Backfire - Spander Files

“Just imagine it, Xander. You and me, on the killing fields. I know what you’re
capable of. I’ve seen it. I’ve felt it. Let it go, Xander. Give it to me. The burn that
you’ll continue to feel when Spike is dead will turn into ecstasy for me. I’ll see to
it.”
Angelus looked past Xander for a moment to see that Spike was making a poor
attempt to crawl toward them. He hadn’t gotten far. The elder vampire wrapped his
fingers into Xander’s hair and pulled their faces close. Angelus continued to speak
as his eyes morphed to gold.
“I’ll be your teacher, boy. And I won’t turn you. Don’t need to. You’re evil. I can
feel it. I’ll rip the rest of the good right out of you.”
Xander reached up and clasped Angelus by the back of the head. He pulled forward
and brought their lips together into a punishing kiss. A small part of his brain heard
a whimper coming from somewhere behind him, but he couldn’t tell who it was.
“Angel,” Xander breathed when they finally pulled apart, “you don’t get it, do
you?”
Angelus’s eyes narrowed slightly. Xander moved his hand from the back of the
vampire’s head to his cheek, smearing the blood that was left there from the healing
scratches.
Xander continued speaking a little louder, knowing he had an audience. “It’s not
about good and evil.” Xander took a small step back and brought his other hand up
between them. “It’s about power.”
And Angelus only had time to growl once in anger before he disintegrated into dust.
Xander was left standing alone with a stake in his hand, the one he had concealed
down the front of his pants, hard wood competing with his own.
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The moon was high in the sky and the activity in Giles’ apartment was just dying