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I think this chapter will be longer, I hope! Enjoy!
Xander coughed and struggled to breath as the vampyre shoved his face into the river. Xander didn't mean to get himself in these situations. Did he have a sign on his back that said, "I'm a demon magnet! Bite me!" These thoughts spinned around in his head as his lungs refused to stay oxygen-less. He opened his mouth involluntarily and took in a big gulp of water. He choked on it and tried to spit it out, which only caused him to swallow more water.
He felt his body go limp and the vampyre let go of him. As Xander fell into unconsciousness, a different hand caught his collar and pulled him onto dry land.
Someone punched him in the stomach again and again. It muust be the vampyre, Xander thought. Suddenly he felt lips on his lips. What was going on? Was this some kind of sick torture thought up by the underworld?
Suddenly it hit him; CPR! He didn't have time to think clearly because instantly he spit out all the water in his throat and took in a refreshing gulp of fresh air. It didn't seem like enough oxygen to refresh his system.
"Xander, it's all right," A ghost-like voice whispered to him. His eyes didn't seem to want to open. It took all the strength in his already weak body to keep breathing and stay awake.
Finally he forced one of his eyes to open slightly. When his vision had cleared, he opened both of his eyes alittle more. What he saw woke him instantly from any drouzyness he was feeling and his eyes opened wide in alarm.
He thought he would never see her again, and for a moment he did actually forget to breath.
"Anya?"
Ooo drama! See that was alittle longer wasn't it? Not by much, but I'm working on it. It looked much longer on paper, I assure you. Please Review!