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"Excuse me? What are you talking about?" Xander asked, bewildered.
"I'm talking about you turning me human, with the pulse and the body temperature and the sodding need to breathe."
Xander quirked an eyebrow. "You say that as if you weren't human before."
The guy glared at him. "I wasn't." he said slowly, pissed off. "I'm a vampire."
Xander stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Very funny. Getting into the holiday spirit too much? Vampires don't exist."
"Yes they do, and I am one. Or at least I was until you worked some mojo on me and gave me a heartbeat. Should kill you for that, but then you wouldn't be alive to turn me back." The guy's eyes had taken on a calculating gleam, and Xander figured it was just his luck to run into one of the crazies the night before Halloween. He couldn't help but scramble back a little bit more at the coldness in the guy's gaze when he casually mentioned murder.
"Y'know, I think I'm just going to get going. Got lots of stuff to do, and since we're both all right, we can just forget about tonight, okay?" Xander said, getting to his feet and walking off.
Spike watched him go, memorizing the boy's face and direction he was headed. "Oh, I won't forget. Count on it." He smirked, head filled with plans, all of them featuring the whelp screaming in a starring role. "We'll meet again, and when we do, you'll turn me back to what I was."
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Xander hurried home, paranoidly checking over his shoulder every few minutes, but no matter how long he searched the darkness, he didn't see anyone following him. He slipped into his basement apartment, stripping his clothes off and sliding under the thin blanket and thinner sheet. Xander shivered as the cold cloth covered his skin, and sneezed. That set off a chain reaction and he sneezed another five times in a row, unable to control his body as it convulsed in an effort to expel air from his lungs. When he finally stopped sneezing, he could almost taste the blood in his throat, the rawness as he swallowed. He snuggled under the sheets, hoping his body heat would warm it up soon. His thoughts drifted back to the guy he'd met in the woods, and he felt a little stab of guilt at just leaving the guy there. Even if he was creepy, he'd looked like he might 've needed help. Xander tossed and turned that night, dreams consumed by blue eyes and ivory fangs.
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TBC...