Backfire - Spander Files

shifted back to fear. He felt so sorry for this girl. Just a girl, who was about to
become another statistic of the Hellmouth. Death by blood loss, evidence of severe
neck trauma, written off by the police. Another unsolved forgotten murder.
“What’s your name?”
“Cindy,” she answered quickly without thinking.
“I’m Xander. That’s Spike.”
“’ello, lovely,” Spike growled into her ear, causing a visible shiver.
It was Xander’s turn to roll his eyes. “Ignore him. Cindy, I’m sure you’re a sweet
girl, and I know that you don’t deserve this, but I want you to remember one thing.
We’re not going to hurt you. We’re not going to touch you in any inappropriate
way. We won’t hurt you.” He peered passed her at Spike, who, after a moment,
nodded slightly.
When he looked back into Cindy’s eyes, a small amount of the fear had
disappeared. At least she wasn’t in severe panic-mode, so that was a start.
“What are going to do to me?” She asked in an startling even voice.
“Doesn’t matter. What ever happens, though, I want you to keep looking at me,
okay? Don’t take your eyes off me. Do you understand?”
Cindy nodded again. Still stroking her cheek, Xander took the final step forward
and pressed his body against hers, trying to keep his lower body a little further
away, so she wouldn’t think his hard-on was for her. He ran a hand over her silky
blond hair, gathering up one side of it and pulling it away to expose the lightly
tanned skin of her neck.
Transfixed by a visible thudding, which slightly interrupted the smoothness that
was revealed, Xander found himself rubbing a thumb over the neck’s pulse-point,
causing a gasp from Cindy that he had not intended to create.
He raised his eyes to Spike and tried not to let his hopefully calm expression change