Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!! ME NO MAKE-Y MONEY OFF THIS STORY. YOU NO SUE. OK? OK!
Disclaimer part ii: Again I do not own anything Xander is Joss Whedon's boytoy not mine and Riddick and Vaako belong to Jim and Kim Wheat.
Running…Running…Running…*This Dream Again* Xander thinks to himself as he watches the now familiar forms of the silver eyed bald man and the lanky form of the long haired man run through the dark corridors
Xander almost uses the dreaded “W”-word wanting very much to hear what the men are shouting.
Seeing a ghostly figure before the running mean Xander is surprised *that’s new…wait…that’s me!* Xander thinks with a gasp only to physically slam into his phantom self.
Lung burning from the run and feet stumbling from the astral slam Xander is shocked to feel Hyena at the back of his mind. Urging him to run, make the new mates earn the right to claim him. A lower male voice echoes in his ear and he realizes its Soldier Boy pointing out the best way to evade the larger men chasing him.
Careening around the corner Xander runs full tilt down the hallways panting desperately for breath. *Mate with me?* Xander’s mentality is shocked, the crazies chasing him wanted to mate. “Of course they want to mate. It’s always either kill me, eat me, or mate me. I can never decide which one is the worst option.” Xander mutters breathlessly.
A low growl sound behind him as a muscle ridden body slams into him barring him to ground.
A hot breath scalds the left side of his neck as well as his ear, the large body keeping him pinned even as he struggles to get up. A second pair of feet can be heard jogging down the hall towards them.
“Ours.” Twin male voices growl, as the second set of feet catch up to them and stopping. “Do you have him Riddick?” Vaako as he leans down to help pin the wriggling teen.
“Got to earn that one.” Xander growls planting a sharp elbow into a strong jaw, his elbow sings with pain and with a sharp grunt and the sound of fabric ripping he’s on his feet and running again.
Riddick and Vaako growl in displeasure and take off running after the sable haired supine form of the sweet scented wild teen.
-HELP!!! MY MUSE IS DYING!! QUICK! GET SOME FAIRY DUST!!!
-I don’t think Fairy Dust works on reviving a muse.
-OF COURSE IT DOES!!! WHY WOULDN’T IT!! QUICK! GO GET SOME!!!
-No. You don’t really need it. No one will review this anyways so a dead muse isn’t the real issue you’ve got here.
-Do be quiet about that.