"You move, it hurts. You don't, it won't hurt as bad." Xander gave the typical warning.

"I hate this part," Gerry muttered.

The Guardian Xander held suspended didn't move and squeezed her eyes closed. He lowered his head to nuzzle her neck, loving the smell of a woman's skin almost as much as he did the taste of her blood. Normally, he didn't dampen the pain for the Guardians, who felt the full length of his four inch incisors enter their necks. But he had a soft spot for women anyway and granted what little mercy he was willing to.

She jerked as his fangs sank into her neck. A few feet away, Gerry flinched. Xander drank as much as he did from male Guardians. Easing her pain cost him nothing, but he wasn't about to go hungry.

She slid into unconsciousness after a few minutes, and her body went limp. He wrapped an arm around her but continued to feed. Her heart started to slow.

Xander withdrew, sealed the wound with a flick of his tongue and licked his fangs free of every drop of blood he could. The rich smell of blood was in his nose, the taste and scent almost as good as fucking.

He lifted the Guardian over his shoulder and faced Gerry.

"I really wish they would listen," Gerry said, shaking his head. He let an uneasy smile slip free.

"It only takes once."

"Is she alive enough to Travel?"

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"Take her and find out."

Gerry cursed. Xander grinned. The station chief almost lost a second Guardian Xander drained close to death and learned the hard lesson that the near-dead should never Travel.

"It's a long walk home," Gerry said. "I guess I should be grateful you don't kill them."

Xander said nothing. They walked around the building to the front, and he passed off the unconscious woman to Gerry.

"Why don't you kill them?" he asked, grunting as he shifted her over his shoulder.

"I have nothing to gain by it," Xander said with a shrug.

"Can't teach that lesson to the rest of those monsters you created?" Gerry asked.

"G'night, Gerry."

The Guardian sighed and turned, starting the long walk towards LA. Xander watched him for a short while before returning to the beach to finish his Tai Chi.

He just slid into the zone when his phone rang. Xander snatched it.

"Hey, X, we need your unique set of services." The caller was none other than Dusty, the leader of the White God's vampire killing operations for the Western Hemisphere.

"Ask Jule to moderate," Xander replied.

"Jonny requested you. All three of them are locked up on this one, and the Watchers are getting pissy with us."




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