The Harsh Light of Day

Note: I
am sufficiently satisfied with the reviews I have received after my notice.
Certain people have knocked some sense into me saying that I have a much larger
yet quieter audience. You know who you are. Thank you for the support. Although
I would still like to receive reviews. Keep sending them. I just might change
my mind up and put up the notice again. Thank you everyone.

 

The Harsh Light of Day

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Chapter 6

 

It was Saturday. It was dark out. Spike had woken up
way before sunset. He looked around for the warm body he knew would not be
there. Today was the day Xander was with Angel. He was still slightly miffed.
He hadn’t checked the clock yet, but Xander should be home soon if not already.
He had promised he would be home by the time spoke woke up, and if not by nine
o’clock at that latest. It couldn’t have been too long after sunset. He got up
and looked at the clock on the dresser on the other end of their bedroom. 11:00
pm. Shit! He had slept away the whole. And Xander still wasn’t home. The week
had been fine. He and Xander had kept to themselves without much interruption;
save a few telemarketers that were automatically put on Spike’s “to kill” list.
Xander had to literally drag himself out Spike’s grip in order to go out with
Angel tonight. Angel. There was another thought. He didn’t have the chance to
even think of Angel in the midst of his Xander-thon. There was something up
with that vamp. Just uneasy. He hadn’t made any advances during the week after
the bar incident. Although they hadn’t left on great terms then had they. And
it was very unlike his Peaches to stay out late with anyone un-notified.
Something didn’t feel right.

Spike sat down and turned on the
television. He couldn’t shake the bad feeling he had. He got up to get a bag of
blood. It wasn’t till then he thought to check the message that hand been
posted on the door.

Spike immediately tensed, almost as
if he knew what was written before he read it.

Spike-

Since you’re awake I bet you
just noticed that something was missing. Too bad about Xander though. He’s
okay. He’s having loads of fun.

Don’t know how long it will last
though. He’s a funny little guy. Smart too. He caught on quick. Struggled like
a puppy caught in wire. There’s an idea. He can be my puppy. Too bad though.
Eventually he will stop amusing me. Don’t know what I will do then.

And I’m sure you don’t want to
find. We. We’re in L.A. come on over if you have the time.

Angel~

P.S. Prepare to pay up.

Spike silently crumpled the note in
his hands. He did so hard that the paper actually disintegrated, and that is
hard for paper. He flashed into game face and out just as quickly, trying to
get a grip on his rage. He got a hold of himself and sorted this out.

[[Okay Spike. Get a grip. Get your
facts straight. Okay… okay then. Angel took off. He took of with Xander.

To L.A.

Where I am supposed to go and rescue him.

I’m not going to tell the group.

Should I?

No. Too much turmoil. Those gits will just ruin everything.

But what will they be ruining.

Okay gotta come up with a plan.

Get in the car. Drive to L.A. beat
the bloody hell outta Peaches, and then bring Xander home. I won’t be paying
nothin’. ]] He had his thoughts collected. Now all he had to do was get in the
car. It had all jus started to settle. His Xander had been taken from him. To a
place where he had no clue what was going on.

He shot out of the house and into the car. It revved
to life. He was plagued by his thoughts. His rage. But was that all. He could
feel more, deep beneath the rage hiding until he calmed down. He had to try
with all his might to stay pissed off. If he didn’t all those other emotions
would flood through his brain and send him into a lapse of some sort. It was
love, rage, impatience, curiosity, and above all fear. Put them all together
and you have one lethal weapon. He drove for some time with the same things
flying through his head over and over. The same things. As he pulled up in
front of the large hotel he let one more thing cross his mind, before putting
out his cigarette. [[What the hell kind of idiot does Angel think he is?
Superman? This was Xander, and a pissed off me. He is so in deep shit.]]

 

 

 

Note: I have decided to let people give
their idea of what should happen. There will be less people upset if they are
into this stuff deeply.

 

Don’t get mad at me if you don’t gett yot you
want. All of my stories are predetermined. I don’t type it till I have the
whole story line down. You can’t shift it in a big way, but small details can
be put in. let me know what you think of this plan. Is it good bad, or just
send me your thoughts.