darkhavens

Author: darkhavens
Title: At Play
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: G
Feedback: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Concrit: by email, please
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Notes: More baby!vamp!Xander drabbles.

Hide and Seek

The warehouse was pitch black; windows boarded inside and out, not even a single skylight to cast a shadow. Somewhere, amongst the pillars, freestanding walls and empty crates, Xander's sire had built himself a nest.

He scented the air, testing for Sire, for Spike, for sex, and caught a hint of leather on the breeze. The underlying smoke was old and faded, and he smiled. His sneaky Sire didn't miss a trick.

Carefully he picked his way around the dark perimeter, triangulating the scents as he'd been taught. Then he pounced.

"Clever childe, finding me so quickly. Knew you would."

Patience

"I know you lot always believed I didn't have the patience to follow through on any of my plans, and, well, you're right. Too impatient by half, that's my downfall and I know it, but that's no reason for you to be the same. A vampire doesn't last long if he doesn't have patience and a brain; he needs to know exactly when to move and when to wait. A case in point, as I'm sure you'll remember, was St Vigeous' Night. If I'd waited... well, we wouldn't be here now."

"But I'm hungry!"

"Patience, love. We've got all night."

Kitten Poker

The tension around the table was thick enough to chew, and Xander was fairly sure that Spike was cheating. Oh, he hadn't marked the deck, that had come straight out of its wrapper, and been counted, checked and shuffled for all to see. His lighter wasn't polished and on the table like it sometimes was, so he wasn't reading cards as they were dealt. No, it wasn't anything so obvious, but still, that grin meant Spike was a vampire with a plan.

"Royal Flush, the perfect hand to end this merry night on."

"Spike? How...?"

"Wait till we're outside, Pet."

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