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.
Thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful artwork.
The tension in the farm house was thick enough
to cut with a knife. Xander wanted to rush to the
barn and warn the demon, but wasn't sure why he cared.
If that was the slayer, he should have just told her
where the demon was and she could kill him.
All their problems solved and their lives could go
back to the way they were.
Still, after their long talk Xander felt sympathy for the
demon. He was not a spawn of Satan.
He was the son of a woman who loved him very much.
Just like his own mother.
This was not a life path he had chosen.
He was a victim of the real demon, Angel.
Angel who stood behind the woman who dressed so
Flaunting her body and her shame for the world to see.
And she had aligned herself with the true demon, Angel,
so how could she be on the side of the righteous?
Spike could be deceiving him and Lord knows he was
psychotic enough, but of all of them he felt Spike was
more victim than devil.
Xander made the decision then to offer his protection
to the demon Spike, and may God have mercy on his
Willow, too, was flustered and her brain spinning.
She knew the demon that had a hold on her brother was
bad but now that she had seen true evil she wondered
if there were degrees of evil.
The further confusion of the other members of her family
were muddling her "tell" and making it all but impossible
to sort things out.
She knew her brother though, and she knew him well
enough to see by the look on his face he had made some
type of decision and her heart feared that it was one that
would impact them all.
Jacob stood quietly watching the faces of his children
and silently said a prayer of protection for his family.
"Everybody will sit. Your Mother has made a good
supper and we will sit and eat it. We will also give thanks
for all our blessing and thank God for his love. Then
we will spend an evening together. You two have been
rushing off to your rooms and outside each evening.
Not this evening. No one will leave the house. We
do not want any problems and I am not sure the English
will not come back. Their lives and problems must not touch
us. Whoever this man is that they seek, he must not come here."
Jacob tucked his napkin in his shirt collar and began
scooping potatoes on to his plate.
Xander felt frantic at the thought of not being able to see Spike.
'It is for the protection of the family.' He told himself, but
he knew that was not the truth.
He did not want to think what the truth was.
Slamming down the serving bowl, Jacob left no question.
His tired watery blue eyes flashed and his beard twitched
as the muscles in his jaw clenched.
"No! I am still head of this family and you will do as I say.
No more talk. Eat."
Silence reigned. It was extremely rare for their Father
to lose his temper and raise his voice. Xander was
shamed that he had caused that.
Xander hung his head and placed his hand over his Father's.
"I'm sorry Father. I meant no disrespect. My mind has been
distracted lately and I fear I have wandered from the path.
You are right, of course. A quiet evening with the family is
just what I need to put my priorities back in line."
Life for Xander had been so simple before this. All spelled out
on a slate board to be clearly read. He would marry, start his
own family, and home.
He had grown and followed the teachings of his parents.
Instructions that had never led him wrong. He had always
understood that their life knowledge came from the good book
and God's love.
He knew that was how he want to lead his own family when he
He would be given part of his Father's land until he
could buy his own and start a working farm.
He would be head of his household and direct his children in
the path of goodness just as his own parents had done.
Yet something in the back of his mind had always told him
the writing on that slate was not permanent.
As impossible as it may be he wondered if his course in life
wouldn't lead him down a different road.
This doubt was what had kept him from making the expected
commitment to Anya. He just assumed that his lack of sexual
interest in her could correct itself once they were married.
It didn't really matter any way.
Sexual relations were for the procreation of the family.
They would come together and know each other that way in
order to fill their home with children.
Pleasure of the flesh was a sin and when the demon touched him
he knew it stirred feelings of great sin. The potential of earth
shattering sin, and it scared him to death.
The remainder of their supper was quiet. Everyone lost in
their own thoughts and fears. Willow and her Mother went
through the motions of cleaning up as Xander and Jacob
sat in the front room.
Jacob patted the sofa and indicated for Xander to sit with him.
Turning to face him, Jacob placed his large wrinkled
arthritic hand on Xander's cheek.
"I have been amiss in my duties as your Father. I tried
to give you time to work out your own decisions, but I can
see that you are unable to do so.
Sunday next after church we will have the Miller's over for
midday meal. After which you will announce your intentions
and ask Mr. Miller for Anya's hand in marriage. Your Mother
and her mother will then discuss the details of the wedding.
If you have slipped from the path, Son, it is my fault and I will
help you find your way back. God loves you Son and your
Mother and I do too."
Xander's stomach felt nauseated. At the same time his brain
knew the logic of what his father had said and he was nearly
relieved to have the decisions taken out of his hands.
He understood if he was to save his soul it was the only choice.
"Yes, Father. Thank you."
Spike passed back and forth impatiently. What the fuck was
taking the boy so long? He was lonely and he wanted company.
He wanted his boy! Finally hearing the latch click on the barn
door, Spike grabbed and jerked it open.
"About fuckin' time! Where the hell.........."
"Hello, Spike. Surprised to see me?"