Title: Sunday, Bloody Sundae
Pairing: Spike/Xander and Dru of Buffy
Rating: NC-17 for grue
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Notes: The continuing past and future adventures of baby!vamp!Xander.
Ding Dong Bell
Xander snatched Spike's pillow out from beneath his head, holding it over his face and ears in an attempt to muffle the bells. Church bells, three sets, all within two blocks of their present lair in a grungy, cheap motel. All ringing out discordant Sunday morning hallelujahs. It was enough to make a baby vampire cry.
Spike, who had woken when his head bounced off the mattress, rolled onto his side and eyed his pillow.
"I know, luv. But we're only here for another couple of days. Once we're done we'll have ourselves some fun eating the bell ringers."
Just Like Cherries
Dru insisted they let her serve them breakfast in bed, but they weren't expecting bloody ice cream sundaes.
She carried the tray high with pompous ceremony betrayed by giggles, and presented it with a flourish that almost tipped the whole lot over.
Xander took one sniff and recognised the blood as Willow's, applauding Dru's inventiveness with glee.
"I looked and looked but I couldn't find cherries, not even the heartless ones they keep in little glass prisons. The sauce was easy; the sprinkles are chocolate chips, the Kitten's favourites, but the cherries… Eyeballs pop between your teeth just the same."