Darling, Pinch Me If I'm Dreaming: Part 1
by Geoffrey Alexander
Buffy the Vampire Slayer and her many friends are creations of Joss Whedon and, therefor, are his property. The storyline for "Darling..." is an original work and, therefor, my property. None of the characters besides the Author and Joss Whedon are mine.
The character depiction of Joss Whedon is not accurate. I have never met him and do not know his mannerism and/or appearance. The character Joss in no way reflects the real Joss.
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Part One
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He watched the Slayer with intense interest. Her form consumed his eyes and that razor sharp hunger for the blood of a Slayer again made it's way up from the depths of his stomach. She stalked the creatures of the night, unaware of her own stalker. He hid in the bushes, vigil for the opportune moment.
Finally, he cracked. His hunger and lust melted together and the result was a clumsy and foolish move. Tripping over his own feet, the stalker fell headlong from the cover of the underbrush to hit the cold asphalt of the street with a thud.
The Slayer turned on her heels, stake in hand and ready for action. The stalker struggled to his feet, brushing dirt from his deep blue suit jacket. He was, after all, dressed for a magnificent occasion: a Slayer's funeral. He kept his eyes on the ground, hiding from the beautiful women the only window into his devious plans. The Slayer slowly approached him.
"Angel?" she questioned. His lips curled into a sinister smile as he lifted his head.
"Sorry, B," he spoke in a calm and rational voice, "it's just me." He chuckled at his quirky rhyme.
"Oh, Xander," she said, a smile breaking across her face. It read relieves to see her dear friend. "What are you doing sneaking around?"
"I wanted to scare you," replied the smiling stalker as he closed in on her. "Did it work?"
"A little!" she laughed. However, that little laugh soon faded. Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Xander, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what, B?" he said innocently.
"Like you want me in the worst way!"
"I guess I'm just seeing you in a different light," he replied, still moving closer to her. "You know, the way the moon glistens off her perfectly shaped… neck."
"Thanks, I guess," she replied, slinking shyly away from her friend. Xander was really creeping her out! Neck? Usually, he's keen on complimenting her wardrobe, possible her hair, maybe her eyes, NEVER her NECK! She concluded Xander had been smoking something funky this evening.
The devilish smile never faded as the stalker kept moving in on her. That's what wigged Buffy the most: that evil grin. It seemed to say, 'I have something terribly wonderful planned for you.' It wasn't Xander's usual, 'I'm a wise-cracking sweetheart' grin. Something lurked behind the grin, something dark.
And before realization hit her, Buffy hit the cement, hard. Xander was on top of her and, to her shock and dismay, in full VAMPIRE mode! She screamed with disbelieve. Xander had been turned?!? Her best friend transformed to the walking dead. Xander could never be a heartless feeding machine! It wasn't in him.
Xander grinned, his pointed teeth glistening off a street lamp above. He wrapped his fingers through her hair and yanked, turning her head to the side. He began to lower his mouth to her neck to beginning feeding when he let out a small grunt. Then, he exploded into dust. And, like the wind, he was gone.
She sat up straight, looking for the Xander-Vamp's slayer. The street was empty. She took a deep breath and pulled her knees up to her chest. The air suddenly felt very cold. She let it all sink in. Xander was turned. And just like that, he was gone, forever. A glistening tear slid down her soft cheek.
Suddenly, a rough hand took her under the chin and lifted her head gently. The comforting eyes collided with a soothing voice.
"Why are you crying instead of slaying, B," Xander said, "You're the chosen Slayer, not Queen Water-works." His quirky smile flashed across his face. He helped her stand. Buffy felt week in the knees. The world was spinning. Xander was dead! But, he wasn't! What was going on?
Then, to add to the absurdity of the moment, Xander's and Buffy's eyes met. His luring gaze sent shivers down her back; good shivers, very much opposite the kind Xan-Vamp gave her. She became lost in his brown eyes and he in blues. And something felt right about it all, that idle silence that spoke more feelings then words ever could.
Before Buffy knew it, Xander's lips were wrapped tightly around hers, sending streams of sensations never experienced. As they kissed, they seemed to touch souls. The energies and feelings shared in one moment of extreme passion would be remembered for a lifetime...
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