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.
Leading the way across the yard towards the fenced in pasture,
Xander remained silent as he tried to regain his composure.
Spike followed happily. Xander was surprisingly companionable
for a worthless human.
He had not been this content for a long time.
The moon was full and between passing clouds offered a
well lit path for their feet to follow.
Xander wasn't sure of the status of the game but thought he
might take a risk.
"Tell me about your life as a human and how you got turned."
Spike sighed. It had been so long since anyone had asked
about him or shown any interest.
Oh, he had, in the past, set up bodies he had just eaten, in
chairs and held very one sided conversations with them, but
their lack of response had been very unsatisfying.
This was unique. A walk in the moonlight with a desirable,
warm body. Spike let himself slip into a oft visited delusional state.
He could easily pretend this was a date.
A consensual evening of romance and potential bloodshed.
"Well, like I said. Was just me and Mum. Woman was a saint.
Loved me unconditionally she did.
I worked as a bookkeeper, but had visions of being a poet.
Was kind of a late bloomer and really wasn't sure what I
wanted out of life. I knew Mum expected me to marry, but I
secretly had me eye on a handsome cock what worked in the
neighborhood pub. Just hadn't figured out how to go about
introducing my cock to his. Things were a bit tighter in Victorian
England." Spike chuckled.
Xander remained quiet and waited for him to continue.
Their walk progressed along the fence row to the tree line.
Stopping at the wooden boards of the corner post, Xander leaned
against it. Although it seemed he was staring at the buggy
horses eating hay, every bit of his attention was on Spike's story.
"So anyway just to please Mum I tried to court a young lady
from our social circle. Without any sad details, enough to say,
it went badly. She humiliated me one night at a party causing
me to run out into the night. Right past one Liam O'Connor.
Bastard put his arm around my shoulders, his hard cock
against me leg, and his fuckin' fangs into me neck. I woke up
three days later as you see me now. Don't get me wrong,
it's been a great unlife, least it was till the idiot ate a gypsy
and got stuck with a soul. That's when he abandoned me
and later took up with Buffy, the fuckin' slayer.
So now instead of Angel being a pleasant pain in my ass,
Buffy is, only not in a getting-my-rocks-off type of way.
I mean you tell me, how could he turn on me like that?"
Xander stared at the man beside him. He could almost forget
that he wasn't human. They had so much in common it wasn't
The biggest thing that kept going through his mind was
'There but for the grace of God go I' That could be him.
Living his life, minding his own business, and wham out of
nowhere confronted by a demon.
Wait a minute! That IS him!
"Are you planning on turning me? Cause I gotta tell you I
really can't go along with that."
Spike's eyes got big and his mouth fell open.. It was something
he had not considered.
Lay low, eat the family and move on. He really hadn't
thought about anything else.
But now that he mentioned it.
No, wouldn't work.
"Nope. Just can't imagine an eternity with a sanctimonious
prick like you pointing out all my evil ways. Would get
right annoying it would."
Xander was greatly relieved. Relieved and maybe just a
little hurt. He wasn't good enough to turn? Just a quick
bite and a howdy doo?
"So I'll bet you have really seen lot in the last 130 years."
Spike hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. "Yup. Sinking of
the Titanic, great earthquake of San Francisco. Signing of the
Declaration of Independence. Been there for all the big moments."
Crossing his arms Xander stood up and faced the demon beside him.
"The independence was signed over 200 years ago. You aren't that
Spike waved his hand unfazed. "O.k. I lied about that one, but
the others were true."
Despite himself Xander burst out with a belly laugh that startled
them both. As much as he wanted to hate this unholy creature,
he had to admit he could be almost likeable. At least when he
wasn't throwing a psychotic fit or threatening to kill people.
Lifting his face to feel the nip of the cool evening air, Xander
wondered what it would be like to be taken from your family
and home and turned into something that was despised by the
world around you.
"It's getting late. I need to go in and get some sleep. I have
lots of work to do tomorrow."
Spike refused to allow his disappointment to show.
"Yea, go. I think I'll hang out here and pet the horses for a
minute or two."
Xander wasn't stupid. He knew what "pet" really meant.
"Don't take enough to harm them."
"Hey, don't look to have PETA on my ass do I? You coming
back tomorrow night?"
Xander started back toward the house.
"Have to don't I?"
Idly Spike scratched his head.
"Oh, sure. Eat the folks and all that."
Xander tried not to, but a small smile crept onto his lips.
"I'll be back."
The hand holding back the curtain let it fall closed.
Willow had been watching the whole scene play out
from the time both men left the barn.
She was tempted to go to Xander and demand to know
what they were talking about. She didn't need to ask
who that was. She already knew. He was the evil one.
Only real question now was, what did he want with Xander?
But more importantly why did Xander look happy?
She also knew it was pointless to speak to her brother as he had
already shut her out. No, it was time to go to the horses mouth.
Tomorrow morning after Xander leaves for his chores, let's
just see what secrets the barn is hiding.