Backfire - Spander Files

and slammed the door. In a moment, he heard the shower come on.
Spike stood up with the bag of blood and hurled it with all his strength at the
bathroom. It hit with a splat, painting the door red.
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After school, Xander stopped at home briefly, just to see if his mother would ask
him about the previous night. She didn’t. She asked him about school, and told him
that he really should come to bible study this Wednesday, because Reverend
Malcolm had been asking about him. But she didn’t ask him how his weekend with
Willow had been. And didn’t ask him where he had been the night before. Or about
the bruises on his neck, or the fading ones on his wrists.
So he packed a bag of two pairs of jeans, four t-shirts, and two collared buttondowns,
along with the essential toiletries and comic books, then stole forty bucks
from her purse, and slipped out of the house, shouting over his shoulder that he
would be back later, and not caring that she wouldn‘t notice. Nope, not caring at all.
Nope.
With a quick stop at the drugstore, Xander arrived back at Angel’s a little after four.
He was surprised to see both vampires awake. Angel was 409ing the bathroom
door, which looked pink, while scowling at Spike, still chained to the wall, who
looked smug.
“Well isn’t this the picture of domestic bliss.” Xander threw his duffle bag on the
couch. “Honey, I’m home!”
Angel and Spike’s eyes followed him around the small space as Xander began
unpacking his bag. He cleared out one drawer of the dresser for his meager set of
clothes, quickly stashed the recently purchased tube of lubricant in the nightstand,
then settled on the couch and started reading one of his comic books.
Finding the vamps still staring at him, Xander spoke to Angel. “Got any real food in
this joint? I don’t have the same taste for blood as you two, cause ew.”