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Spike had time to ponder the situation. Run through his options. The first and most<br />
obvious being to just end this foolishness, drain the boy while Angel was chained to<br />
the wall, and go back to his Dru. He hadn’t been back in the last few days. After<br />
that night in the boy’s backyard, he had gathered a few mindless minions and<br />
planned his little encounter with Angelus. Bloody ponce. His ol’ Sire was going<br />
around calling himself Angel. Spike had known something was different about him<br />
when they had run into each other on that U-boat during the war. Angelus was still<br />
behind Angel’s soul somewhere. He just needed a little reminding on how to be a<br />
vampire, that’s all.<br />
And it was so bleedin’ easy, too. Just threaten the cute little red-headed white-hat. If<br />
Angel wasn’t so hard-up for the Slayer, which was so obvious, by the way, then<br />
Spike was sure Angel would be going after Red. Who wouldn’t? In fact, Spike was<br />
a little disappointed that he hadn’t gotten a hold of Red instead of the boy last week.<br />
But on the other hand, this boy was something interesting. Something different.<br />
Something… special. So pure and innocent, like the red-head, but also something<br />
more. The boy had a bit of an anger streak in him. That anger and determination<br />
was what caused Spike to keep the boy around on the night that he should have<br />
killed him.<br />
During the two days that Spike had spent underground, waiting for Xander to wake<br />
up, he had thought about the boy’s anger. And when Spike had finally entered<br />
Angel’s apartment and watched Xander seduce the vampire chained to wall…well,<br />
that was just…perfection.<br />
The boy was still so scared and had a lot to learn, never knowing which emotion to<br />
feel or how to really react to this new development in his life. But if Spike pushed<br />
hard enough…well, then he may have just enough reason to keep little Xander<br />
around for a long time. A very long time.<br />
Finally Xander’s hand twitched. Paused. Twitched again. Then it was grasping<br />
Spike’s ankle. Just holding on like Xander was afraid he was going to fall off the<br />
bed or something. Still he wasn’t looking up.<br />
Then the boy’s thumb started moving. Was stroking. Xander loosened his grip just a<br />
little, but pressed his thumb more firmly into Spike’s ankle and just stroked.
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