blue_icy_rose

Just a quick post to let you guys know if you're ever interested in reading more of my Spike/Xander stuff, then I'm also posting it at bloodclaim . I'll probably post them here as well though. Like for instance, the two drabbles that I just wrote. I'll post them now. But if you're interested in lots and lots of S/X, then seriously check out the stories at Bloodclaim. I've found some really good stuff. Anyway! Here's the drabbles.

Titles: Pain and Hell

Pairings: Mentions S/D and X/C, pre-slash

Rating: PG (is talk of murder considered PG? Hmm…)

Feedback: Yes, please. ^_^

Disclaimer: They’re not mine. But…I have a plan. Until then, I just borrow them.

Author’s Note: Just a few drabbles set in the verse that has no name as of yet. This takes place before Awakening and before Spike and Xander get together. It’s just a glimpse of what each of them is thinking when Spike is on the way to Sunnydale. Also, as you can see, I played around with the events in season 3 just a bit to suit my purposes. Hope you enjoy!

Pain

Spike was pissed and, on top of that, miserable. Who the bloody hell did Dru think she was, leaving him for a Chaos demon of all things? He shook his head, lifting the bottle of Jack Daniels from between his legs and taking a long drink. His eyes narrowed as he pressed down on the gas.

He’d show her he wasn’t going soft. Once he got to Sunnyhell, he’d find the Slayer and bloody torture her. He’d kill her friends and then he’d kill her. He grinned at the thought of all the bloodshed that would come, all the pain. First, he’d need a plan…and he’d damn well stick to it this time too. The grin widened.

He’d start with the boy.

Hell

Xander groaned as he dropped down on his bed. Life sucked. He and Cordelia had broken up and now they couldn’t even be in the same hallway before one of them would go in the opposite direction. He sighed.

This was so much worse than the first time they’d broken up. This time it had been more than random grope sessions in closets or empty classrooms. Even worse, it was all his fault. That kiss with Willow had been a spur of the moment thing when they’d been dancing. Now it felt like he was nothing again. The Zeppo. Xander sighed again.

Yeah, this must be what hell felt like.