After Spike and Drueslia had blown in and announced that they were 'moving in' to the congregation of vampires, Spike explored through the warehouse. When he found a room with a large canopy bed he promptly kicked out the occupant and claimed the room for himself and Drew.
Once he, had Drew and her dolls all settled in Spike made sure Drew knew not to leave. Then he went to find something to eat.
Spike walked though the park looking for his first kill in the town of Sunnydale. In his pocket were several dead birds that he had caught for Drew, who insisted that was the only thing she needed to eat. 'I love her to death. But sometimes...' Spike thought, shuddering at the idea of shifter though all those feathers for a meal.
Spike passed several vagrants and passed out drunks, but that held no interest. He wanted a healthy meal that could put up a fight. Hearing the squeaking sound of a swing set moving and headed towards it. Children weren't usually his thing but he was up for anything at that moment. But what he found was a tall male sitting hunched over on the swing alone, moving slowly back and forth.
Stealthy Spike began his approach, waiting for just the moment to pounce on his prey. Hearing a sob, Spike stopped in his tracks. He considered leaving the boy were he was. Sadness didn't tasted the same as fear in the blood, it left a lingering sour taste. But under the sadness the young male smelled delicious.
Also Spike was never one to leave things alone. His noseyness caused him to ask the crying figure casually "Whats wrong pet?"
The dark haired head jerked up in shock. One look at Spikes ridged face and fangs and the boy bolted from the swing. And Spike, hungry and curious, gave chase.
Spike noticed how the human ran with a limp. And it was the limp that caused him to fall over a tree root. Spike moved up on his prey, but the boy had some fight in him. The younger man tried to push Spike away, so the vampire grabbed the defending arms, pinning them to the ground. At first touch to his arms the weaker male started giving cries of pain.
"Hey pet. I'm not hurting you. Yet." Spike grinned wickedly showing off his fangs. Then recognized the face below. "Hey your the slayers boy! Aren't you!" he exclaimed "What was your name again? Ander? Vander?"
"Xander" the pinned man whimpered as he pulled weakly at his pinned wrists. "Ahhh, that's right! Little Xander!" Spike said venomously."Why isnt little Xander home? Huh? All tucked in safe in bed?"
"Because I don't want to go home." Xander whispered, but Spike heard.
"Why is that?" The vampire questioned "You trying to cause trouble so the slayer can swoop in and save you? Are ya?" he taunted getting right up in Xanders face.
Xander turned away from the rigid face closing his eyes tightly, waiting to be bitten and killed. Spike saw a yellowing bruise on Xanders cheek and something seemed to pull the vampire eyes up. On Xanders fore arms were forming hand shaped bruises.
"Whats this pet? Did the slayer do this? Or did a big bad monster get ya?" Spikes asked
"A monster? Yeah. Monster is a good word for him." Xander said darkly.
"Who's the monster?" Spikes curiosity peaked again. When Xander didn't answer Spike tightened his grip and repeated "Who's the monster?"
The tight grip made Xander cry out in pain. Then through grit teeth he answered. "My father."