White Sandy Beaches
Wednesday, August 30, 2000
Xander squinted behind his sunglasses in the bright August sunlight, staring
across the bright white Pacific. The stretch of white sandy beach he was on was
deserted, rocky crags providing privacy on either side of him. He'd camped at
the beach the night before and would do so again this coming night... and the
next and the next until he felt ready to face his old friends. He'd left a note
for Spike at the other campsite -- leaving without a word was something Xander
would never do -- telling the vampire where he'd be. He didn't know if Spike
would show up at the beach or not, nor did he rightly care.
The sound of the waves crashing on the beach was a soothing balm to Xander's
worries. As soon as he'd awoken, he'd shed his clothing and slathered himself
with a strong sunscreen, using a special sunscreen on his genitals. He didn't
need to get a sunburn down there.
Sitting on his shirt with his legs extended, Xander leaned back on his
forearms and looked out over the ocean. No one had bothered him since he'd
arrived at the beach, just as he'd hoped. He allowed the salty breeze to blow
the cobwebs from his mind. Although almost everything was white with his crazy
vision, not being pressured to distinguish what he saw made it more calming that
headache-inducing.
He was still fairly upset with his behavior at Willy's. The fight had been
primarily self-defense, but it shouldn't have happened at all. He knew he was a
human going into a demon establishment. His only reason for being there was to
give Spike the Hawk's keys. Stopping for a drink had been simply foolish.
Xander sighed. What was done, was done. He couldn't change it, and dwelling
on it did nothing but piss him off. He focused on the sand by his feet and,
using his mind, created a tiny tornado by charging certain air molecules and
killing others in a circular pattern.
"Interesting," a melodic deep voice commented from behind Xander. "Do you
work magicks or are you telekentic?"
Xander jerked in surprise, the mini-tornado collapsing as he looked behind
him. He blinked several times as his brain worked to decipher what he saw.
Behind him stood a tall, lanky male. On the surface, he looked human, but his
electro-molecular patter showed that he was definitely not.
"Um... hi," Xander said warily.
"Hello." The male smiled, walked around Xander and crouched by his feet. The
guy picked up a handful of sand and let it run through his fingers. "I am called
Lilac. And you?"
"Xander," Xander replied, pulling his knees up for modesty's sake.
"You need not hide yourself, Xander, for I do not plan to hide myself," Lilac
said, spreading his arms slightly. His tackle was rather impressive. He was also
rather aroused.
A corner of Xander's mouth turned up. "Is that an invitation or a threat?" he
asked. He wasn't afraid. There was only one being on Earth he feared anymore,
and that was himself.
"It is an invitation," Lilac replied. "You are an aesthetically pleasing
specimen. I would like very much to lay with you."
Xander threw his head back and laughed. Amusement chased away any wariness he
felt about the non-human. "Do you often proposition strangers sunbathing in the
nude?"
"Yes," Lilac responded bluntly.
Still chuckling, Xander scooted over and patted the corner of the shirt
spread beneath him. "Have a sit down," he invited with a smile.
End
