Backfire - Spander Files

twitched back and pulled his fangs out of Xander’s neck. Spike was suddenly two
steps away from him and Xander slid down the wall and brought his hand up to his
neck. He looked up at Spike and saw two sparkling blue eyes piercing down at him.
Somehow he found himself still angry.
“You done?” He asked. Spiked nodded. “You aren’t gonna kill me?”
“Not tonight.”
“Why?”
Spike just grinned. “See you again soon, yeah?”
“Oh, you bet. Anxiously awaiting that encounter.” Xander snarked back.
Then Spike was gone and Xander was left sitting in his side yard with blood
dripping from his neck through his fingers. He was pissed off, and tired, and weak,
and hot, and confused, and…oddly satisfied. Then he panicked.
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Panic
Angel was sitting entirely too close to Xander. Granted, he was about three feet
away, but it felt way too close. They were both reclining on the middle step of the
stairs in the library, the set closest to Giles’ office. Xander couldn’t remember who
had sat down first, but now he couldn’t concentrate on what Giles was talking about
because Angel was sitting way too damn close. Okay, so the concept of
concentration has flown out the window this last couple of days, but I’m trying, I
really am. Plus, the dead guy kept looking over at him. He could practically feel the
cold eyes burrowing into his head. But whenever he would turn to glare back at
him, Angel would quickly look back out at the other people in the room.