Nights Are Quieter After May A lazy vampire curled in the husk of Xander's body, cicada-dead. Or just resting. Hard tufty head unmoved against Xander's shoulder as he watched. Commented: "Sloppy work." "Trim your cuticles next time." Xander licked the brush gently down the nail, blackening it. Moonlight's favorite couch held their bodies like a boat. Wars didn't distract them.