Kill the Pain! (Part 13)

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Sitting in my motel room I chuckle to myself. B, oh B! Did you really think your friends would understand you? Stupid girl. Then again, what else did I expect? Everyone else has already figured it out, you are the only one who is still stumbling around in the dark.

Not too bright, B! Shame on you!

Ah, the choices a girl has to make. Now that the connection to your friends, even to your lover, is about to be severed forever, I guess I should make some plans for our future. Or make that *my* future. Where to go, what to see ...

Someone knocks on the door.

Hm, I didn't really plan on being found, but then again, I should have expected it. One of the Scoobies has been here before, after all. I open the door and the expected culprit stands outside. Xander. More surprising is the fact that he's alone.

"Come on in, handsome!" I smile at him.

He walks into the room, unease radiating from him. I wouldn't have expected him to have the guts for this. Or maybe he's just an idiot. Yeah, probably.

"I thought I might find you here," he says, looking at me.

"Great deduction, Sherlock. The better question is, what do you hope to accomplish here?"

He shakes his head.

"This can't continue. Please, just let us help you!"

I move toward him, enjoying the slight trickle of fear I can see in his eyes.

"Xander, love, you completely misunderstand the situation, you know? I'm not the one that needs your help. Buffy needed you. Unfortunately you were never there when she needed you, isn't that right?"

"Let's just stop this..."

"What about that day Angel went to Hell, Xander?" He pales. "You came and told B that Willow said to kick Angel's ass. Yet Willow performed the spell that gave Angel his soul back. Why would she do that if she wanted B to kick his ass?"

Inching back from me, his knees hit the edge of the bed and he sits down. I move forward, straddling his lap, draping my arms around his neck.

"What do you think B would do to you if she ever figured that out? I mean, granted, she is not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but sooner or later she might get it. Or someone might tell her."

"Buffy..." Xander begins.

"Buffy isn't exactly the forgiving type, you know? Look at Giles! He endangered her mom and she still isn't talking to him. You tricked her into killing her lover. You'd be a very lucky boy if never talking to you again is the worst she'll do."

He is shaking beneath me, his eyes staring into mine. I push him back fully onto the bed and move on top of him.

"Don't worry, Xander! I'm not B! I won't kill you for being a jealous idiot."

I cross my arms on his chest and rest my chin on them, my face just inches away from his. I can feel his quickening breath on my cheeks.

"Please, just let us help you," Xander whispers.

"Once again, wrong person to make the offer to. I guess you don't learn, do ya? That's okay. I have to tell you, though, I wonder what you hoped to accomplish by coming here on your own. Did you think the fact that I used you as my sex toy for one night might make me see the light when you talked to me?"

He shakes his head.

"Please stop this insanity!"

I laugh. Insanity? Well, maybe one could consider it insanity. I know you would, B! That is, if you knew what is going on here.

"There is no more stopping, Xander! It's much too late for that. B has turned her back on you and the others. Thank you, by the way. You couldn't have done a better job of helping me, all of you. Now it's over. B will never trust any of you again. I'm the only one she has left. And soon I will be the only one left period."

I rise to a sitting position, looking down at him.

"I guess you deserve a reward for being such a good little helper. Maybe a final fuck? I know you always dreamed of this, Xander. Want one more for the road?"

"Please...," he begins.

My hands close around his neck, cutting off his words. He starts to struggle against me, but he is nowhere near strong enough.

"Now what does that remind me of?" I muse as he starts turning blue beneath me. "Oh yeah, that loser Scott Hope. I think the doctors said he will never wake up again. What do you think, Xander? Wanna bet whether you'll ever wake up again?"

His fingernails dig into my arms, trying to dislodge my hands, but he might as well try to move a mountain. I bet you would like this, B! If you knew what he did, wouldn't you like to do this? I think I'm doing you a favor here.

He looks very cute when he struggles, the feeling of him moving below me is intoxicating. I think I need to savor this one, so I let go of his neck for a moment, allowing him to catch his breath.

"Any last words?" I ask him sweetly.

"Just two," he coughs. "Come in!"

I can see his eyes move to the door and I know who'll be there before I even see him. Angel crosses the threshold, two large steps carrying him to the bed. The last thing I see is his fist coming directly towards my face.

Then everything goes dark.


TO BE CONTINUED