Ok, total change of POV à instead of 1st person stream of consciousness,
gonna move more into narrative. That way you can actually see what it is
the characters are doing instead of relying on what they are thinking.
Possible switching to POV, but hopefully will not be confusing.
Oh, and if you could tell me whether or not you like the change, it would
be gratefully appreciated. If you don't, I can re-write it back into 1st
person.
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Spike stared down at the almost lifeless form beside him. Xander was almost gone, and fading faster than he thought. There was no way that the ambulance he had called or Buffy and Willow were going to be able to get here in time. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to change Xander. He didn't want to have to turn him. Alexander Harris was made for sunshine and light, not for eternal darkness and shadow. But he couldn't just let him die, damnit!
But he also couldn't bite the boy. It was going to be difficult. The change needed an almost complete exchange of blood. A Sire would normally drain the Childer or minions to the point of near death before giving his or her own blood. But Spike couldn't bite Xander. Would it make a difference if there was only a small amount of Xander's blood in Spike when giving the dying mortal his blood? Or maybe .?
Spike raised his wrist to his mouth, teeth gouging into the tender flesh. After getting a stream of blood running down the length of his arm, he lowered it to Xander's mouth, letting the blood trickle inside, hopefully to be swallowed.
"Come on, come on! Bloody whelp, never doing anything right, swallow, Damn you!"
The blood dripped out of one corner of Xander's mouth. The beat of his heart was getting slower, skin growing colder. Xander was going to die.
"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit! I'm sorry, Xander, come on, you can do this, drink. Please drink, comeon, drink for me, pleasepleaseplease."
Spike raised one hand and stroked Xander's neck softly, trying to get the boy to swallow. The muscles under his hand fluttered softly as a small amount of his blood worked its way down his throat.
"Thank you, come on, a little more, and then the ambulance will be here, and then you will get all better, come on Xander."
Xander's heartbeat didn't exactly get stronger, but it wasn't getting any weaker. The beats were more regular, his skin slightly warmer.
The whine of the ambulance could be heard in the distance.
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Spike stared down at the almost lifeless form beside him. Xander was almost gone, and fading faster than he thought. There was no way that the ambulance he had called or Buffy and Willow were going to be able to get here in time. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to change Xander. He didn't want to have to turn him. Alexander Harris was made for sunshine and light, not for eternal darkness and shadow. But he couldn't just let him die, damnit!
But he also couldn't bite the boy. It was going to be difficult. The change needed an almost complete exchange of blood. A Sire would normally drain the Childer or minions to the point of near death before giving his or her own blood. But Spike couldn't bite Xander. Would it make a difference if there was only a small amount of Xander's blood in Spike when giving the dying mortal his blood? Or maybe .?
Spike raised his wrist to his mouth, teeth gouging into the tender flesh. After getting a stream of blood running down the length of his arm, he lowered it to Xander's mouth, letting the blood trickle inside, hopefully to be swallowed.
"Come on, come on! Bloody whelp, never doing anything right, swallow, Damn you!"
The blood dripped out of one corner of Xander's mouth. The beat of his heart was getting slower, skin growing colder. Xander was going to die.
"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit! I'm sorry, Xander, come on, you can do this, drink. Please drink, comeon, drink for me, pleasepleaseplease."
Spike raised one hand and stroked Xander's neck softly, trying to get the boy to swallow. The muscles under his hand fluttered softly as a small amount of his blood worked its way down his throat.
"Thank you, come on, a little more, and then the ambulance will be here, and then you will get all better, come on Xander."
Xander's heartbeat didn't exactly get stronger, but it wasn't getting any weaker. The beats were more regular, his skin slightly warmer.
The whine of the ambulance could be heard in the distance.
