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Here's the actual first chapter of Good Pet, tell me what you think, please. The previous was the entirety of Bad Pet, kind of as a precursor to this so you know what's happening if you haven't read it.

It had been a year since Xander had been taken by Spike and Angelus. He had adjusted to his position but there was still a spark of rebellion, of hope in him, hope that Buffy would come find him and save him. Of course Spike and Angelus found this funny, knowing that she couldn't save him made it almost a game for them to tease him about it. His nights were filled with blood and sex. He felt horrible for the deaths the two vampires caused, in the beginning he tried to stop them, that only got him punished. He had learned that it was better to behave, better to do as they wanted, while waiting for someone to save him. There were times he enjoyed their attentions, when he was good they were surprisingly gentle with him. It seemed like they were always traveling, moving from place to place. They never stayed in one area for too long, Xander thought it was because they were trying to stay one step ahead of Buffy; at least that's what he hoped.

"Pet, get up, we're going out tonight." Spike said, tossing some clothes on the bed.

Pet, that's what they always called him, never by his name. With a sigh he got out of bed and stretched. His body had filled out more since they had taken him; he was well muscled from seemingly endless bouts of sex and exercise as well as healthy eating. His hair was longer as well, hanging partially in his face. Quickly he dressed in the skin tight pants and black shirt he had been given. There was a pair of socks and boots as well which he slipped on. Once he was dressed he walked out of the room to where Spike and Angelus were waiting for him. Angelus was lounging in a chair, feet propped up on the coffee table. They had killed the owners of the apartment and were using it as their own. They had been a young couple who had no family other then each other and were quite alone in the world, wouldn't be missed. They weren't going to be staying for much longer, Xander still felt sick whenever he slept in their bed, knowing that they were dead.

"Let's go pet, just you and I tonight." Spike said, walking to the door, there was a leash wrapped around his hand which Xander knew would be attached when they got to where ever they were going.

They walked out onto the moonlit street. It was early October in Portland and the night air was chilly against Xander's bare skin. Xander had always wondered why they had come here. It was closer to California then any of the other places they had stayed in. They walked, seeming to have no real destination, or at least not one Xander could discern. It felt like forever before Spike walked towards the waterfront, making his way to the park.

"Where are we going?" He asked softly, looking around.

"I was thinking we could watch the water for a bit, maybe I'll bend you over the railing before the night is done." He said with a shrug.

Xander sighed, walking over to the railing and looking out over the water. The light from the buildings glinted off the still surface, "I don't want to be screwed tonight." He said, brushing a hand through his hair.

Spike raised an eyebrow and jumped up on the railing, sitting on it, "Oh?"

His eyes didn't leave the water, "Yeah."

"What if you don't have a choice?"

He shrugged, "Then I don't. I was just saying that I didn't want to tonight."

The vampire shook his head, "I'll take it under advisement." He replied, wondering where his pet had gotten the courage to say something like that.

"I'm hungry." He said after a moment of silence.

"Really? You just ate."

He sighed, "I don't want that healthy crap you've been feeding me, I want something sugary and bad for me."

"Too bad pet, you don't get any of that and haven't for a year now."

He thumped his head down on the railing, not hard, just hard enough to make a sound, "Why?"

He laughed, "Not good for you."

"Don't give me that, can't I just have something?"

"Nope, not good for you, have to keep you healthy and all. Been getting you ready to turn you know."

Xander turned his head, keeping it on the railing, so he could see him, "No." He said sternly, "I'm not going to be like you and if you turn me I swear I'll kill you."

"That's what you say now pet, just wait until the demon takes you." He laughed as he spoke, "Enough talk about that, let's continue our walk." He hopped off the banister and attached the leash in one smooth motion, dragging the human up and away from the water's edge.

A yip escaped his lips as he was pulled along. Spike took him past the area where, in the summer, Saturday Market was set up. When they saw a group of teenagers standing on a corner Spike licked his lips. Xander shook his head, begging in his mind for Spike not to do anything, to just leave them alone. One of them looked over, nudging one of his companions and nodding in their direction. Spike smiled, tying Xander's leash to a lamppost.

"Stay." He ordered, putting his hands in his pockets and moving towards them.

Xander pulled and tugged at the leash, wanting to warn them, wanting to tell them to run. One of them pulled out a knife, threatening the vampire with it. Spike laughed as they demanded money, saying they would kill him if he didn't give it up. When one of them went around and pressed a knife to Xander's throat he stilled.

"Hey, give me your wallet." He ordered in his ear, his breath hot against his chilled skin.

"I don't have one." He said immediately.

The young man snorted, pressing the blade into his skin, "Liar, to be dressed like that you've got to have some cash at least."

"I swear, I don't." He was beginning to panic, he knew he had nothing, Spike and Angelus took care of everything.

Xander looked over at where Spike was fighting the rest of them. He maintained his human guise, laughing as he beat them senseless, not feeding, not killing, just having a spot of fun. A hot trickle of blood began to slide down his neck and his only thought was how pissed Spike was going to be when he noticed his shirt was stained and blood was wasted.

"Give it up or I'll slit your throat." He hissed.

Spike turned to face him, his smile fading when he saw the blade at Xander's throat, "Release him now." He snarled, stalking forward.

"You stay away from me." There was panic in his voice when he saw what happened to his friends, "I'll kill him, I swear!"

Spike growled and snarled, "Release him and I'll let you live, you kill him and I'll make sure that your life is a living hell." He continued to maintain his human façade, Xander thought it strange that he would do so. Blood continued to trickle down his throat, "Drop the knife and run."

He felt the knife go in deeper as the man panicked. He closed his eyes, 'So this is how I'm going to die. Not from them making me into a vampire but from some punk on the street slitting my throat.' A bitter laugh escaped his lips as the knife slid across his throat and the teenager ran.

Next Chapter: Second Chances

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