Title: Zeppo No More 1/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: After being attacked by a demon Xander is on the verge of death. The only thing to keep him from being six feet under is for Spike to turn him.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 7. No First or Potentials but the Initiative did remove the chip from Spike's head. Anya was the one to leave Xander at the alter because I don't like that they wrote Xander like that.
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd

Prompt #386 from tamingthemuse- Nerve Gas

Note: From now on most of my tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.

It was Xander's and Spike's night to patrol. Spike wanted Buffy to have some quality time with Dawn so Buffy thought a girls night in with Dawn and Willow with chick flicks and ice cream was just the thing.

Xander was in a mood much to Spike's distaste. Whenever the boy was moody, he was moody. "What's got your knickers in a bunch this time?" Spike asked.

"I don't wear knickers. I wear boxer. And nothing is wrong. Mind your own business," Xander snapped at Spike.

Spike rolled his eyes. Humans were so emotional. "Come on tell old Spike what's wrong. You fuck up at work again?"

"No!" Xander yelled narrowing his eyes. "You know for being a souled vampire you are still a dick."

"I'm just making conversation," Spike replied with a grin. Sure he had the soul but that didn't mean he didn't have a mean streak. Humans did so why not souled vampires?

Xander kept his mouth shut he wasn't about to give Spike an ammunition to his already crappy day. "Let's just finish patrolling so I can go home and get thoroughly trashed."

That comment surprised Spike. The last time Xander even touched a beer was the night Anya left him at the alter. He was about to be serious and ask what was wrong but Spike was interrupted by a demon not even twenty feet away. "Shit," he whispered it was loud enough to get Xander's attention.

"What?" Xander asked his eyes looking in the dark. He then spotted it. The demon was at least eight feet tall with beady red eyes. It didn't really seem to have a mouth or nose; it looked more like a gas mask. There was a large hole in its throat. "What is that thing?"

"Hydrain," Spike answered as he eyed the demon. "I'll take care of it. Just stay here."

Xander's bad mood went from bad to worse. "Look, Spike. I know we don't get along that great and that I'm only human but I have helped fight demons before. Bigger than this one."

"I'm not questioning your ability to fight. This demon is different. They have…" Spike was interrupted when he was grabbed by the Hydrain. It had him by the shoulders and shook him so hard his head bounced back and forth. Just when Spike was about to make his move Xander came out of nowhere slammed his stake into the Hydrain's shoulder. "Xander, no!"

The Hydrain tossed Spike like a rag doll and turned his sights onto Xander. It grabbed Xander by the throat and picked him up off the ground. Before Xander knew what was happening smoke was coming out of the hole of the demon's throat.

"NO!" Spike yelled. It was too late the damage had been done. He scrambled to his feet and rushed at the pair. With all his strength he plunge the knife he kept in his boot into the Hydrain's skull. It let go of Xander who crumbled to the ground before falling face first beside him.

Xander couldn't breathe. He clawed at his throat hoping that it would help. It didn't.

"You dumb son of a bitch!" Spike snarled as he sank down beside Xander. "You never listen!"

"W-what…" Xander couldn't get any more words out.

"It's a type of nerve gas. It's shutting down your respiratory system," Spike explained. He ran a hand through Xander's dark hair.

Tears prickled Xander's eyes. "Hospital," he croaked out.

Spike shook his head. "It's too late," he said softly.." He watched as Xander's face turned blue and he realized he couldn't let him die. "I'm sorry," Spike said before letting his fangs descend.

The last thing Xander remember before the darkness took over was Spike's fangs sliding into his throat.