Weak as I am, no tears for you
Staring at Xander I was wondering what the hell he was doing here anyway. Not like there's any love lost between him, C and Wesley. From the way I remember things Wes and Xand never really got along and Xander was C's ex-meat. He already dropped the kid off on her fun little adventure to the mother country, and B was...well, B wasn't here. Not like Xander and I were ever quality pals or anything. Sure, we got down that one time and then I pretty much tried to strangle him to death and it all went downhill from there.
I hated it. I was looking into Xander's face and suddenly I saw him pinned beneath me, my hands wrapped tightly around his throat. Him gasping for breath before the baseball inevitably hits me in the back of the head and I'm out for the count. Blinking I looked away from him back out the window again. As soon as I turned my eyes away I heard it. A loud shot resounding through the air, that seemed to echo through the house.
"Did you hear that?" I jumped up from my spot, and by how fast Xander moved to stand behind me at the window it was obvious he had heard it too.
Peering into the dark I saw two figures standing on the front lawn. A smaller girl with her hands wrapped tightly around Wesley's throat. Swallowing hard I realized it was Buffy and Wes. I was about to spring into action when I saw Wes pass out and Buffy starting to heft him toward the car.
"Fuck!" I cursed, as I ran out of the room and raced down the stairs at lightning speed. Or well, as fast as my legs would carry me, which to be fair is pretty fucking fast. I made it to the porch just as the car peeled out and drove away. "Fuck!" I yelled again, running out to the street anyway, only being able to watch as that bitch drove away with my watcher.
Whipping around I saw Xander standing in the doorway with his mouth agape. Jogging towards him I blew past him into the living room. "Where does Buffy keep the weapons?" I asked him. He seemed to be in shock cause he just stood there for a minute. But who the fuck knows where B was goin' with Wes, I needed to act fast. Fuck. I didn't know what to do. "Now, Xander!" I barked at him.
I hated it. I was looking into Xander's face and suddenly I saw him pinned beneath me, my hands wrapped tightly around his throat. Him gasping for breath before the baseball inevitably hits me in the back of the head and I'm out for the count. Blinking I looked away from him back out the window again. As soon as I turned my eyes away I heard it. A loud shot resounding through the air, that seemed to echo through the house.
"Did you hear that?" I jumped up from my spot, and by how fast Xander moved to stand behind me at the window it was obvious he had heard it too.
Peering into the dark I saw two figures standing on the front lawn. A smaller girl with her hands wrapped tightly around Wesley's throat. Swallowing hard I realized it was Buffy and Wes. I was about to spring into action when I saw Wes pass out and Buffy starting to heft him toward the car.
"Fuck!" I cursed, as I ran out of the room and raced down the stairs at lightning speed. Or well, as fast as my legs would carry me, which to be fair is pretty fucking fast. I made it to the porch just as the car peeled out and drove away. "Fuck!" I yelled again, running out to the street anyway, only being able to watch as that bitch drove away with my watcher.
Whipping around I saw Xander standing in the doorway with his mouth agape. Jogging towards him I blew past him into the living room. "Where does Buffy keep the weapons?" I asked him. He seemed to be in shock cause he just stood there for a minute. But who the fuck knows where B was goin' with Wes, I needed to act fast. Fuck. I didn't know what to do. "Now, Xander!" I barked at him.