Disclaimer: I do not own any of the
characters in this story and make no
money off them.
Summary: AU. Xander is a young man
living in an Amish community when he
finds himself confronted by the evil of a
STRONG WARNING: although done in a respectful
manner, this story deals with religious issues. If you
find that offensive DO NOT READ.
Spike sat crouched high off the ground in the V of an old oak tree
He pulled his long black duster around his body less for warmth
and protection than concealment, though truth is he need not
The dark of the night sky combined with his all black attire
suited his need to hide perfectly.
Keeping his face almost full time in vampire visage he
honed all his senses to assure he was not found out.
It felt as though he had been running forever.
How can one stupid little slayer be so relentless?
But he knew the truth.
He wasn't being hunted down because of that
murderous little rampage he had gone on.
That was petty. Inconsequencel.
After all that's just natural selection.
The strongest survive and the vampires must eat.
Spike grinned broadly as he recalled the blood
and the screams of the dying.
No, he was being persecuted and harassed because
of his traitorous sire.
That soul soaked, slayer slapped, skunk blood drinker.
Spike's eyes flashed and his lips curled back in a snarl.
Easier to call it anger, he refused to admit he was hurt.
Crushed that his beloved sire that he had shared so
much with would choose to side with the slayer and
turn his back on the childe that had given his very life
to be with him.
"Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em both" He growled low.
The wind that whipped around his body was cold and
promising to get colder.
"Slayer's fuckin' cunt must be lined with gold the way
Angelus walks around all the time with his head shoved up it."
Spike snickered at the visual.
Just as quickly the humor disappeared.
Huddling there, Spike was again seething with fury.
Watching the old, isolated farmhouse he knew ripping
out the throats and bathing in the blood of the occupants
would make him feel immensely better.
He also knew it would be a red flag to the hunters that
were on his trail. A huge blood soaked red arrow that
pointed in the direction of his head and flashed in neon
letters "Here I am. Come and get me"
Still trying to weigh the risks vs the pleasure, Spike nearly
missed the young man till he was almost to the outhouse.
Carefully leaning back to further hide himself, Spike watched.
The noxious odor from the outhouse was almost unbearable.
Disgusting humans! They should be grateful Spike even lowered
himself to eat them.
Tuning his hearing in to the soft thud thud of the boy's heart,
Spike was curious when it suddenly sped up.
Didn't take long to realize why.
Sneering, he tipped his nose in the air to pick up the sent
of arousal and human semen.
"Tsk tsk. Naughty boy. Well, things might just
work out after all. If I can't eat you, hmmmmm."
As the boy stepped back out Spike's hand slid down to rub
and squeeze his own hardening erection. He froze as
the boy stopped and looked in his direction.
Spike frowned. He knew he couldn't be seen. Had to be
a fluke, still, his hand stopped stroking and he watched to see
what the boy would do next.
Breaking into a sprint the boy had rushed for the sanctity
of his house.
Spike opened his pants and resumed his masturbation
as his low growling rumble turned nearly to a purr.
"That's right boy you're safe in there. Too bad you can't
stay there forever."
Spike widened his crouched legs and fisted himself roughly
never taking his eyes off the weather worn farm house.
Less than five minutes later the dim glow of an oil lamp lit
the window of one of the rooms upstairs. Spike licked his
fangs and humped his fist.
He knew with all the predatory instincts in him, that it
was the boy.
Spikes balls swung heavy and full between his legs as he
continued to watch.
Suddenly it happened.
With the universe's perfect timing it all came together.
The boy had pulled back the curtain and in a split second
their eyes locked and his boy had been witness to the
things that go bump in the night.
The terror given off filled the air and sent Spike's
orgasm over the edge. It was so wonderfully delicious
Spike had to grab for the branch of the tree to keep from
losing his balance.
Licking off his fingers, Spike couldn't stop himself from laughing
"Soon my beautiful sacrificial lamb. I will be collecting
Knowing he was safe for now, Spike decided to conceal
himself in the barn and work on his plan. He was tired of
being alone and a plaything was just what the doctor
Maybe his unlife was looking up after all.
With his coat billowing out around him, Spike leaped
gracefully from his pearch in the tree and landed lightly
on the ground below.
In the blink of an eye he circled around and slipped silently
into the large barn. In his past 120 or so years he had
traveled through lots of countries and even more country sides,
and he knew one thing was pretty much universal.
A barn was a barn. And unless someone was setting it
afire to try to burn you out, it was generally a safe place
Wrinkling his nose distastfully he paused for only a
moment before plunging his fangs deeply into
the neck of Bessie, the family's milk cow.
He drank his fill and stepped away with traces of blood
still dripping from his lips. Looking around carefully he
determined the upper hay loft to be the safest spot away
from both the sunlight and the daily activity of tending
to the animals.
Climbing the ladder, Spike yawned and stretched.
The night was still young but he was tired from the stress
of the slayer, and excited to have a new game and toy to
play with. Burrowing under the stack of hay bales,
Spike settled in and slept.