Disclaimer: Sunnydale and its residents belong to Joss Whedon, Kuzui Enterprises, and Mutant Enemy Productions - not me.


Icecapades

Icy hands against Xander's neck, curling into the warmth and he yelped. "Sorry mate, m'cold." He thought about what it really meant, not being able to generate body heat. How many times he'd gone in weather for hours, below freezing, walking around, cold but alive because he generated heat. Even through layers of clothing the liquid in Spike's body would freeze, the human body is 75 percent water, a vampire body is 75 percent water and Spike would freeze in place, cold, solid, beautiful, conscious, terrified statue until the sun rose and he was beautiful dust.

"Spike, let's go inside."

The End.