Um....So Where do They go Spike?Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rated: open for everyone
Drabble
by: vamptasticA
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just the weird thoughts in my head.
Dedicated to: My girly girl
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xnosferatux who I occasionally drive round the bend
with these sorts of questions. ;) (hee hope you like it luvy)
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"So....Spike...."
The moon was bright that night illuminating the gravestones and forgotten mausoleums with silver and inky black shadows.
"Bloody....buggerin...."
Loud curses and the occasional crash and thump can be heard loudly in the otherwise peaceful midnight hour.
"You never did answer my question." Xander Harris called out to the battling vampire currently sailing through the air to land at the bottom of the head marker Xander sat on, cross-bow on his lap all but ignored.
"Could..............grrrrrrraaaa......" Spike growled out around the Gridnac's huge paws as it picked him up by the throat and shook him like one of Dru's dolls. "Help....me out here....HARRiisssss...."
The last bit of Xanders name came out as a hiss as Spikes hand hit the back of a stone cross and the smell of burnt flesh filled the night.
"Good god that stinks. Could you try and NOT get crispy fried Spike?" Xander asked waving his hand in front of his face and holding his nose between his fingers. "And you KNOW I can't do anything...." He continued talking hopping off the stone and landing on his feet, clutching the bow in one hand and his nose in the other. "You know damn well you're the only one here, Boy Peroxide, that's strong enough to...."
The sound of simultaneous ripping and an unearthly howl made Xander drop his bow, let go of his nose and cover his ears instead, as Spike roared triumphantly.
"Yeah..well....." The bruised and bloodied vampire said, grinning wickedly around his fangs and looking down at the now withering and slowly dissolving mass of gelatinous goo under his Doc's, " Piss off to you to mate."
Xander just shook his head used to Spike's antics and slowly dropped his hands from his ears and grabbed his discarded cross-bow from the ground. Walking up to the only barely winded vampire Xan proceeded to finish his last statement as if nothing had interrupted him. "...Rip off his ears."
Spike grinned even wider at that and held up said ears in between his two bloodied fingers, "Got em, Mate." He said lifting his brow in mock, Woo hoo lookit the vampire go, fashion.
"And that brings me back to my question." Xander said thoughtfully as they turned simultaneously away from the steaming pile and started out of the cemetary. "What's that Harris?" Spike asked as he tossed the ears over his shoulder and continued on beside the human.
"Where do your eyebrows go when you vamp?"
The moon shone down on them as they passed through the rusted gates of Sunnydale's Home for the Happily Interred and not a sound was heard as they continued onwards towards home.
Except for...
"Harris? Anyone tell you, you're just to weird for bloody words sometimes?"
THE END.
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