Backfire - Spander Files

“Spike…”
“Master Spike, please wake up.”
“Master Spike.”
Xander felt himself waking from a surprising dreamless sleep. Wasn’t quite time to
get up, though. It felt entirely too early. A hand flew across him and grabbed onto
something that he couldn’t see, since his eyes were still all closed and everything.
Angel’s voice. “Who the fuck are you, and what are doing in my house?” There was
a dull slap and the arm was back at Angel’s side, behind Xander.
Then Spike’s voice. “Relax, Peaches, it’s just Dalton. What do you want? And this
had better be good, or you‘ll be sucked up in the poof’s fancy new vacuum.”
Time to get a fuller picture of the situation. Xander opened his eyes and first saw
Spike’s back, since that was what his forehead had been pressed against for the past
several hours. He pulled his head back and lifted up. Angel was already sitting up
with his back to the wall behind Xander. (The older vampire had given up the couch
after two weeks of a sore back. He really was spoiled to the creature comforts.
Wimp-ass vampire.) Spike was still lying on his side with just his head raised a
little. Spike’s position on the outside of the bed was determined because it was
closest to where the chain was secured to the wall. That way it was less likely that
the other two would get hit with it when Spike thrashed in his sleep, which he did
do occasionally. Plus, it was funny when Spike rolled off the bed.
“Master Spike, I’m sorry. I know you said that you shouldn’t be disturbed, and she
even told me not to get you, but I know that you would want to know. Or help if
you can.” Dalton eyed the chain that ran from the manacle on Spike’s right wrist to
the wall.
Spike sat up quickly. He grabbed Dalton’s arm and there was fear in the fledgling’s
eyes. “What happened?” Spike growled out. Xander could tell Spike was in game
face, even from behind, just from the sound of his voice.
“Sh-sh-she wanted to go out. We’d been bringing home food, just like you said.