OK here it is folk, Chapter Three.

So, I entered a whirlwind life of a Scooby. Never thought I'd actually be one of the gang but here I was one of them. Sure, things were still shaky between us all. I mean, Xander still wasn't too keen on vamps so he and Aaron were at odds a good portion of the time. Saying that though, Xander seems to be ok with me. He's even forgiven me about that whole Wham bam thank you Xan we had a few years back. He's still not one hundred percent though, I'll tell you that. He's been hurt and not just by me. But he's been doing all right. But even with all the changes, one thing remains the same. Xander is still a white knight. He and Red help patrol from time to time. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if they'd been with us the night Aaron and I went from mentor and student to something more.

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It had been a long night for patrolling. We'd sent Giles home early to research some demon or another that we'd encountered. Aaron and I were just talking when everything happened.

"So, I was about to feast on some hearty and passive monks all sworn to a life a platitude when, DUCK!"

"What the? Oh Shit!" A blade came dangerously close to my throat as Aaron shoved me hard to the ground. The sword may have missed my throat but the following thrust slid into Aaron's chest. I could only watch in horror as the blade entered one side of his chest and exited under his armpit on the other side. Watching him slump to the ground snapped me out of my catatonic state. A lunge and a thrust later the demon lay dead at my feet, my stake planted in its chest.

It took a few seconds for me to realize Aaron was still lying on the ground. Crouching down I began to roll him over, as I did my hand brushed his side and came away sticky with blood. Wiping the blood off on the grass I rolled the vampire onto his back and shook him lightly "Aaron, Aaron say something." It took me a second to realize his game face had come to the fore, something I noticed all the more when his mouth opened. When he tried to speak all that came out was a ragged pain filled cough, blood poured from his mouth and splattered on my face as he coughed.

"Aaron I need you to tell me what to do, I don't know how to fix this." My voice was becoming slightly frantic. I couldn't lose him, not like this, not without knowing why he was helping me. I knew the reason he had told me but I knew there was some other reason; no one helped me without a reason.

I watched as he tried to sit up but could barely lift his head, his voice came out as rasping whisper more blood followed his words "blood'

Blood? Where was I supposed to get blood in the middle of a cemetery? I knew deep down the answer, but it scared me. He might live without blood right now. He might live long enough to get him back to the basement of the house. But what if he didn't, what if he turned to dust on me, on my cloths, my skin, my hair. I would have to open a vein for him.

"Aaron…Aaron I'm going to let you feed off me." He tried to weakly shake his head, tried to pull away from me. "Damn it I know you don't feed of humans but you don't have a choice……..please." there I said it, the word felt wrong, I never said please. How do I do this should I cut my wrist for him, should I let him bite my throat, god Aaron I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I wish you could talk.

I had to do it, I couldn't second guess myself, I could let fear control me, I had to do it. Straddling the vampire I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and lifted his head to my throat. "Come on you son of a bitch bite me" why wasn't he biting me, why wasn't he feeding from me, did he want to die? "Aaron please, please feed" That's when I felt it; it was a sharp cold pain as his fangs sank into my throat. I'd never been bitten before, at least not by a vampire. I could feel blood running down my neck; he couldn't swallow as fast as I could bleed. The air was turning cold and I was getting tired, my eyes growing heavy.

As quick as the pain had come it left, I felt his tongue sliding across my throat before he pushed me off of his lap. Didn't he want me? Did he think I was ugly? Why was he throwing me away like an old used piece of trash?

Suddenly I felt myself being lifted half off the ground by the back of my jacket. My feet dragging the ground and bounding over rocks as I pulled across the grave yard. Then I was falling, I didn't fall far just a few inches before there was a violent crack next to me. I struggled to roll over and when I did I was shocked to find I was laying on the foyer floor in the house Xander was rebuilding for me. I must have blacked out at some point. The source of the violent sound became apparent even to my blurred vision. Aaron was slumped in a pile not far form me the broken remains of a cheap coffee table lay around his head and upper chest.

How did I get here, I didn't walk I knew that. How would Aaron have had the strength to get this far let alone drag me along. I knew he must have used the strength that my Slayer blood gave him to get us here, used the boost of strength and the last of his own to get me to safety.

I struggled to crawl across the floor to him. There was a long jagged piece of broken wood through his shoulder, it must have happened when he fell into the table. I reached up to pull it out and felt weak as a mouse, I couldn't budge it. Pushing myself up onto my hands and knees I grabbed the piece of wood as tight as I could and pulled up. I felt it wrench from his shoulder and heard him mewl in pain. I wish I could have done more but I was so tired. I let myself slump foreword and used his back as a pillow as the darkness closed in on me.

Yes, I know a Short Chapter, and a cliff hanger ending. Expect Chapter 4 in the next day or two.