Author's Note: This story takes place after Joyce death, after Spike is chipped; Anya is around but never got heavily involved with Xander. Willow is with Tara-no darkness at this time. Xander's around 20-21 years old…the season you put it in doesn't really matter right now. If that changes I'll make amendments to the story, ok?
I don't own BTVS and I mean no harm by writing this piece of fiction. It's for my own entertainment.
Chapter 5: Insults galore.
"Well, that was fun, Spike-let's do that every night!" The sarcasm was oozing from the young man.
"When did you get good with a sword, pet?" Spike remembered his jaw was still catching flies and closed it.
Xander just rolled his eyes and responded with a question of his own, "And here I though you Brits took sword classes in school; shouldn't being a vamp give you better reflexes and skill with one?" The brunette wiped the sword on a nearby bush as the goo wasn't vanishing from the blade. He muttered to himself about how it was better when the creature just vanished when killed, a lot less mess to clean up.
Spike hadn't responded to Xander, instead he was starting to light a cig, retrieved from his ever-faithful duster. The cancer stick was snatched from his fingers just as he held up the lighter.
"Spike, I know these things can't kill you and all, but can you please not smoke around me? I don't want to survive the Hellmouth just to be killed by lung cancer."
Spike scowled and huffed his frustration. "Insults my skills, doesn't let me smoke, doesn't even thank me for pushing him outta the way earlier- why do I even bother helping," he ranted.
"You enjoy fighting the demons I attract, remember Bleachboy?" Xan's comment to the vampire's rant was mumbled, but had a slightly cutting edge to it.
"Oh, yeah…that's right. A spot of violence always is entertaining-especially when you get to be the bait." Xander just looked at the blonde and the vamp resisted the urge to apologize for claiming that demons didn't horde Xander whenever he was out. Everyone who knew the tiniest bit of went on in Sunnydale, could tell you that Xander was a demon-magnet. Heck, Xander knew it!
Spike shrugged his shoulders and headed out of the cemetery. Xan grumbled under his breath about vamps running around when another Galegi could be out there and Spike could get eaten. G-man didn't tell them if they traveled in bigger groups or not. "Spike! Wait up!" The dark-haired and concerned although he wouldn't admit to anyone but himself, jogged to catch up and make sure the vamp didn't get taken out by the other creatures of the night.