Title: Speed Demons
Pairing/Chars: Spike/Xander, Connor, Angelus
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Not all demons move fast
Notes: More in the baby!vamp!Xander 'verse.
Xander bounced, fidgeted and nattered incessantly.
"Never again, do you hear me, luv? I catch you snacking down on one more speed freak and, I swear, I'll make you sorry you were ever turned."
The snarled words bounced, unnoticed, off the back of Xander's head and Spike considered using brute force. Just one good kick - a solid steel toecap to the skull would take him down for sure, but oh gods, the whining when he woke. The last time it had taken Spike six hours to shut him up, and only then by screwing him unconscious. Now there's a plan…
His heart beat once every five minutes and seventeen seconds, and no one had a clue about why or how or what it meant. Or no one told.
He took two weeks to rise and take his first real sip of Sire's blood - a mouthful drawn and swallowed at Angelus' dark insistence. After that, he hunted on his own.
The rumours spread like wildfire - a sea of Chinese whispers. Daywalker. Not a real vampire. Angelus' son. A demon from the darkest pits of hell, drawn out to rule the world.
Even Connor didn't have a clue, he could only guess.