Title – Copied By Fear
Rated –
Summary – The revenge that backfired.
The Scoobies all sat around the Magic Box one afternoon. Anya
stood behind the cash register starring down the door, waiting for someone to
walk through. Dawn sat at the table working on her homework with Spike sitting
next to her,
Xander looked
at the CD player next to him behind the counter. “Does anybody mind if I put a
CD player on?” Xander asked looking through the CD collection near it. Everyone
responded with a shake of the head or a ‘no’. “Any requests…” Dawn jumped excitedly,
preparing to state hers, “That isn’t a pop band.” Dawn moaned, defeated, going
back to her homework.
Xander picked a
CD he liked opening the lid to the player. He stopped abruptly seeing what had
been left in the player. Xander removed the Sex Pistols CD, turning to face the
group of people sitting around the table. “Does anyone know how this got in
here?” he asked holding the CD for display. Everyone looked to Xander, seeing
what the CD was they all shifted their stares to Spike.
“What?” he
asked looking guilty. “I don’t know how it bloody got there!” he said defensively.
“Well then,”
Xander continued, “I guess nobody will mind if I...” He began to bend the CD
threateningly. Spike jumped up out of his seat and moved so fast he was almost
a blur to everyone. He grabbed for his CD as Xander moved to defend himself
from Spike’s attack. Spike tried to wrap his arms around Xander, preventing him
from getting away. Xander struggled in his grasp, twisting to and fro as Spike’s
hands got closer and closer to his CD. Spike spun Xander around clasping his
hands around Xander’s. After a few more minutes of struggling everyone heard a ‘snap!’
that echoed through the room as everyone went silent.
Spike’s eyes
went wide at the sound. Xander opened his hands revealing the broken CD. “Oh
man, that was all you. I was only joking!”
Spike took the
broken shards in his hands looking pitiful. He fell to his knees, still
clasping the pieces in his hands, as he raised his arms above his head,
yelling, “NO!” When he had expelled his despair, he
climbed to his feet, pieces still in hand. Spike faced Xander, full vamp face,
snarling at him in anger and rage. Xander looked back at him carefully, afraid
that Spike may pounce. Spike went back to his human façade as he turned to
leave, grabbing his traveling blanket as he went.
“Well, I think
that went well.” Xander said, relaxing greatly since Spike left, continuing to
play a CD.