A/N: Yeah. I'm writing. No idea why. Best not to question it.
Title: Revenge (I could not be bothered to go for anything imaginative)
Summary: Spike gets his chip out. Xander's POV. No storyline.
Warnings: Vague reference to torture.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Feedback: Appreciated, but I mainly wrote this for myself rather than for posting so not expecting anyone to think much of it.
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The chains were shiny. But they looked old. How did that work? And why the fuck was he thinking about this? Maybe it was hysteria. That was a possibility. Quite a strong one.
He had given up trying to work out where everyone else was, the room was too dark and trying did nothing but give him a headache and sink him further into depression. The only time when there was enough light in the room to see was when the door opened and the slightest crack of light was enough to make him squeeze his eyes shut and pray for the bright pain to dissapear. So he'd stopped looking for them all. He doubted that they were looking for him anyway, at least they were on the floor all huddled together leaving him to hang in the chains as if it had all been his fault.
It hadn't. It was inevitable. Of that he was sure. But maybe he should have listened. Yeah, maybe that would have helped. Or maybe not, maybe they could have never prevented it. But a bit of preparation wouldn't have gone a miss as he'd been frantically searching Giles' apartment for a stake. Not that it would have done him any good.
If a vampire tells you when he gets a piece of metal out of his head he's going to make the rest of your life a living hell, chances are he's telling the truth.