bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,


Title : TEMPTATION 40/40
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.

Xander lie quietly in the bed of straw.
He was snuggled up as close to his Sire as was
physically possible.

He knew he was dead.
He remembered dying.
It was long and painful, even with the drugs the doctor
had given him. His mind had tried to conjure up all the
prayers and confessions he was told would save him
from damnation, but none of them would come.

His only thoughts at the end were of his Demon. Would
he do what needed to be done? Would he come back for

He also remembered the moment the pain went away.
Everything went away. All consciousness. All thought
and feeling just floated away into the air.

There was no white light. No tunnel. No past relatives
waiting to walk him through a set of gold and pearly
gates. Maybe he just didn't get that far. That was
something that would take some thinking about. Later.

But now he was back, Xander smiled and tried to wiggle
closer, back with his Master, his Sire, his.....all.

Funny, he didn't feel dead. Truth was he had never felt
more alive.
Xander burrowed his head in the crook of Spike's neck,
snuffling and licking.

"Pet? What are you thinking about?"
Spike had never stopped touching, stroking, comforting.
He couldn't get enough of this wonderful Childe.

"Just thinking about you, Sire. Little more than a week ago
I didn't really even believe in demons now I am one. When
you came here everything changed.
I mean I feel bad for my family and the community, but I
think this was supposed to happen. I think my destiny was to
be with you."

Spike pried himself out from under his new childe and
sitting up, lit a cigarette.

"Yea, speaking of which, I hate to disappoint you, Love, but
you know we can't stay here. Two vampires living among a
pack of religious zealots, never a good mix.
Besides, got a lot to teach you, I do. How to hunt. How to
survive. Gotta learn to be a proper vampire."

Xander scooted over beside him and threw his arms
around Spike's waist resting his head on his Sire's chest.

"Oh, I know. I don't have a place here anymore. When
they put that box in the ground they need to be able to go on
with their lives. If I was still here they couldn't do that.
Besides, I'm a man now. I need to go out and find my place
in the world."

Spike kissed the top of the boy's head lovingly.
"Just so you remember that your place is always by my side."

Jumping to his feet, Spike held out his hand and when
Xander took it, pulled himself up.

"Get dressed, Pet. Night's a wasting. We are going to
start working our way back to the city. I've got a car hidden
there and the docks are a good place to teach you to hunt."

Xander hesitated. He was pulling his pants on, but clearly
had something on his mind. He kept his eyes and voice low.

"I don't know if I can kill someone. I mean the demon in
me sure wants too, but the spirit says 'No can do."

Spike lifted Xander's chin forcing him to look his Master
in the eye.

"First, you don't always need to kill to feed, but secondly,
Love, some people just need killing. There is a lot of evil out there.
Humans much worse that any demon could ever hope to be.
It is part of the natural way of things for us to weed them out."

Xander nodded, understanding the truth of it and trusting his
Sire to know best.
Both men quickly finished dressing, stopping several times to
share just one more deep searching kiss and were finally ready
to go.

Xander looked all around knowing when he left this property
he may never see it again. His life, his past, it was all he had
ever known, but it was not his future. Maybe it never was.

Hand in hand they walked out of the barn into the night.
The air was cool and Xander's newly enhanced senses
overwhelmed him with the sounds and smells. Some strange,
one very familiar. Ducking back behind Spike, Xander whined
his discomfort.

"Hush, Pet! Witch has come to see us off. You be nice,
you hear?"

Xander straightened up at the stern tone and watched as
Willow walked cautiously towards them.
Spike petted his Childe's face calming him enough
to force his human face to the forefront.

He still loved and mostly remembered his sister, but the fear
that she might try to stop him was fore most in his mind.

Willow wanted to touch, hug, to reassure herself that it was
really him, but she held back.

Taking Xander by the arm, Spike steered him around to face her.
Moving the last steps to close the distance between them, Xander
reached out for her hand.
When he touched her all his memories of her returned with his love.
Xander pulled her in tightly against him.

"It's me, Sister, just more. Thank you for trusting him. For
letting him come to me."

When Willow pulled away, Xander could see the tears running
down her cheeks.
"Will I ever see you again?"

Xander looked at Spike for the answer.
"Absolutely. Boy and I will pop in every few years or so to
check on you. Promise."

It was an answer that more than pleased both brother and sister.

"So where are you going now?" Willow wiped her face on her apron
and sniffed back her sadness.

"Spike say's we are going to the city. Time for me to see how the
English live. Although to be honest I think we are off to kick some
dark Angel butt."

Willow laughed at the big grin on her brother's face.
Giving him a tight hug she kissed him on the cheek then
stepped away.

"Well then, you best be off."
Shaking her fist at Spike she gave her strongest scowl.
"You better take good care of him, Demon.
If not, I have a shovel with your name on it."

"Sister!" Xander tried to be outraged but was laughing too hard.
Turning to Xander, Spike decided this was the perfect time to
bring up something that had been bothering him.

"Right, now that our situation has changed how about you start
calling me by my proper name?"

Xander turned and started off down the lane to the main road
calling back over his shoulder.
"Nope, giving name to you would just give you too much power
over me. Demon it was demon it shall be."

Spike threw his hands in the air than hurried to catch up with him.
"Shit! I have a feeling eternity just got a whole lot longer."

Willow watched till she could see no more of them.
Sadly she turned and walked back into the house.
She had never felt more alone in her life.

"Will he be all right?"

Willow jumped, startled. She hadn't seen her Father sitting
there in the dark.

"Yes, Father. I believe he will be just fine."

Jacob nodded and without another word rose from his chair
feeling every bit a very tired old man.
He quietly climbed the stairs to join his wife in their bed and
await the dawn when he will bury his only son.

The End

I would like to thank everyone who read and commented so
faithfully. I realize the shear volume of my stories is somewhat
overwhelming and you are appreciated more than you know.
Those of you who read but don't comment (you know who
you are) I love you too.
Info for the story starting in June will be posted tomorrow
in my journal.
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