Tuesday morning hate post

[druffine]

Tuesday sucks.
It's even worse than monday.
I need coffee.



I need a ficlet idea.
I need money.
I need a loving family.
I need ..someone.
I need a new life.

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This is for the lovely people who keep commenting on my little fic.

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RAIN PART 3

Xander's Point of View
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When I get off of work finally, it starts to rain. So fucking typical.

Couldn't have started earlier - no.. why should I get some time off on a day
like this? It's hard enough to get everything right when I am completely
concentrated. I wonder what I actually managed to mess up today. At least
it's Friday. No work ‘til Monday and I can't remember being that grateful
for that fact before.



I stop at ChocShock, a very little café that just opened and as the name
says, they have all things chocolately. I love their ice cream. I take way
more time today to eat my ice than I do usually but I really don't want to
face Spike right now. Yeah, I am hiding out, alright. Who wouldn't.



Spike made pretty clear how he sees things, prefers the crappy barracuda to
the crappy bed and human warmth. Just use the Xan-man, sex with evil killers
seems to be one of my hidden talents. Of course you can't compare Faith and
Spike - coz let's face it, Faith, wince, Spike is more than an adventure -
or maybe that's because he is male and I am a bit more happy with an
additional dick than with boobs in my bed.



Spike is kinda intense. Haven't felt that connected with someone in a long
time and hah, who'd have thought I'd say that about evil, undead, snarky,
annoying, gorgeous Spike.



And now? How do I behave around Spike now? Oh hi, Deadboy Jr., I know you hate me
but I'd like to fuck your ass again.. Yeah, that would be sooo - Fuck it. I
stand up and make my way home. I just have to wait and see and do what Spike
does or the opposite of it if it's gross.



Even before I reach the door I know he has already gone. Sudden sadness
sweeps over me when I step in the empty basement, finding the bed still
rumpled and the ropes still on the floor near the barracuda. Left behind
again..



I bite my lip hard. Don't be silly, idiot. You knew this was just a fuck,
was just a new way for the bleached blond to screw with your head - or your
dick. Urgh.



I go shower and change into more casual clothes and try not to think about
Spike at all but when I open the fridge and find it completely empty - I
remember again that I wanted to go grocery and blood shopping yesterday -
just before Spike jumped me to make.. casual sex. Fuck. He must be hungry.
Two days with nearly no blood. He has to be starving. Oh, and I care why
again. Fuck.



Thing is, the fridge holds nothing for me either and I am hungry. I'll go
over to the Magic Box, get some pizza or donuts there. Yes, plan. Wanted to
go there all along, has nothing to do with the fact that I may meet Spike
there. No. Patrol is an everyday duty. Evil has no holiday.



As soon as I am on the threshold of the Magic Box I can hear him.



"Oi bloody watcher, gimme some blood, told you what I know bout the
Lre'shal!"



For the first time I can't see something annoying in Spike, he is
practically begging for food!



I slam the door shut loudly, and it's enough to distract the watcher so
Spike can grab the blood bag.



"Oh look who was fired again!" Buffy exclaims and I'd have given her a dark
look if I wasn't so surprised by the flicker of interest, concern? in
Spike's eyes. Maybe..





Spike's Point of View
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Fuck you Rupert! Show a bit of empathy would you? I didn't kill your lot
when I was able to, even helped you kill Angelus and what do I get?

I am treated like the crippled pet nobody wants and poufy-hair gets the
niceties! It's not fucking fair.



"Oi, bloody watcher, gimme some blood, told you what I know 'bout the
Lre'shal!"

I am hungry and if you don't give me blood soon the pain in my tummy will
overwhelm the pain the chip inflicts and I'll rip your throat open and drink
you down!



He is here.



I hear his heartbeat speed up as soon as he is through the door.

I feel his eyes on me but I refrain from looking at him. He slams the door,
don't think on purpose, at least the watcher is not paying attention and I
can grab the two blood bags from him.



Slayer makes a comment 'bout the boy being fired again. Fuck, really? I look
over, sniff the air sharply and no, anger but not the hopelessness and
self-flagellation he usually stinks of when he lost his job again. Our eyes
meet very, very briefly and he makes me feel all funny. I have to get out of
here.



"Oh no - Xander! What happened this time?" Willow asks him and hugs him,
holds him back and I can vanish through the back door. Bloody hell, I forgot
it's raining!



I am completely drenched after only a few minutes. Hate the bloody rain.
Makes me even colder. Not gonna think about that. Not gonna bow down, submit
to Xander Harris just for a bit of body warmth and forgetfulness. Not gonna
happen. Right, not gonna happen again.



I drink the blood down right from the plastic bag, cold and disgusting as it
is, no way do I go back in there. Don't need their pity, don't need their
god damn mockery!



A while later the door opens and the whelp is shoved outside. Great.

"You go patrol.. I'll be with you in a few. Usual route. There won't be much
trouble while it rains like this." Slutty says and then closes the door. Boy
stands there, staring at his own feet, waiting for .. what? A written
invitation?



I turn around and start to go, seconds later I hear him following me. Usual
patrol minus banter and cigarettes. What a bloody beautiful night!

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Will post Part 3 and 4 of RAIN in one go tonight.