| Cat
and Mouse
The vampire held
him easily, one arm around his throat, just pressing enough, one around his ribs, squeezing just a little. Xander struggled, kicking backwards, but his
sneakers connected only with the air and he was rapidly tiring, his oxygen cut
off and a roaring in his ears.
"Now
pet - no passing out. Wanna be sure you
feel all of this…"
|
Year
of the Cat
"Yeah.
She's a god, Spike. Hellgod. She wants something that - that Buffy's
got. She thought - I had it.
So...this." The hand has
stopped altogether, and Xander opens his eyes - looks up at the profile that's limned
in the glow from the hallway. Dark eyes
on his and they flare for a moment, lambent gold and then human again, and
Xander shivers just a little. Spike's
hand slides weightlessly down his arm - skips over the I.V. and the long
fingers are twining with his, squeezing gently.
|
Cat
Scratch
"Oh, I fuckin' get it, Xander. You think if you can bring her back - bring
her home - it'll all be all right again - it'll all be just like it was before.
It's never gonna be that way again, Xander! She's dead,
and you couldn't have stopped it and you can't
change it. She's gone." Xander is shaking his head, pressing his
fists to his ears and Spike reaches out and tries to pull his arm down. And Xander lashes out - claws at him like a
cat...
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