Chapter 8
"When judgement is passed on the eleventh hour you spirit must cross or be devoured, the demons and angels will cry out in vain to claim your soul but not your remains, so all of the sins and decisions you made will be put on the scale and carefully weighed, for this is the day when judgment is passed, the day of the first...and the day of the last."
Xander sat in the tiny apartment sitting on the worn out couch with his feet propped up on the counter table and a beer bottle in his hand, his eyes plastered to the TV, even if he wasn't really watching it, his mind on more pressing matters.
Closing his eyes he realized that the 20 beers was really getting to him after having nothing in his stomach from most of the day and he tried to get up, but landed on his ass, the beer spilling down his shirt.
Cursing he just sat there staring at his hands and he didn't notice for a while that the wetness on his face wasn't actually from the beer, but the tears that had surfaced and were spilling down his cheeks.
Over the years he had seen a lot, from his best friend being turned into a vampire when he was 16 and him being the one to stake him, his hero and best friend of five years jumping off a tower to her death. All in all, his life wasn't what he had hoped it to be, and sometimes he could still feel the thing poking it's finger in his eye, the blood running down his cheeks, but feeling the slayers pain as the thing raped her, tore at her skin, that had been something else.
Closing his eyes, he buried his head in his hands and started swaying back and forth, and then he felt it.
"God, now that I see you like this, all drunk.I'm actually kinda thankful that we never got married. Although the nerve racking orgasms were definitely something I'll remember. Good thoughts," Xander lifted his head and glared at the woman that stood in front of him, watching as she scrunched her nose, "my god Alexander Lavelle Harris, you truly do smell awful, I hardly think you can really appreciate the wonders of a good shower, although we did have some good moments in bath tubs, Giles was especially nice."
"Anya, what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to get up off the floor, Anya rushed over to him, plugging her nose as she grabbed his arm, "I don't need your help," he mumbled, trying to push her away.
Anya smirked and stepped away from him, ruffling her hair as she watched him try to stay on his feet, "please Xander, your pissed out of your mind and can barely even spell your own name, like you would be able to get in a shower and clean yourself up before we have to leave," she told him and grabbed his arm, wrapping it around her shoulder, scrunching her nose as she did it, " you really need to spend all that great money on body scenting things, because you have an odd smell to you that you get when you sweat a lot, you may look extremely sexy when you sweat and make me want to ride you like a pony, but you really do not smell all that good."
Xander couldn't help but smile as Anya helped him into the bathroom and didn't say a word as she started to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. She smiled in appreciation at the view of his hard stomach and built chest as she pulled his shirt over his head, then whistled when he pulled down his boxers on his own. She took a step back and fanned herself, "now, now Xander jump into that shower and sober up the way that you do, we don't have enough time for that, I'll be in the living room waiting."
She left the door closing it behind her, listening to him start the shower, then sat down on the couch, a nail file materializing in her hand as she started to file her nails patiently.
Anya grinned as Xander walked into the room dressed in tight jeans and a plaid shirt a white muscle shirt underneath, "there that is so much better, you smell and look good, but we have to go now, so pack a few things."
Xander looked at her strangely, "where are we going Anya?" he asked and she shook her head at him.
"You are oddly stupid when you get out of the shower, only thinking about one thing, even if that thing isn't all that bad, were going to Sunnydale you idiot, you should have known that already."
Xander shook his head no and backed away from her, "no Anya, I'm done with that shit..if you want to go and do whatever you have in mind go ahead, but you don't need me to do it for you," he took a few more steps away, getting ready to run away from his ex fiancé.
"There waiting for you Xander, you know that they'll need you when the time comes, so please get ready because I don't want to be in Sunnydale to long, I still have a job to do you know."
Xander stood still for a moment, memories of a great friendship as well as the destruction that was caused the last time they had been together, and he knew he would go, "alright, just give me 5 minutes to pack."
Anya shook her head yes and looked down to study her nails for a moment before looking back up again, "and Xander, don't pack to heavy, it's already gonna be a hassle carrying your weight and the weight of your erection if I happen to bump into you," she was left with a groan as Xander walked into his bedroom.
