bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,


Title : TEMPTATION 24/40
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 wonderful artwork

Willow stood in the back yard taking the clean clothes
off the line and dropping them into a basket.
She had finished all Xander's chores and when asked,
told her Father she thought her brother was busy working
on something else.

She had never lied to Father before and with the nauseated
feeling in her stomach resolved she would never do it again.

With the basket almost full she looked up in time to see
Xander rushing toward the house. At first relieved to see
that he was alright, Willow was then horrified.

Without trying, the "tell" kicked in and her eyes fogged over.
The sight before her felt like a knife through her heart.
She struggled to understand what she was seeing.

The black haze around her beloved brother was now touching him.
It engulfed him possessively and flowed through him.

With the clothes and basket forgotten Willow ran towards
the barn. She wasn't sure what she would do, but she
knew it was up to her to stop this. Her brother had been
taken in and overcome by the Demon's evil and she would
not allow that it go on any longer.
He must be killed.

If that hurt Xander, well in time he would understand
and know it was for the best. His soul was the only
thing that mattered, and even if Willow lost hers in the
fight, her brother would be saved.

Willow burst into the barn and rushed to the back stall.
In passing she noticed a bucket overturned and hay bales
shredded. But all that disarray was unimportant. She needed
to find and destroy the evil deceiver.

Creeping up on him she found the Demon sleeping on the bed
of straw. The "tell" that had not totally retreated again sharpened
her sight.

Willow was confused by what it told her. She stood at the
Demon's feet and stared trying to comprehend what her eyes
were showing her. After a few minutes her feet backed slowly
away and she left, quietly as she had entered.

The rest of the day flew by. Xander whistled and playfully
teased his mother as he skillfully avoided his sister.
The dinner conversation was monopolized by his father who
excitedly talked of the cow who was due to come fresh
within the week.

The pros and cons of a field birth vs a barn were hashed and
rehashed. Finally it was decided to let her stay out and closely
monitor her progress.
If she went, as expected, with no complications, then the weather
was warm enough that she could calve outside.

Xander smiled and nodded in all the right parts of the discussion,
but added little of his own. He had other things on his mind
and one of them was the way Willow was frowning and
squinting at him.

At the end of the meal he jumped up.
"Xander, why don't you clean the kitchen with me tonight.
Just like you used to do when you were little. I have missed that,
and it will give you and I a chance to talk about Sunday with
the Millers."

Xander was stopped dead in his tracks. Looking at Willow's
grinning face he had a sneaking suspicion that the suggestion to
his mother had been hers."

"Of course, Mother. I would love that." He really hoped she
could not see the truth behind his strained smile.
Returning from his attempted escape at the kitchen door,
he began collecting dirty dishes from the table.

In a switch of positions, Willow light stepped to the door and
"I think I will take a walk in the moonlight. Be back later."
And she was gone.
Xander just knew he had been bamboozled.

Knowing the barn could be seen from the house, Willow was careful
not to go in. Instead she slipped around to the back side and called
in through the open window.

"Demon! Hey, you in there? Meet me at the fence line in the far
pasture in 5 minutes. Let's go, move it!" As a post script she
stuck her hand in the window and snapped her fingers.

Spike had wakened the minute she approached. He had
thought for a moment it was his boy, but the smell and the
feel were unmistakably Willow.

When he heard her commands he jumped to his feet, furiously
he stomped around as he dressed and located his coat.
As mad as he was it never occurred to him not to obey.
There was still a very large corner of his mind that was
scared shitless of her.

Who the fuck did she think she was? He would not be
ordered about like that.
Spike hustled so he would not keep her waiting.

Willow had gone on ahead and waited patiently, leaning against
the wooden post of the fence line.
Right on time she watched as he approached.
If she had any doubts about what she had seen earlier they were
all gone now.
It was really most extraordinary, but in the long run
it made no difference. This was not about the Demon.

This was about her beloved brother and seeing to his protection.
Swaggering up to where she stood, Spike let his eyes slide up and
down her in assessment of his adversary.
Willow was unfazed.
The greetings were curt and for the most part respectful.

"What do you want and where is my boy?"

"Well, well, I must say you are looking much better. You
certainly do recover fast don't you?"
Spike made no reply. He was positive his welfare was not
Willow's main concern, so he waited for her to continue.

"Actually, Demon, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
Xander is not your boy and never will be. I really don't know
how, but I do think you have feelings for him and if that is
the case you know the best thing you can do for him is to leave."

Spike was sputtering and boiling with the need to explode at this
stupid woman. How dare she tell him what to do. How could he have
even considered fucking her. His cock would probable fall off if
he stuck it in anything that sour.
Barely controlling himself he still needed to know one thing.

"You tell me right now about who the fuck Anya is!"

Willow slapped her hands over her ears.
"Do not use such profanity and tone when you speak to me."

Spike sighed the deep sigh of the misunderstood.
With one hand on his hip and the other flipping his
wrist he tried again in his best falsetto voice.

"Pardon Miss Witch but would you please tell me just
who the fuck this Anya person is?"

Willow crossed her arms over her chest.
"Anya is the girl Xander is set to marry.
He has already declared and the final arrangements
will be discussed in three days.

That is all the more reason for you to leave before then.
Xander's life is already planned. There is no room in it for you."

With that Willow turned and walked away leaving Spike to
stand alone.
Always alone.
He no longer had the energy for a tantrum.
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