Toothache
Gums sting as virgin fangs emerge through tender flesh of a mouth previously worshipped with french fries, candy bars and the blessed cool of vanilla ice–cream.
Xander is re–born, birthed by the bloody kiss of his new dark god; the god with the peroxide halo at whose feet he trembles and salivates in anticipation of passion eternal and a sea of blood.
"Who are you?" his master hisses, fingers entwined in Xander´s dark hair, forcing him to his knees.
"I am yours, Spike. Teach me."
Spike smiles. "You and me, Xan. We´re gonna bleed this fucking town dry".
The End
