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tamingthemuseTitle: Hellmouth Recidivism 8
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 431 - Spatchcock
Words: 563
Warnings: This may be double posted, cuz I already posted once and got a message about a 'scheduled' post and it hasn't shown up yet, so I'm posting it again
Xander stared down at the bagged blood with a blank look on his face. Waking up a vampire and not freaking out was different from actually dealing with the day to day minutia that kept up his vampiric state. "I know in my head that this is a healthy and balanced breakfast, but at the same time, I was human yesterday and EW."
"Would you prefer a nice chicken dish?" Angel asked dryly.
"Well, duh. I do know it wouldn't do anything for me though." He took a deep steadying breath and held the cool bag up to his mouth.
"Here." Angel snatched it out of his hand just as Xander screwed up his eyes in distaste and bit down. His teeth clacked together through the empty air. "Give me that before you strain something. Drinking it cold is like eating a steak still raw. It might have the same nutrition, but it's disgusting and unnecessary."
"You've made yourself drink it that way more than once haven't you." Xander asked slyly, knowing Angel's penchant for self punishment. The way the older vampire couldn't quite meet his eyes was answer enough.
"I've been drinking blood since the 1700s. We haven't always had the luxury of blood banks, and it was only possible to drink what animal blood you could buy cold from the butchers. Wanting your blood human or warm meant either killing your victim and leaving bodies laying about or worrying that they would report you to the authorities. Vampires burn just as easily as those accused of witchcraft."
"Are you seriously giving me a 'when I was your age' lecture right now?" Xander asked, bemused.
Angel paused in shock, frozen where he was retrieving the warmed bag from the microwave."I suppose I am. My age must be catching up with me." He tore open the bag and carefully poured it into a glass. He presented the cup to Xander with an exagerated flourish. "Just because we're drinking blood doesn't mean we need to be uncivilized about it. Presentation is important to the culinary arts."
"Deadboy's got jokes."
"Do you have to call me that? I was hoping that you would have grown out of that with the body switch."
"You're about as likely to get Spike to stop calling you Peaches."
"Peaches?" Spike asked from the doorway. He looked tired and worn out, but at least he wasn't screaming anymore. He grinned at Angel. It was a ghost of a true smile, but the bare bones of humor were there. "I like it."
Angel sighed, "Now look what you've done."
Xander grinned at him. "Let me guess. In your day you respected your elders."
Angel snorted, "Hardly. I spent all my time drunk in an attempt to escape and punish my strictly religious father. Darla was only one whore of many, it was rather inevitable that I came across something darker among all the undesirables I spent my time with."
Xander glanced down at the cup that he had been idly rolling from hand to hand. It was empty with only the stained dregs of blood around the edges. He licked his lips thoughtfully for a moment, chasing the taste in his mouth. It wasn't as unpleasant as he'd thought. He tipped the cup at Angel. "Sneaky. Distract the human thinking process and provide it with something familiar to muscle memory."
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 431 - Spatchcock
Words: 563
Warnings: This may be double posted, cuz I already posted once and got a message about a 'scheduled' post and it hasn't shown up yet, so I'm posting it again
Xander stared down at the bagged blood with a blank look on his face. Waking up a vampire and not freaking out was different from actually dealing with the day to day minutia that kept up his vampiric state. "I know in my head that this is a healthy and balanced breakfast, but at the same time, I was human yesterday and EW."
"Would you prefer a nice chicken dish?" Angel asked dryly.
"Well, duh. I do know it wouldn't do anything for me though." He took a deep steadying breath and held the cool bag up to his mouth.
"Here." Angel snatched it out of his hand just as Xander screwed up his eyes in distaste and bit down. His teeth clacked together through the empty air. "Give me that before you strain something. Drinking it cold is like eating a steak still raw. It might have the same nutrition, but it's disgusting and unnecessary."
"You've made yourself drink it that way more than once haven't you." Xander asked slyly, knowing Angel's penchant for self punishment. The way the older vampire couldn't quite meet his eyes was answer enough.
"I've been drinking blood since the 1700s. We haven't always had the luxury of blood banks, and it was only possible to drink what animal blood you could buy cold from the butchers. Wanting your blood human or warm meant either killing your victim and leaving bodies laying about or worrying that they would report you to the authorities. Vampires burn just as easily as those accused of witchcraft."
"Are you seriously giving me a 'when I was your age' lecture right now?" Xander asked, bemused.
Angel paused in shock, frozen where he was retrieving the warmed bag from the microwave."I suppose I am. My age must be catching up with me." He tore open the bag and carefully poured it into a glass. He presented the cup to Xander with an exagerated flourish. "Just because we're drinking blood doesn't mean we need to be uncivilized about it. Presentation is important to the culinary arts."
"Deadboy's got jokes."
"Do you have to call me that? I was hoping that you would have grown out of that with the body switch."
"You're about as likely to get Spike to stop calling you Peaches."
"Peaches?" Spike asked from the doorway. He looked tired and worn out, but at least he wasn't screaming anymore. He grinned at Angel. It was a ghost of a true smile, but the bare bones of humor were there. "I like it."
Angel sighed, "Now look what you've done."
Xander grinned at him. "Let me guess. In your day you respected your elders."
Angel snorted, "Hardly. I spent all my time drunk in an attempt to escape and punish my strictly religious father. Darla was only one whore of many, it was rather inevitable that I came across something darker among all the undesirables I spent my time with."
Xander glanced down at the cup that he had been idly rolling from hand to hand. It was empty with only the stained dregs of blood around the edges. He licked his lips thoughtfully for a moment, chasing the taste in his mouth. It wasn't as unpleasant as he'd thought. He tipped the cup at Angel. "Sneaky. Distract the human thinking process and provide it with something familiar to muscle memory."
