Assignment 8

coe42@aol.com

Title: Chance Beating
Author: Karen.
Rating: Pg13
Disclaimer: Joss.
Feedback: Yes now.


Blood was running nonstop into Oz's eyes. He wiped it away for the tenth
time. Offering his hand to Spike, Oz looked away as the vampire licked the
liquid free. It was necessary. Spike had been rammed through the middle with
a giant chunk of fence. Oz was bleeding. Spike needed blood. It was natural.

Spike let go of his hand. Oz noticed with a detached stare that his hand was
the only part of his body that was clean. "Thanks mate. I owe you one."

"You owe me more. Got me into this mess, remember?" Oz wiped at his head
again, debating whether or not it would be better to just let Spike drain the
blood right from his skull. At least he'd be able to see again. Not that he
needed to see. He could smell the vampires around him. On three sides, they
were coming in. Spike and Oz were backed up against the fourth side, trapped.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I didn't know you were here. Come to think of it, I
didn't know they were here." He pointed at the vamps. "I was just out for a
walk. Patrol, actually."

Oz frowned. Spike was patrolling. A vampire was hunting vampires. It never
got old with him how things were so ass backwards in Sunnydale.

Grabbing a crate, Oz smashed it against the wall. It splintered into
weaponry. Snatching a particularly pointy edged one, Oz closed his eyes to
clear the blood. He handed another piece to Spike. "Can you do this?"

"Kick ass? Yes! I've been doing it for centuries." Spike grunted in pain.
"Watch that little one, he rammed a rod through my intestines." Spike inched
himself painfully up the wall. "Let's do this, Oz, before I pass out."

Oz nodded once. The vampires sensed it. They started moving forward again.
Probably smelling Oz's blood, and wanting to taste. He glanced at Spike. His
chest was heaving with pain, disturbing since he didn't need air to breathe.
"Go."

Oz leapt over the impromptu trash barrier they'd built as the vampires had
originally beaten them into the corner. But Oz hadn't had a weapon then.
Spike crashed into the small vampire with the ugly blazer and knocked him to
the cement, leaving five for Oz. Oz shrugged and charged.

He slammed into a surprised Leif Erikson type and pulled the stake up. He got
a glancing blow to the chest before the tip sank into flesh. Oz felt rib bone
and swore. He was off by an inch. Leif responded by hefting Oz up into the
air and licking him. Oz grunted as the vampire took advantage of his head
wound. Oz slipped his body around like a cat, slipping back down to the
asphalt of the alley behind the 7-Eleven.

Spike had managed to get his stake into the little guy's chest. But the dust
explosion had blinded him. A free vampire leapt on him. Oz winced as he saw
fresh wounds on Spike's back. Oz turned away as Leif tried to scoop him up.
Letting the Wolf seep through, Oz growled and attacked. Stunned by the half
claws, half stake approach he fell backward just long enough for Oz to ram
the stake home. It cracked against a rib, jarring Oz but Leif burst like a
rotten orange.

Oz leapt back and ran for where Spike was. Spike was already on his feet
though, the wounds on his chest were closing up and leaving angry red welts.
Oz hopped it was natural for that to happen and not because Spike had been
drinking Wolf's blood. Spike rounded on another vampire.

Oz saw one creeping and launched his stake. It flew straight as an arrow,
until perigration caught it and it turned, hitting the stunned vampire in the
head. Hands grabbed Oz from behind. He was lifted into the air again. "This
is because I'm short, isn't it?" He asked, as the vampire buried its fangs
into his throat.

Spike managed to get behind the bastard as Oz used his smaller stature to
swing his legs up and kick the bastard in the head. Startled by the blow to
the head, the vampire let go of Oz's throat. Carried by momentum, Oz tumbled
to the ground.

Spike spun the guy around, "What's up then? Starting with my friend? I'm the
bad ass. Fight me." The guy pounded Spike in the face. Spike reeled, "Ow my
bloody fucking nose!" Spike slammed his hand into the guy's throat. Several
bones cracked, wither in Spike's hand or the guy's neck. Oz was getting dizzy
from blood loss and couldn't be sure.

Oz climbed back to his feet. He was pretty sure Spike had the last vampire.
But just in case, he scrabbled around for another chunk of wood. Tripping
over an unconscious vamp, he thought it was the one he'd hit in the face with
the stake, Oz finished him off.

He walked over to where Spike and the last vampire were trading blows. Oz
stood there watching for a second. Tapping the vampire on the shoulder, Oz
waited. The guy spun and Oz slammed the stake into his surprised chest.

Spike shook his bloody fist. "I coulda taken him."

Oz nodded. "I know man."

"I coulda," Spike swung a coupla times. "And then," more air moves. "Then
finished off by ripping his bloody head off." Spike stood down, relaxing.

Oz kept nodding along, "I know."

"Then why's ya stop me?"

"I'm bleeding to death." Oz took his hand away from the mess of his throat.

"Oh right, hospital then?"

"Spike," Oz asked.

"Yeah Oz?"

"Catch me." Oz tumbled forward. Spike caught him a few inches from the
ground.

"That's a yes then?"

The End.