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.
Breakfast was relaxed for a change. There was none
of the tension that had clouded over the last few days.
After going to bed last night Xander had laid awake for
a long time thinking about everything they had talked about.
This was not a angel that God had cast out of heaven for
his wicked ways. This was an innocent man, just like him
that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
What if that happened to him.
How could he possible judge the demon. Judge not
lest ye be judged.
For some reason his fear of the demon had also lessened.
He still considered him a vicious killer and a psychotic lunatic,
but he had to admit, there was a likeable streak in him too.
Willow had laid down her fork and was studying her brother.
The cloud was still there. It clung to the space around him
almost as if it were trying to blanket him.. There were more
tendrils than before, like thin fingers that reached out but it
seemed as though, try as they might, they couldn't make contact.
That gave her some comfort, but only some.
Remembering her decision of last night, Willow dropped her bomb.
"I am going to do you a big favor this morning, Brother.
You have been working so hard on the buggy wheel that I will
do your morning chores for you, starting with the milking."
Snapping instantly from his daydream, Xander jumped to
his feet so quickly his chair tipped over and fell to the floor.
"No, you must not!"
"Xander! Mind your tone. Your sister does you a good deed.
You will thank her and accept gracefully."
Frantically Xander tried to find a reason to refuse.
"There still may be rats in the barn. I wouldn't want her hurt."
Casually Willow resumed eating.
She knew she had already won.
"Don't be silly. There is nothing in the barn that can hurt me."
Xander stared at her face searching for an answer.
An answer that came when she finally looked him in the eye.
'She knows! How could she?'
Xander was beside himself but knew he was beaten.
All he could do was pray that the demon kept his word not to
harm the family and remained hidden.
Willow hummed a children's church tune as she helped clear
away the morning dishes with her Mother. She wanted to hurry
and get out of the house before Xander could come up with
a valid excuse.
Spike was pleasantly exhausted. He had fed on a horse or
two then spent the rest of the night jacking off to the thoughts of
his new toy.
There was no doubt in Spike's mind that however this ended,
Xander now belonged to him. He had masturbated against the
horses leg while he fed, he had cum again while sitting under
Xander's window watching his shadow as it prepared for bed,
and again back in the loft imagining he was not alone.
Even for a vampire, he was spent.
Sunrise was less than an hour away and he was settled in for
a comfortable day's sleep.
He wasn't sure what struck him first.
The sound of her footsteps, the clean smell of her, or the waves
of power that rolled off her being.
Willow carried in the stool and pale and sat beside the cow.
Without looking up she kept her voice calm and low.
"I know you are in here. I saw you last night with my brother and
there are a few things you need to know."
Spike laid unmoving. Though silent, every inch of his being
was focused on her and what she was saying.
"I know what you are. I can see the black cloud of evil that
you have cloaked my Brother in, and I know it cannot touch
him with out his permission, which he will never give.
He is protected by love. God's love and the love of his family.
He thinks you are a test. I think you are just a random fluke
that landed here by chance. Whatever hold you think you have
on him it is like sand through a sieve. There is no reality to it.
One last thing, demon. I have the power to banish you at any
time. Because Xander feels he needs to prove something to himself,
for now, I will allow this to play out, but be warned."
Spike was furious. How dare this stupid bitch talk to him like
that. Unable to hold his human face in place, Spike reverted to
his demon body. His long yellow claw like fingernails tore deep
crescent shapes into the palms of his hands.
He wasn't sure why he didn't just jump down and rip her head
off, but something held him back.
Standing up, Willow picked up the milk pale calmly and started
for the door.
Just as she reached it she threw her hand in the air in a high
arc in the direction of the loft.
A shock wave like the breaking of the sound barrier by a jet plane
rippled through the air.
The wave of power that slammed into him allowed only a second
of pain before knocking him unconscious instantly.
Willow rushed back to the house. Making it as far as the
steps of the porch, she sat down and tried to calm her breathing.
The minute she had entered the barn she had felt it.
A sickening stench that had no smell.
It had taken all the strength she had not to run crying back
to her bed and cover her head.
Although he had said nothing, she was positive he had heard.
She could feel his anger and hate.
The power she had thrown at him was a last minute decision.
It was something she tried to keep concealed and controlled.
She still didn't understand what the power was or why she had
been born with it, but it had tripled in strength when she hit
puberty and began her monthly bleed.
Maybe like Xander, this demon is here to test her.
If that was the case, between the two of them, this
demon was doomed.