Undivided Attention
TJ

I'll be damned if he wasn't such an idiot brat.

Hang on a minute, what a sodding well stupid thing to say. I'm
a vampire. Been on the way to damnation since I first opened my
eyes as a newly born fledgling.

Anyway, this little story isn't about me, its about that useless
piece of shit, Xander.

Xannyboy, Whelp, Glorified Bricklayer, Loser, Idiot, Nummytreat.
No matter what you called the boy, it all boiled down to one
thing. The boy was the village idiot of Sunnydale.

Quite a cute thing if you think about it. Those big sorrowful
eyes, window to his soul alright. They were, thats for bloody
sure. Can't quite tell you how many times he caught me staring
at him, hoping that he would tilt his head just a fraction more
to one side so that I could see them. See the unshed tears that
would constantly threaten to fall, all caused by some drama at
home or at his job.

The best times would be when her fucking Highness, Barbarella or
one of the others would just dismiss his daily rants about how
much life had stuffed him up on that particular day and they
would just turn their body away from him. Wasn't much in
reality but it was deceptive. They would be standing there,
pretending to listen to him, nodding away at him but the way
they would be standing told the real story. That they had
better things to worry about than what the Whelp was currently
waffling about.

Took him a long time but the boy eventually clicked on to what
they were doing. I got hard every time his eyes closed for
longer than the normal blink of an eye as he realised that his
friend wasn't turning away to reach for a ruler or a new book.
That they were turning away from him. Both him and his life.

Damned if I didn't kick up a fuss so that old Pissypants would
shove me back into the bathroom again. Leave me in peace to
wank over a fantasy of the idiot brat crying himself stupid.
Kinda like that idea. Loved it when Dru used to whinge and moan
for hours during one of her bad spells. The noise used to drive
the minions batty. Me...loved it each time. Just sat in a
chair, cock in hand, and watched the show.

Angelus used to make her throw the best hissy fits, love the
bastard for that.

Don't know why I like it so much. Just do I guess. Everyone has
a kink, suppose its one of mine.

The boy would never say anything though, would keep doing it
every time he saw them. Went on for months. Not just his
friends either. His bloody girlfriend would do the same thing
to him. Poor brat. You could almost feel him screaming for
someone, anyone really, to pay him attention. Just five minutes
of undivided attention would have made it seem like all his
Christmases had come at once.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that they were bad friends to
him or anything like that. No, if it came to the crunch, each
of them would have cheerfully given their lives for him. The
brat would have done the same thing as well. Nah, the real
problem was that the boy was lacking in the attention
department. Was probably a right little attention seeker as a
kid. You know the type. Always trying to get Mummy or Daddy to
look at what he had drawn at school that day or trying to tell
them about the new movie he had just seen at the local flicks.
Explaining about the best bits of the film, who had done what
to who and how the baddies had gotten their cumuppence in the
end.

Overheard the Whelp one night telling the ex-demon bint a bit
about his parents. Told her that all he ever wanted was for
them to spend just one hour with him. Talking, listening, them
just being there for him for once. He wanted them to forget
about their lives for a little while and to see what their son
had grown into. Acknowledge his presence for an afternoon.

For fucks sake, the pure bloody angst that had dripped off those
words had me gagging and wanking at the same time. Weirdest
orgasm I ever had as well, felt sick all through the wank but it
had felt good...*real* good.

It wasn't until today, that I was finally able to give the boy
what he had wanted for so long. Came as a bit of a suprise as to
how I did it. Didn't think that it was going to be so quick.

Enjoyed it though.

Not sure if the Harris' did. Not every day that a complete
stranger bashes your son to death infront of you in your living
room.

Yeah, the brat got what he wanted. He most certainly had his
parents undivided attention. Bit hard to get up and make a
coffee when you're tied to a chair. I think that his parents
are a tad overwhelmed with it all, they're not saying much.
Just sort of sitting there, gaping like a couple of fishes.

Bit disappointed that I couldn't give him the whole hour that he
wanted so much. Brat didn't even try to thank me for going to
all this trouble on his behalf. True village idiot he was.

Mostly, I'm bloody proud that the brat finally got what he had
been wishing for for so long.

Just my way of thanking him for all those months of wanking he
inspired me to do. Fucking as thick as ten planks and a born
loser but he was good 'cock and fingers' material.

Well, gotta go.

I'm off to grant the witch her wish.

Red wants to learn to overcome her fear of confined spaces.

Reckon I can help her with that.

The end.