That was weird. I didn't like that other Xander.. not at all. I'd have my way with him eventually, though. He was no fun. All screams and running like a scared little kitten. I wanted my big strong Xander, my killer... not a little boy. Little boys are kinda fun to play with, but they don't make good playmates.
Left the graveyard and went back into town. There had to be willing lackeys somewhere; there always are. Little soldiers waiting to be led into war. And this was my war. Mine and my girl's. Well, not so much a war as an easy invasion. We would rule this Sunnydale.. together. There'd be so much fear... I smiled. The thought was making me all hot and giving my tummy the rumblies all over again. Needed minions first. Then recess.
Sorry about the shortness, guys! :(