I'm glad you didn't wait to post this chapter. Impatience is a virtue. :)

It wasn't so bad being Donut Boy, Xander reflected as he started opening cupboards, looking for the coffee. At least Donut Boy never hurt anybody. And all of a sudden he could swear he smelled gunpowder. He could see the girl slumping forward, the blood pooling in the dirt at her feet.

Wow!

I'm gonna be jonesing for the next bit of this until you can post again.