bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,


Title : TEMPTATION 16/40
Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: Adult
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.

Special thanks to Petxnd for the artwork.
Spike came back to himself slowly His head was pounding
like the world's worst hang over and his body felt as
though he had just gone several rounds with Angelus in his
torture/sex pit.
Unfortunatly his cock had no injuries to joyfully recover from.

A thin stream of blood dribbled from his nose and he
swiped it away absent mindedly with his tongue
as his memory returned to him.

The Witch!
Holy shit! That bitch had some power!
Spike rolled over, propped his head up on his hand, and
scratched his left butt cheek while he gave this new twist some

Willow spent the rest of the day avoiding Xander. She was
not ready to discuss with him what she had felt in the barn,
mostly because she didn't want the questions that would
come from it. She was pretty sure that, for now at least,
Xander was not in any imminent danger.

She needed time to formulate an idea.
Tonight, after supper, she would sit down with
him, just the two of them, and make some plans.
They would both lay some honesty out on the table
and decide what to do.

Surley Xander wanted rid of this evil just as much as
she did.

Bustling around in the kitchen, she finished some pies
she had made for dinner and was just setting them
on the side board to cool.

Mother was putting out the bowls and platters of supper,
Jacob was changing into a clean shirt, and Xander was
upstairs washing up.

Everything seemed so normal.
Anyone on the outside would see nothing amiss, but
she knew better.

Everyone eventually sat down and joined hands to pray.
Then, just as they bowed their heads, a knock came on the door.
Each member of the family checked the faces of the others.
An interruption at this time of day was unheard of.

Jacob frowned "Who would come here at the time of supper?"

Willow jumped to her feet.
"I'll go Father."

Xander's stomach froze. The sun had just set. Surely the
Demon would not come to the house.
Xander dismissed the idea as improbable simply because the
Demon would not knock.

The food sat cooling and forgotten as all eyes turned to the
door waiting for Willow to open it.

Outside stood a young blond woman wearing an obscenely
short skirt and low cut sweater. Beside her was a large rumpled
man with a wrinkled slumped appearance.
He stood behind her with his head down and his hands in
his pockets.

His hair was oddly spiked and his unibrow suspiciously
criminal looking. The whole family waited silently for the strange
duo to state their intent.

"Hi ya'll. Name's Buffy. I wonder if we could come in and ask
you a few questions. The name struck Xander sharply. Switching his
gaze to Willow he shook his head violently. Jacob had also
caught the movement and, trusting his son, walked to the door.

Protectively he pushed Willow behind him placing his body between
these strangers and his family.

"We are about to have supper. If you have had motor car
problems we cannot help you. We have neither fuel or a phone."
He started to close the door but Buffy's hand stopped it
with a firm flat slap against the wood.

The smile slipped from her face and she stepped in the kitchen.
The man behind her flinched.

"We won't be long. Just need to ask you a few questions. My
friend here doesn't like to be rude so would you please tell him
he is welcome to come in to you wonderful home?"

Seeing the panicked look on Xander's face, Jacob stood his ground.
"Are you the police? Who are you to come into our home
uninvited and ask us questions? What do you want?"

Willow had sat back down at the table and held tightly to her
Mother's hand.

Taking a different tone, Buffy giggled and twisted the hair of
her pony tail around her fingers. She cracked her gum, put
on her best weak little girl appearance and tried again.

"I'm sorry to interupt your lovely, scrumptious, yummy
smelling dinner. My friend and I, Oh, this is Angel, by the
way, we were looking for a friend of ours and we thought he
might have come this way.

If you would please invite us in I could give you a description
of him. Maybe you can help us."


Xander jumped to his feet.
"No! We don't know your friend and you must not come in
to our home."

Jacob had no idea what was going on, but he knew bad when
he felt it. By crowding and nudging he worked her back
out of the doorway and onto the porch.

"We know no outsiders. We keep to our community. You
go look somewhere else."

His tone and face left no question or argument and the door
was pushed to close.

In that last moment of connection, Angel raised his face,
looked into Willow's and with a shocked expression mouthed
the words
"A witch?"

Behind the closed door, Xander could hear the frantic muffled
voices as they stepped off the porch. Unable to discern the
conversation, several words filtered through.

Those words were.
"Fuck. .......was here. Stupid hicks........
A What? You sure? Damn!"
And finally

"Buffy shut up! Let's just go"
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