If Unlife Is A Bowl of Virgin Hearts
Tuesday, August 29, 2000
"Where the hell have you been?"
Spike blinked several times in shock at Xander's incensed tone, then narrowed
his eyes and stated, "Well, fuck you, too."
The late setting sun shone through the dappled trees, casting the camp in a
shadowy light. Xander rose from his bedroll and stalked over to where Spike
straddled the Hawk, having just killed the engine. The brunette jerked his
thumb. "Off."
"What twisted your bollocks in a knot?" Spike said, climbing off the bike. He
was seriously confused, and a bit irritated. He finally had been able to shove
aside his trouble thoughts and chalk it up to having a bad day. Simply because
he was a demon didn't mean unlife was always a bowl of virgin hearts.
"Gee, Spike, I wonder," Xander replied, a sardonic bite to his voice. "Could
it be that I have places to go and no bike to get there?"
"Hey now, it's my ride, too, y'know," Spike growled, anger beginning to
override his confusion.
"No, it's not," Xander said coldly. "I bought the Hawk using money
I earned. You are just an annoying parasite who takes
advantage of my generosity."
"A parasite?" Spike stared incredulously at him.
"Yeah, a parasite," Xander repeated, climbing onto the bike and kicking her
into gear. He continued over the hum of the engine, "You're worse than the stuff
that sticks to a piece of gum that's stuck to the bottom of a shoe."
That... hurt, Spike realized. It actually hurt. If felt as if someone
sucker-punched him. "Right then," he said. His cheeks pulled in drastically as
he set his jaw. "I'll just scrape myself off your shoe and get the hell out of
your way." Not waiting for Xander to reply, he pivoted on his heel and stormed
away from the boy. It wouldn't take long to get his gear together, since he
hadn't unpacked. Then, he was gone.
End
