Changing Tomorrow 3
by Danielle
 

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// thoughts

Spike glimpsed an emaciated, filthy version of himself tied to a chair. His eyes furrowed as a twinge of hunger and shame flitted through his heart. //Must be that empathy thing she told us about.// This guy looked really pathetic, shadows under the eyes as he begged the Slayer for help.

Xander saw himself lying on Giles’ couch, shivering and agreeing with Spike about something. Some part of his mind registered that he knew he was dying of a combination of syphilis, smallpox, and a host of other diseases. The sliver of pain and hopelessness that washed through him was over in an instant.

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Blinking and appalled, Xander stood up and jabbed his finger at Priya. “No way. No way do I get *syphilis*! And agreeing with Spike? Now I *know* you’re lying!” He didn’t care if the whole club heard him screaming about syphilis. He didn’t care that he was out of Spike’s clutches or that he could escape with his life right now. All Xander knew was that he had to stop this from happening.

“Damn right! If you think we’re gonna fall for that--” the vampire started as he fished his cigarettes and lighter out of his duster pocket.

“I’m in.” The dark-haired Scooby’s hollow voice trembled behind him.

After a startled look at the human, the blonde squared his jaw, set his cigarettes on the table and said, “Me too.”

“Okay, here goes. Put one hand on the Vimurth and hang on for the ride!” Priya whispered something in a foreign tongue. Spike was getting anxious and he saw the human start to fidget, then the world dropped out from under them.

 

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