100 Strokes to Sleep 2/?
Waking up was sudden as Xander’s head connected sharply with the window as Spike took a turn too fast. He opened his eyes to the inside of Spike’s car, with its floor covered in bottles and the windows mostly blacked out with paint. The fact that Spike was driving, in the dark, with only a small paint-free spot to see through made Xander want to shut his eyes and go back to sleep.
Unfortunately he was awake; and painfully aware of his pulse as it throbbed through his head. Spike had hit him hard. He brought his hands up to his face and groaned as he realized they were tied together. This was bad.
“So, Spike, is there a plan here or are you just winging it?” And really, Xander knew that he should have a more deferential tone when talking to his kidnapper and most likely future killer, but his mouth had a bad habit of forgetting to consult his brain when it came to stuff like that. At Xander’s words Spike’s head turned sharply to look at him. This scared Xander in two ways, one, because a vampire was looking at him (generally scary not matter what the circumstances) and two, this meant that Spike was no longer looking through that small clear spot on the window to watch where he was driving.
“Heard of me, have you?” Spike asked, smirking.
“Only in the ‘you kidnapped me in high school’ kind of way.” Xander was proud of how his voice didn’t waver under Spike’s gaze. He watched Spike’s eyes narrow slightly, and then he took a big sniff, leaning closer to Xander as he did.
“Oh yeah, you’re one of the Slayer’s lackeys. Friends with the red-headed witch, right?” Spike finally focused his eyes back on the road and Xander breathed a small sigh of relief.
“Um, yeah. You hit me with a microscope.” Xander winced at the memory; that had really hurt. Of course the subsequent Willow-kissage and Cordelia break-up had hurt more. He’d really like to blame that part on Spike, but not only was it his own fault, but getting mad at Spike for ancient history didn’t seem like the wisest course of action right now.
“Oh yeah,” Spike chuckled. Xander glared at him, stupid vampire; that was not funny.
His anger temporarily overrode his common sense, as was revealed with his next question. “So, did Drusilla ever take you back?” He immediately wished he could take back the question, but judging by the look on Spike’s face, that was no longer an option.
“We’ve decided to take a break for a while.” To the un-initiated, Spike made it sound like it had been his idea, but Xander was familiar with that brand of denial and suspected that that wasn’t the whole truth. It’s not like vampires had anything against lying. However, instead of pressing the issue, which his mouth really wanted to do, his brain finally seized control and clamped down on any more questions or comments. He just nodded instead.
The car was silent for a while, and they exited the highway and started taking more frequent turns. Xander had no idea where they were since the windows were blacked out, and he didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious. It was still dark out though, so they probably hadn’t gone too far. Not that it mattered, since his chances of seeing the next dawn were probably slim.
Finally they turned into a driveway and came to a stop. Spike got out of the car and closed his door. Then came around to Xander’s side and opened his door, grabbing his arm and pulling him out. “Welcome to Oxnard, pet.”