Last Words 2

Shit. Fuck. Damn it all to Bloody Fucking Hell! Where is the bloody Slayer when you need her?

So much blood. Too much blood. It's everywhere, and it is all his.

What the hell am I going to do?

Already called in favors. But is someone going to get here fast enough? Are they going to be able to save him? Is there anything else I can do? Someone just bloody help me out here!

Why, pet? I don't understand . . .

Anya. He said that it was Anya. I am going to hunt down the bitch and . . . do absolutely nothing all because of this Stupid Bloody Chip!

"Xander, come on, open your eyes, just a little bit. You are not going to die on me. Not before I have a chance to kill you. You and the little witches are the only ones who will bloody well talk to me anymore, so come on"

Not moving, pulse slowing, everything slowing. Not good. He's going to die on me, and before I can do anything. Before I can tell him anything . . .

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"Come on, Bleached Wonder, let's go." Xander held the door opening, bowing slightly.

"Now why the Hell should I go with you?" Glowering, scowling at the grinning boy - no, man. The Whelp had grown up at some point. When had that happened?

"Because I am the only one who can take you for the night. Your crypt is kinda trashed, if you remember, and besides, Anya's out of town, and I'd kinda . . . well, kinda like the company." Xander stuttered to a halt. For a second I thought I was being propositioned. But not from him. Not for me. Just a lonely offer. I should be able to recognize that pretty easily. Lonely is becoming a more and more occurrence here. Bloody chip.

But there was an offer here. Might not be the kind I was looking for, and certainly not with someone I would have expected, but it was still there.

And I was so damned tired of being alone.

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"Come on, Xander, I don't want to be alone again . . . " My voice has dropped to a whisper. I wonder if there is any hope. Any chance. Blood everywhere. Everything shades of red. Still warm. Still draining sluggishly from his body.

What can I do?

Something whispers in my ear . . . make him like you. Turn him.

Turn Xander? He would make one hell of a vampire. The only thing holding him back is his conscious. His humanity. But what will happen if I take that from him? I want the real Xander. Not the Demon.

Damnit!

Why isn't someone here yet?!