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 was thrown totally off balance. Although he couldn't
be certain, he was pretty darn sure he had just been insulted
Add to that the unsettling fact that the scent and heartbeat
of this boy had returned to almost normal and this was
becoming a most frustrating experience.
"Now look here you sanctimonious little prick. I could rip
your throat out in the blink of an eye.
Your pitiful worthless life would end in this shithole of a barn
Spike was again fuming.
Xander neither flinched or feared. It had taken him a few
minutes to get his feet back under him and get over the initial shock
but he was now back on solid ground.
His faith did not stand on shifting sand. Nor did it alter or
change with the ebb and flow of circumstance.
"There is nothing you can do to me that I fear. What is it that
you threaten to do? Kill me? My life does not belong to me.
It is only on loan while I walk this earth to offer praise to God.
If you were sent to test me, do it. I will not fail. If you want my life,
so be it."
Xander shrugged and turned away.
Spike thought he may possibly gag.
"If you want my life, so be it."
He mocked in a whinny, high pitched voice.
"Oh I'll have your life my boy but I won't take it easily or quickly."
Xander turned back to face him with any number of ready
bible verses on his tongue, each one a sword in his defense,
when something happened that changed the rules and the
game for both of them.
Willow's voice called out from the back door of the farm house.
Xander knew it would only be minutes before she came to the
barn in search of him.
The look in Xander's eyes was one of pure terror as he
locked on the face of the demon. The expression on the face
of the boy mixed with the sharp acrid smell of sweat and
fear caused Spike's dead heart to attempt to beat and his
cock to harden.
Rubbing his hand obscenely over his crotch he grinned lasciviously
"Ah, that's more like it. Ladies and Gentlemen, I think we
have a winner."
Xander was sickened by the implications. He could see the
erection the demon displayed and the thought that Willow's
purity and innocence could in any way be threatened by this
disgusting creature filled his throat with bile.
"Please, please, I don't beg for my life but I do for my sister.
Kill me if you wish but spare her life. If there is any decency
in you at all, please."
Tears ran freely down Xander's face as he implored the
demon to grant some leniency.
Immediately Spike knew this was what he had been waiting
for. His boy's weakness.
He fought down the irrational fury and jealousy that there
was no one who ever would have voluntarily given their
life for him. No one to beg and plead on his behalf.
In life or death no one had ever cared for him like that.
But that was irrelevant. He was the musician here and the
boy his violin and this was a stringed instrument that must be
played and plucked carefully to extract the sweetest music.
It was something that needed thinking on.
"Xander? Are you in the barn? Mother said supper is on."
The voice drew closer, and Xander's fear reached a level he
had never known.
His breath came so hard he thought his heart and lungs would
burst with the effort.
His voice was quiet now. Low and clearly on its last.
"Go to her. Have your stupid family supper, but afterward
you are to come to me. Make some excuse. Tell them you
have to put the cow back in the barn. We need to iron out
the terms of our agreement."
Spike sneered and picked his teeth with a piece of straw.
"Oh, and by the way, if you say anything to any of them I
will creep into the house when you are all asleep and kill
every living thing. You may be willing to throw your life
away, are you just as willing to give up theirs?"
Xander gave no answer or acknowledgement that he had
even heard. Spike was sure he had. He was also sure
the boy had no idea of his bluff. That the vampire
could not enter the family's home without an invitation
and Spike didn't anticipate a warm welcome any time soon.
Trying his best to pull himself together Xander went to the door,
this time with no intervention, and walked outside.
Despite the fresh air and late day sunshine Xander could
still feel the contamination as it clung to his clothes and filled
his nose with the foul odor of depravity.
"Hey, there you are."
Willow skipped to him and took his arm.
The minute she saw his face and felt the cold clammy skin
"What is it Xander? What has happened?"
Taking a deep breath, Xander did his best to smile.
He knew what he said next would be the first of many lies
he would tell.
"Nothing Willow. There is nothing wrong. I just don't
want to make the family wait. Let's hurry before Mother
Xander took Willow's hand and tugged her toward the
house and away from the evil behind them.
Willow turned and faced the barn with a frown.
The "tell" that often came and whispered to her was suddenly
buzzing. The fog was too thick and she couldn't make out
what it was saying, but she knew she would.
Sooner or later, she would.
One thing was certain, whatever it was, it was not good.