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
Xander had slept like a rock. Deep, restful and dreamless.
He knew his conscience or something should be bothering
him, but for the life of him he just couldn't figure
The demon was just a poor soul that was in the
wrong place at the wrong time. He had been an innocent
human. Loved by his Mother and taught in the Word at his
Wasn't 'Do unto others as you would have done
to you' and compassionate good will both mottos
the community encouraged all members to live by?
Could he do less? Nope, all clear. Xander jumped
up before the first pink haze of morning lifted over
Jerking on his clothes he dashed downstairs. He
knew the demon would probably already
be sleeping for the day, but he just wanted to take a
peek at him. He looked so sweet and innocent when
he slept. Xander giggled at the thought and kicked open
the back door.
Running for the barn, Xander pulled open the door
and quietly slipped in. He tiptoed to the back stall and
giving his eyes a chance to focus in the darkness, he
crept into the ........empty stall?
Xander dropped to his knees and riffled through the
clean straw to satisfy himself the that demon really wasn't
there. He quickly scanned the other stalls but found them
Next he searched the loft where the Demon had originally hid,
and then the rest of the barn, all the time calling out to him.
"Demon? You here?"
In the search, Xander had noticed that the Demon's beloved
black coat was also gone. A bad sign.
Everything was gone.
Xander felt confused and abandoned.
More alone than he had ever felt.
He went about the morning chores, but his mind was a
million miles away.
'Why did he leave? Is he ever coming back? Did I do
something wrong? Maybe it really was a test and I failed
because of what we did last night.'
The last thought landed like a rock in the pit of his
stomach. It was a joke. The evil one had conned him into
caring just to bring him to sin.
That should have bothered him more than anything else,
the realization that he had failed, sinned and put his very soul in
jeopardy, but to be honest the worst part was still that the
demon was gone.
Returning to the house, Xander set the milk pail on the
kitchen side board and was surprised to see his mother
Xander did his best to cover his saddness and act in a manner
that his family would think normal.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep late.
Good morning Mother."
Xander kissed her on the cheek and tried to be cheerful.
Jess's smile was genuine.
"How could I sleep? I am so excited about tomorrow.
I have pies and bread to bake, meat to prepare.
It is a big day for you, Son. For all of us."
Xander's brow wrinkled and his brain tried frantically
to locate the missing information. "Tomorrow?"
Jess was shocked. Her mouth fell open, and then just as
quickly closed as she laughed at her Son's confusion.
"You had me going there for a minute. You know
tomorrow is the day the Miller's come and we make
the arrangements for your betrothal and marriage. Really,
Xander, you should not tease your poor old Mother so."
Playfully Jess swatted her Son with the dish cloth she was
holding then went cheerfully back to her task of making pie
The lump in Xander's stomach grew and multiplied.
It worked it's way down into his bowels and made his
insides twist and ache.
He turned to go back upstairs as his Mother called after him,
"Tell Willow to dress and come down. There is much
work to do and I need her hands to help."
Xander flew up the steps without an answer.
He rushed into her room and closed the door behind him.
"Willow! Willow, get up. Something is wrong. The
Demon is gone. He isn't in the barn and I can't find him.
Please Willow wake up."
Willow rolled over and squinted open one eye to see
her Brother kneeling on the floor by her bed.
"What? Well the week is almost over, Xander.
Maybe that was the last of your test.
I think we should be glad he's gone and speak no more of it."
"No! No, things have changed. He wouldn't have just left.
Something must have happened to him. Please Willow,
tell me if he is alright."
Suddenly Willow was wide awake. She knew what he was asking
and she did not like it one bit.
"Xander! I feel as if the arrival of the Demon was a test
for me too. One that I have failed. I have never used
the "tell" for selfserving purposes till now and I will not
do it again!"
Xander dropped his forehead on the edge of her bed.
When he lifted his eyes she was dismayed
to see the tears rolling freely down his cheeks.
Wiping them away with her fingertips she sighed and
knew she couldn't refuse. "Fine, alright, but I do this
Willow sat up cross legged and put the palms of her
hands over her eyes.
Her whole body went rigid and she gasp.
Dropping her hands Xander was shocked to see how pale
"He's fine, Xander. I don't know if he is coming back
or not, but he is sleeping and he is unharmed."
Xander jumped up with a big smile.
"Thanks, Willow, you're the best.
Oh, and Mother says' to hurry downstairs and help her."
With a wave of his hand he was gone.
Willow grabbed the porcelain pot under her bed and
The vile, sickening images that had come to her when
she probed the demon's mind were like nothing
she had ever seen.
If this was the world God protected them from, then
The Holy Father had his work cut out for Him indeed.