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Suddenly the grip on Xander’s neck was loosened, and he was able to gulp in two<br />
huge swallows of air before the hand closed down, sealing his windpipe again.<br />
Angel glanced at Xander before turning back to Spike.<br />
“Can’t let him die that quickly. After all, I do owe this boy a bit of gratitude. Did<br />
you know I would never have gotten into dear Buffy’s pants if it hadn’t been for<br />
your boy here? I gotta admit, not even close to the best lay I ever had, but I suppose<br />
it was enough for soul-boy. If I’d known the trick to losing that pesky curse before,<br />
then I wouldn’t have had to put up with myself for the last hundred years.”<br />
The hand was gone and Xander quickly replaced it with his own, trying to rub the<br />
pain away and breathe in as much oxygen as possible just in case he was deprived<br />
of it again soon.<br />
Spike finally stopped thrashing and looked to be thinking hard, which was a new<br />
look for Spike.<br />
“Angelus, if you want to tango with me, then leave the boy out of this. He’s dead<br />
weight.”<br />
Angel laughed hard. A laugh that Xander had never heard before and made all his<br />
hair stick up.<br />
“You’ve got to work on your negotiation skills, Spikey. Besides, this isn’t about<br />
you. It’s never been about you. You’re the dead weight here. I’d off you both here<br />
and now, but I’ve been buried way too long. I have some things to make up for.<br />
Plus, like I said, I owe the boy.”<br />
“Hey! Evil dead guys! ‘The boy’ is sitting right here! Angel, what the hell are you<br />
trying to prove?” Xander’s answer came in the form of another punch to the face.<br />
He felt something split this time and warm blood trickled down his cheek.<br />
Having had enough of this, Xander scrambled down the bed, intending to hop off,<br />
find his clothes and get the fuck away from the feuding vampires. That was his<br />
intention. He didn’t get far.