Backfire - Spander Files

nothing behind them but pain and death. Xander glanced down to the vampire’s
mouth which hung open slightly to reveal the teeth that he had prayed nightly he
would never ever see this close.
“Please…,” he found himself whimpering. “…don’t.”
Spike cocked his head and pressed his entire body against Xander’s. Every muscle
in his body tensed and he could feel his pulse raging. Finally his brain caught up
and it was pissed off again. Xander had a flash of his mother’s mood swings and his
ridiculous brain decided to think, I’m too young for menopause, before it fired back
to anger. His tense muscles twitched and that raging pulse burned hot. Spike
suddenly pulled away from him slightly and the demon’s eyes narrowed.
“You gonna kill me, vampire?” Xander surprised himself by saying. “Then just do
it. What are you waiting for? You can play around all you want, but this is going to
end the same way. Me, dead. You, sated and blood-happy. So what are you waiting
for? An engraved invitation? Tell you what, let me go find a pen and paper and I’ll
write something up real quick-like. How about: ‘Xander Harris cordially invites one
William the Bloody, Spike to his friends, to get on with it all ready and sink his
ridiculously sharp and pointy teeth into his neck and drink him til he collapses dead
on the ground just a few feet from the comfort of his own bed.’”
Spiked blinked. It actually looked kinda funny over gold eyes.
“Whatsa matter? Not fancy enough? Well, I could use calligraphy, but you’ll have
to let me go for a few weeks or months so I can learn it. Then, of course, it will be
another six to eight weeks for the actual engraving. I’d have to send out for that.
Tell you what, why don’t we meet up here again in, say, six months? The invitation
should be ready by then, and maybe even include some pretty embossed flowers or
some gold foil-”
Xander was cut off when Spike lunged forward and two fangs pierced his neck. He
felt himself go cold and white with panic. But only for a moment, then his blood
was pumping again too fast. Finally his brain and body started working together,
and he tried everything in his power to get this beast off of him.
But Spike was pressed up against him too hard. And his cold hands had moved