Don't ask. I have no idea.

[essene_backup]

He finds him on the floor. Beaten. Bloodied. Bruised beyond all recognition. But it smells like him. Plus there's that damn floppy hair.

He's almost surprised at the rage that boils within at the sight before him...almost. It's obvious the Regar demons have had their fun; as has their master, judging by the state of Xander's...undress. Had there not been the overwhelming stench of vomit, excrement, and other far more vile bodily fluids, not to mention the corpses scattered about the room in various states of decay, Spike might have been intrigued. But he had nothing to do with this. The boy had nothing to do with this. It was all mob mentality fueled by a sodding demon hormone.

Gentleness would be lost at this point. Spike was just glad that Harris was unconscious. Made the whole picking up and chucking him over a shoulder much more manageable.

He pushed the door open with his free hand; daylight was coming. The tingles on his neck, not to mention the paperboy doing his rounds told him so. Crypt then. Witches and Slayer later.

In a practiced motion he withdrew a cigarette from his pocket and then the lighter. Fag in one hand. Xander in the other. Things were looking up.

Comments

[shaddyr]

I am intrigued.

Will there be more? I likey.

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

*isn't asking*

*just wants more*

:)

[moosesal.livejournal.com]

And then what? *pants for more*

[aimeelicious]

and then what? huh??

liked this. poor Xander.

[willshenilshe.livejournal.com]

Oh, now that's intriguing! Do you plan to go anywhere with this? If so, count me in for reading it. :-) If this is "all she wrote", though, it's smashing.

[dancetomato.livejournal.com]

I have been *very good* about not reading stories that make me weep, because SOMEONE *coughyoucough* told me not to. Then you post this which is sooooo good and now I'm all angsty and I want more and you are at work and so I'm left with angstus interruptus!

And boy, what a nice early Christmas present you have received. :-)

[dethb0y.livejournal.com]

mmm. they broke the poor little thing. I'm sure he's all sore and hurt, his little soul all beaten until it cries little pretty red tears like pretty little things always do at the end of it.

Please do write more :) I promise i've been a good boy all year, and this would make such a beautiful treat for christmas; like fresh cut diamonds and raw cut rubarb, so sharp and tart.

[essene.livejournal.com]

Unknown at this time if there will be more. It's sorta sniffing around back in my head, looking for a place to make itself comfortable.

[essene.livejournal.com]

*pets*

You're a good girl you are.

[essene.livejournal.com]

Dunno yet. Although, I'm pretty sure there's sex involved.

There usually is.

[essene.livejournal.com]

Poor thing.

Wish Spike thought so too. *grins evilly*

[essene.livejournal.com]

*whistles and looks innocent*

It was a FANTABULOUS PRESENT!!! I love the person who graced me with it.

[essene.livejournal.com]

Yep. He's broke. I wonder if he'll ever be fixed.

BTW? Rhubarb is yucky. *shudders at the childhood memories*

[essene.livejournal.com]

I truly don't know. I just got this flash of a picture and wrote it down. It seems like there SHOULD be more, doesn't it?

Hurt Xander--or Spike is sooooooooo tantalizing.

And thank-you!

[llaras.livejournal.com]

You can't just leave it there!

[moosesal.livejournal.com]

Sex is good. Sex is very, very good. We like sex. We likes it very much.

[dethb0y.livejournal.com]

I hope not. I hope he's so broken, That he curls up under a bed crying and sobbing, afraid of everything, even the people that want to help. And that he cuts himself up while spike tries to hold his hands, and that he stops eating.

And then, slowly, starts being subserviant to spike, because spike is his only attachment to reality and a world that does something other then hurt. And spike, instead of taking care of him and being a saint, uses him and abuses him, laughing inside as he breaks the boy the rest of the way so he's never, ever whole again, and just withers up.

Then again, whatever you write will, i am confident, be lovely :)

And rubarb owns, but only fresh cut.

[essene.livejournal.com]

*cackles evilly*

[lumenara.livejournal.com]

Oooh.

*waits with Ladycat*