White Sandy Beaches
Wednesday, August 30, 2000
Xander squinted behind his sunglasses in the bright August sunlight, staring across the white
Pacific. The stretch of white sandy beach he was on was deserted, rocky crags providing privacy on
either side of him. He'd camped at the beach the night before and would do so again this coming
night... and the next and the next until he felt ready to face his old friends. He'd left a note for Spike
at the other campsite -- leaving without a word was something Xander would never do -- telling
Spike where he'd be. He didn't know if Spike would show up at the beach or not, nor did he
The sound of the waves crashing on the beach was a soothing balm to Xander's worries. As soon as
he'd awoken, he'd shed his clothing and slathered himself with a strong sunscreen, using a special
sunscreen on his genitals. He didn't need to get a sunburn down there.
Sitting on his shirt with his legs extended, Xander leaned back on his forearms and looked out over
the ocean. No one had bothered him since he'd arrived at the beach, just as he'd hoped. He allowed
the salty breeze to blow the cobwebs from his mind. Although almost everything was white with his
crazy vision, not being pressured to distinguish what he saw made it more calming that headache-inducing.
He was still fairly upset with his behavior at Willy's. The fight had been primarily self-defense, but
it shouldn't have happened at all. He knew he was a human going into a demon establishment. His
only reason for being there was to give Spike the Hawk's keys. Stopping for a drink had been
Xander sighed. What was done, was done. He couldn't change it and dwelling on it did nothing
but piss him off. He focused on the sand by his feet and, using his mind, created a tiny tornado by
charging certain air molecules and killing others in a circular pattern.
"Interesting," a melodic deep voice commented from behind Xander. "Do you work magicks or are
Xander jerked in surprise, the mini-tornado collapsing as he looked behind him. He blinked several
times as his brain worked to decipher what he saw. Behind him stood a tall, lanky male. On the
surface, he looked human, but his internal electrical pattern showed that he was definitely not.
"Um... hi," Xander said warily.
"Hello." The male smiled, walked around Xander and crouched by his feet. The guy picked up a
handful of sand and let it run through his fingers. "I am called Lilac. And you?"
"Xander," Xander replied, pulling his knees up for modesty's sake.
"You need not hide yourself, Xander, for I do not plan to hide myself," Lilac said, spreading his
arms slightly. His tackle was rather impressive. He was also rather aroused.
A corner of Xander's mouth turned up. "Is that an invitation or a threat?" he asked. He wasn't
afraid. There was only one being on Earth he feared anymore and that was himself.
"It is an invitation," Lilac replied. "You are an aesthetically pleasing specimen. I would like very
much to lay with you."
Xander threw his head back and laughed. Amusement chased away any wariness he felt about the
non-human. "Do you often proposition strangers sunbathing in the nude?"
"Yes," Lilac responded bluntly.
Still chuckling, Xander scooted over and patted the corner of the shirt spread beneath him. "Have a
sit down," he invited with a smile.