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Chapter 4: Restwell Cemetery

Restwell Cemetery was one of the older graveyards in Sunnydale. It was also a five minute walk from Xander's parents' home. Unfortunately, it was in the opposite direction from the Magick Box. This meant that Xander, in an effort to try to catch up with the blonde vampire, ran he normal fifteen minute walk in a little under five. So when the brown-haired lad arrived at the gates of Restwell, he was in a fair amount of pain. After all, healing ribs don't take kindly to being exercised excessively. He leaned on the rusted gates to catch his breath.

The heavy sword hadn't made the run any easier, Xander was just grateful that by working in construction he'd gained enough muscle to be able to wield the sword in a better manner than it would have been a year ago.

Xander stood up from his resting position and raising the sword into a defensive position; he entered the cemetery and scanned the surrounding area. Unlike most of Sunnydale's cemeteries, Restwell was fairly small, relatively unused, and had a wooded area in the middle of it. The trees are what Xander headed for, thinking that even demons might not want to eat out in the open.

He was halfway there, when he felt a hand land on his shoulder. Acting on pure instinct and cursing inwardly for being caught so unaware, he flipped the being over so that they landed on their back and Xander had his sword at the throat before he registered who it was.

"Spike?" Xander moved the sword from the pale throat and plunged it into the ground next to him. Spike sat up and ran a hand across his slightly bleeding throat.

"Didn't know you had moves like that, whelp." Spike saw an expression flit across the young man's face but it was gone before he could identify it.

Xander stretched out a hand to help the vampire up and spoke, "Just got lucky, I guess. Have you seen the Galegi yet?"

Spike looked into expressive eyes that would always say more than their owner. Right now they held concern-was that for him? Sure Xander was known for doing stupid things, but coming after him when already injured and risking more if he ran into some demon he couldn't handle? There was no other reason for Xander to be here though and that fact made the vampire speechless.

"Earth to Spike. You still here?"

"Wot?" Spike blinked and told himself to stop making a fool out of himself. "Whelp, whatcha doing here?"

"I thought I said to cut it out with the 'whelp' name, Deadboy Jr." Xander's tone made it obvious that he wasn't happy. "I came because you left before hearing Giles say that these demons sometimes feed off vamps."

"So wot?" Spike knew he was being antagonizing, but that's what he did best.

Xander's glare intensified, "So what? So what! I'll tell you 'so what'. You, mister Big Bad, are not all that Big and Bad anymore. You-William-sometimes need backup and I don't want to see you get killed because your ego couldn't handle some help. Do you even know what your death would do to me? You're the only reason I'm not dead already. Without you, it wouldn't be long before I was six feet under. Spike, I —"

Xander was cut off by Spike shoving him behind the vamp and grabbing the sword, then swinging at the demon that was now in Xander's previous spot. Unfortunately, the swing wasn't perfect and Spike only succeeded in cutting the Galegi's torso causing minimal damage due to the tough hide. The demon let loose a medium-sized lightening bolt, causing Xander to dodge in one direction and Spike in the other.

The Galegi seemed not to notice Xander-perhaps just concentrating on a meal and he advanced towards Spike. The vamp swung once more and this time the Galegi yanked it from the blonde's grip and tossed it. Inadvertently, the sword landed right in front of Xander. He didn't waste a moment in getting the sword. While Spike was busy dodging bolts, Xan approached from behind and swung. It was perfect. The Galegi's head went rolling and the body fell with a thud, shortly afterward dissolving into a puddle of goo.

Spike's mouth dropped open and he knew he looked stupid. He would have never though Xander could have done so well.

I know it's short, I had a bit more pre-written but since that section isn't fleshed out enough for, I thought I'd work on it a bit more. Don't worry the next chapter will have more of the cemetery, Spike and Xan, and insults.

For those who might have been confused by my earlier description of how far apart places are in town, here's alittle more description. These places are actually not in a straight line from each other, think more like Xander's would be on the east side of town, MB in downtown and Restwell on the far east of town.

As my husband says: Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Questions?