Angel tonight. Angel. There was another thought. He didn't have the chance to even think of Angel in the midst of his Xander-thon. There was something up with that vamp. Just uneasy. He hadn't made any advances during the week after the bar incident. Although they hadn't left on great terms then had they. And it was very unlike his Peaches to stay out late with anyone un-notified. Something didn't feel right.

Spike sat down and turned on the television. He couldn't shake the bad feeling he had. He got up to get a bag of blood. It wasn't till then he thought to check the message that hand been posted on the door.

Spike immediately tensed, almost as if he knew what was written before he read it.

Spike-

Since you're awake I bet you just noticed that something was missing. Too bad about Xander though. He's okay. He's having loads of fun.

Don't know how long it will last though. He's a funny little guy. Smart too. He caught on quick. Struggled like a puppy caught in wire. There's an idea. He can be my puppy. Too bad though. Eventually he will stop amusing me. Don't know what I will do then.

And I'm sure you don't want to find out. We're in L.A. come on over if you have the time.

Angel~

P.S. Prepare to pay up.

Spike silently crumpled the note in his hands. He did so hard that the paper actually disintegrated, and that is hard for paper. He flashed into game face and out just as quickly, trying to get a grip on his rage. He got a hold of himself and sorted this out.

[[Okay Spike. Get a grip. Get your facts straight. Okay… okay then. Angel took off. He took of with Xander.

To L.A.

 Where I am supposed to go and rescue him.

I'm not going to tell the group.

Should I?

 No. Too much turmoil. Those gits will just ruin everything.

But what will they be ruining.

Okay gotta come up with a plan.

Get in the car. Drive to L.A. beat the bloody hell outta Peaches, and then bring Xander home. I won't be paying nothin'. ]] He had his thoughts collected. Now all he had to do was get in the car. It had all jus started to settle. His Xander had been taken from him. To a place where he had no clue what was going on.

He shot out of the house and into the car. It revved to life. He was plagued by his thoughts. His rage. But was that all. He could feel more, deep beneath the rage hiding until he calmed down. He had to try with all his might to stay pissed off. If he didn't all those other emotions would flood through his brain and send him into a lapse of some sort. It was love, rage, impatience, curiosity, and above all fear. Put them all together and you have one lethal weapon. He drove for some time with the same things flying through his head over and over. The same things. As he pulled up in front of the large hotel he let one more thing cross his mind, before putting out his cigarette. [[What the hell kind of idiot does Angel think he is? Superman? This was Xander, and a pissed off me. He is so in deep shit.]]

Will Angel get his ass beat?

Is Xander really having fun?

What did Angel mean by puppy?

Why do you think such a climactic thing is happening so soon? The story can't be that short.

Right?

Note: I have a new system people. I think it will help me and others who are stuck. I will post questions at the end of the chapters. Not all of them, just the major ones. It will be just a few questions. It will give you guys the power to determine what you want to happen. I will collect what people want and think and majority will play a part in what happens.

Don't get mad at me if you don't get what you want. All of my stories are predetermined. I don't type it till I have the whole story line down. You can't shift it in a big way, but small details can be put in. let me know what you think of this plan. Is it good bad, or just send me your thoughts.