(Alright there was chapter 8, expect the next chapter to be when they all meet up again, there wont be and Spuffy yet, your gonna hafta wait a little while, but I promise that when it does come, it will be good ( Reviews please, I oh so love them)
"When judgement is passed on the eleventh hour you spirit must cross or be devoured, the demons and angels will cry out in vain to claim your soul but not your remains, so all of the sins and decisions you made will be put on the scale and carefully weighed, for this is the day when judgment is passed, the day of the first...and the day of the last."
Xander sat in the tiny apartment sitting on the worn out couch with his feet propped up on the counter table and a beer bottle in his hand, his eyes plastered to the TV, even if he wasn't really watching it, his mind on more pressing matters.
Closing his eyes he realized that the 20 beers was really getting to him after having nothing in his stomach from most of the day and he tried to get up, but landed on his ass, the beer spilling down his shirt.
Cursing he just sat there staring at his hands and he didn't notice for a while that the wetness on his face wasn't actually from the beer, but the tears that had surfaced and were spilling down his cheeks.
Over the years he had seen a lot, from his best friend being turned into a vampire when he was 16 and him being the one to stake him, his hero and best friend of five years jumping off a tower to her death. All in all, his life wasn't what he had hoped it to be, and sometimes he could still feel the thing poking it's finger in his eye, the blood running down his cheeks, but feeling the slayers pain as the thing raped her, tore at her skin, that had been something else.
Closing his eyes, he buried his head in his hands and started swaying back and forth, and then he felt it.
"God, now that I see you like this, all drunk.I'm actually kinda thankful that we never got married. Although the nerve racking orgasms were definitely something I'll remember. Good thoughts," Xander lifted his head and glared at the woman that stood in front of him, watching as she scrunched her nose, "my god Alexander Lavelle Harris, you truly do smell awful, I hardly think you can really appreciate the wonders of a good shower, although we did have some good moments in bath tubs, Giles was especially nice."
"Anya, what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to get up off the floor, Anya rushed over to him, plugging her nose as she grabbed his arm, "I don't need your help," he mumbled, trying to push her away.
Anya smirked and stepped away from him, ruffling her hair as she watched him try to stay on his feet, "please Xander, your pissed out of your mind and can barely even spell your own name, like you would be able to get in a shower and clean yourself up before we have to leave," she told him and grabbed his arm, wrapping it around her shoulder, scrunching her nose as she did it, " you really need to spend all that great money on body scenting things, because you have an odd smell to you that you get when you sweat a lot, you may look extremely sexy when you sweat and make me want to ride you like a pony, but you really do not smell all that good."
Xander couldn't help but smile as Anya helped him into the bathroom and didn't say a word as she started to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. She smiled in appreciation at the view of his hard stomach and built chest as she pulled his shirt over his head, then whistled when he pulled down his boxers on his own. She took a step back and fanned herself, "now, now Xander jump into that shower and sober up the way that you do, we don't have enough time for that, I'll be in the living room waiting."
She left the door closing it behind her, listening to him start the shower, then sat down on the couch, a nail file materializing in her hand as she started to file her nails patiently.
Anya grinned as Xander walked into the room dressed in tight jeans and a plaid shirt a white muscle shirt underneath, "there that is so much better, you smell and look good, but we have to go now, so pack a few things."
Xander looked at her strangely, "where are we going Anya?" he asked and she shook her head at him.
"You are oddly stupid when you get out of the shower, only thinking about one thing, even if that thing isn't all that bad, were going to Sunnydale you idiot, you should have known that already."
Xander shook his head no and backed away from her, "no Anya, I'm done with that shit..if you want to go and do whatever you have in mind go ahead, but you don't need me to do it for you," he took a few more steps away, getting ready to run away from his ex fiancé.
"There waiting for you Xander, you know that they'll need you when the time comes, so please get ready because I don't want to be in Sunnydale to long, I still have a job to do you know."
Xander stood still for a moment, memories of a great friendship as well as the destruction that was caused the last time they had been together, and he knew he would go, "alright, just give me 5 minutes to pack."
Anya shook her head yes and looked down to study her nails for a moment before looking back up again, "and Xander, don't pack to heavy, it's already gonna be a hassle carrying your weight and the weight of your erection if I happen to bump into you," she was left with a groan as Xander walked into his bedroom.
(Alright there was chapter 8, expect the next chapter to be when they all meet up again, there wont be and Spuffy yet, your gonna hafta wait a little while, but I promise that when it does come, it will be good ( Reviews please, I oh so love them)