Bits and Pieces of Buffy the Vampire Slayer

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“Why are you stalking me? I thought you hated me after all what happened with Willow.” He stood next Oz’s van, eyes gazing at him with dark eyes as green eyes stared back at him.

“I’m watching you. For some odd reason, you’re like candy to my wolf,” Oz said after a few moments of staring at each other. Xander just gave him a look before rolling his eyes.

“Fine, if you want to stalk me, the least you can do is upstairs, with your car parked instead of freezing your ass off,” he finally huffed, pushing away from the van and heading up the side of his house. He had often climbed in and out of his house before, knew just how to get up the side without any problems. Oz was quick to follow after him, slipping into the room.

The wolf came to a stop when he saw Xander sitting, cross legged, on his bed, text book before him and a notepad with a pen on it close by. Closing the window behind him, he found his own place to sit in the room, surrounded by the sweet scent of Xander.

He should have hated Xander, had wanted to, but his wolf hadn’t allowed him to. It had, in fact, forced him to think about what had happened with a clear mind and thought process. Despite what Willow said, it hadn’t all been Xander with the kissing, but also her and his wolf had scented the lie faster then he had detected it.

But now, here, in Xander’s room, he was finding himself oddly comfortable, if not surprised when the younger male pulled out a pair of glasses and slipped them on after a bit of time.