Paring: S/X - of course
Warnings: None really except the expected man lovin'
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing, including the
lovely men used in the commission of this story.
Summary: This is a follow up to the story "Temptation".
It sees Spike and his new childe returning to California
to the dark angel. He has the answers to questions
Spike has about Xander.
Anyone who is interested in reading Temptation, it can be
found here: http://bmblbee.livejournal.com/tag/temptation
As always chapters posted daily, comments very gratefully accepted.
Spike could not believe their luck. County fairs were a cornucopia
of edible delights. Corn dogs, candy apples, carneys, and petty thieves.
All parading around just begging to be taken aside and sucked dry.
Not only would they have a little fun, but the boy could work on his
hunting skills. Learn to cull the heard. Weed the weak from the strong
and feed within full sight without being caught. It was a technique
that any vampire living among people needed to learn.
Pulling through the brick archway that was decorated with colorful red,
white, and blue balloons, Spike paid the older gentleman who stood by
the little window. He collected their change and they had the backs of
their hands ink stamped with a picture of a smiling pig face.
"Have fun gentlemen and enjoy the fair."
"Ta, mate. I'm sure we will."
Xander's eyes were huge. The excitement on his face translated to
impatient bouncing in his seat as Spike pulled into the roped off
field and he parked the car.
"Never been to a county fair, pet?"
Xander already had his hand on the door handle waiting to jump out.
"No, of course not. I'll just bet this place is teeming with sinners and
evil temptations. I would never put my soul in jeopardy by associating
with the engl....humans."
"Yea, well soul's all gone pet and the demon and spirit both want to go
see what's going on. You o.k. with that?"
Xander had already leaped from his seat and was doing his best not to
rush over to where all the booths were set up and the people milled about.
Lifting his face to the breeze he was quickly becoming overwhelmed
by the smells of food cooking, sweet and sour, sawdust, the familiar
odors of farm animals and the heavenly aroma of humanity, hot, sweaty,
Quickly losing control Xander slipped into vampire face and eagerly
shuffled his feet wanting his sire to hurry.
With his hand on his childe's arm, Spike pulled him back and forced
Xander to face him.
"Pet. Xander, you need to calm down love. Self control is vital
in self preservation."
Spike gently rubbed his hand over Xander cheek, lovingly holding
his attention till he was able to smooth his features back out.
"Thanks, Sire. I'm good. Can we go now?"
Spike took his hand and led him off toward the excitement.
"Let's go, love."
The place flooded Xander's senses like a category 5 hurricane.
Everywhere he turned he saw and smelled things he had never
Giving in to his childe's begging, Spike followed him into the barn
that held the prize steer and ribbon winning sheep.
Cautiously he stepped over the steaming piles of road apples
and avoided the horse flies that were buzzing the swishing tails of
the various penned animals.
It was a small bit of the familiar that filled Xander with peace and
stirred a slight feeling of home sickness.
Spike watched him closely and when he detected his boy's mood go
from happy and excited to sad and nostalgic he again grabbed his
hand and aimed him in the other direction, away.
Strolling down the promenade, Spike and Xander entered the area
of the game booths. Row after row of barkers yelling and coaxing
unsuspecting marks into parting with their hard earned, or in this case,
stolen, dollars. Each tent filled with shelf after shelf of colorful stuffed
animals. All promising the prospect of an easy win.
Things Xander had never seen before. It reminded him of one time at
church when he had seen a picture of Noah's ark. It was a big bright
picture of wonderful animals. Animals he had read about but never
actually seen pictures of.
It was amazing.
He would hurry to church school early just for the chance to look
at the poster. He remembered the morning when he jumped from
the buggy and ran down the steps to the down stairs Sunday school
class only to find the picture gone.
He was told later that it was too colorful and therefore a sin.
The church elder's had worried about the children's souls and decided
to burn it. Xander was crushed, but he trusted the church leaders
to know best.
Leaning over he tugged on the sleeve of Spike's leather coat.
"Sire, can you buy me one of those?"
Spike looked in the direction his childe was pointing. On the top
shelf of the water balloon tent sat a large brown and white over
stuffed cow with a big red bow around it's neck.
"You like that, pet?"
"Yes, Sire. It looks like Bessie. The first cow I raised from a calf.
Her momma had come fresh too quick and she had to be hand pulled
or she'da died. I did that. I saved her life and she was my cow till
she got old enough to go to sale. I wanted to keep her but Pa said no.
Said cows wasn't pets. Can I have it?"
Spike gave the hand he was holding an extra squeeze.
"Don't know pet. That isn't the kind of prize you buy that's the kind
you have to win. You think you can do that? Shoot water in that
balloon faster than anyone else and fill it till it pops?"
Xander watched intently as the row of people at the counter
waited till a loud bell rang then screamed and laughed as their
plastic guns shot streams of water into a clowns mouth and
filled a balloon on the top of it's head till one burst spraying
water over everyone there.
Biff stood back and watched the interaction between the two men.
He had been working the carnival circuit for five seasons now and
had finally earned his way up to one of the more cushy jobs.
No more working those fuckin' rides that were always breaking down.
No more screaming kids pushing and shoving till they forced their way
to the front of the lines only to puke up their guts and supper when the
rides got a little to high or spun a bit to fast.
Nope, he had it easy now. Sit back on a padded stool in the comfy
little tent. Plenty of room to hide a couple bottles of beer underneath
and watch the girls go by. And oh man were there girls. Sweet, ripe,
underage little things with barely a hair to their bodies just begging for
someone like Biff to teach them the way of things.
It was a rough job, but one Biff was more than up for.
Biff handed the pimply teenage boy a stuffed cat won by the last watery
game and sat back down turning his attention again to the men
standing just outside the area of the booth.
He wrinkled his nose and watched the two talk, laugh, and hold hands.