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True Innocent

Title: True Innocent 20/34
Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult
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:

As always chapters posted daily, comments very gratefully accepted.

"I can do it, Sire. I know I can. I've been watching and it looks just
like watering the livestock with a garden hose. Can I try?
Please, can I"

Spike laughed and slapped a dollar down on the counter for
the boy's ticket. The carney worker, Biff by his name tag,
tossed the ticket in their direction and sniffed as though he had
just passed through the livestock barn and had something objectionable
stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Spike wondered briefly just
what the fuck his problem, but the truth was, he really didn't care.

He took the ticket and pushed his childe up toward the firing line.
Xander selected his gun, blue because it matched the color of
Sire's eyes, and waited while several others did the same.

He idly noted that he was number three in a row of seven.
Good odds. He couldn't lose.
Hand on his gun, Xander widened his stance and focused
his attention on the grinning face of the wildly painted clown head.

Climbing off his stool, Biff checked to make sure he had collected
all the money and everyone was in their spots.

"Ready?" He shouted. Everyone nodded.


The bell rang. Xander jumped, grabbed his gun and pulled the trigger.
By the time he had adjusted his aim to hit directly into the clowns
open mouth a red balloon at the end of the row exploded, spraying
water everywhere.

Spike whooped in laughter and clapped his hands.
"What happened? Thought you had it covered?"

Xander frowned and watched with frustration as a little girl of
not more than ten opened her arms and happily accepted one of
the much coveted Bessie cows that Xander had his eye on.

"It's a little harder than it looks. Can I try again? I think I can
do it now, I just didn't have the angle right."
Xander turned the plastic gun over in his hand and studied it
carefully. He wondered if the barrell was bent or the sight slightly
off kilter.

Spike pulled out another dollar and handed it to Biff who stood back,
clearly indicating he would only take it from the counter and not Spike's
hand. Spike was still not interested. If Biffy boy was having a bad day
it could not have mattered less to Spike.

Xander, who was oblivious to the interaction grabbed his gun and
waited. The line quickly filled up till all the guns were in hand and
the shooters anxiously waiting.


The bell rang. Xander was ready, he aimed, hit the target almost
instantly and watched happily as the balloon hat on the top of
his clown started to steadily fill.


The green balloon beside him splattered him with cold water as he
watched his own slowly deflate in defeat. He blinked and squinted.
If he didn't know better he would swear that darn clown was laughing
at him.

Xander was crushed as he watched a fluffy tailed skunk be passed
to the older woman beside him.

"DANG! Quick, Sire, gimme a dollar! NOW!"

Spike was now laughing so hard he could barely fumble the cash
out of the tight front pocket of his jeans. Again Biff snatched the
money from in front of Xander and stuck it in his apron pocket as
quickly as he could, obviously afraid it may soil his fingers.

Xander meant business. He planted his feet and snatched up his
gun as though he were headed to the O.K. Corral in search of an Earp.
He flexed his shoulders and rolled his head cracking his neck on both
sides. He was ready. He knew the routine and would not be denied.
The cow was as good as his.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Biff hopped down off
the stool, seemingly in slow motion.


He crouched as Biff called out. "Everybody ready?"
He vaguely noted the others nodding.



The bell rang. Xander let loose. Every muscle in his body went rigid.
His focus and concentration were aimed 100% at that comic, painted
freak face that was grinning madly in his direction.

Xander was deadly, his aim spot on and accurate as hell.
He watched in apt fascination as his balloon grew rapidly

"Come ooon. Come ooon. Faster. Faster."

SPLAT!! Xander's balloon exploded amid groans of defeat from
the other players.


Xander leaped in the air pumping his fist in success. Spinning
around he threw his arms around Spike and gave him a big hug,
bouncing and jumping, causing Spike to have to bounce with him.

"I told you I could do it. Did you see that? I won."

Spike laughed, sharing the boys excitement.
"You did indeed. Claim your prize boy. Pick your cow."

Xander's eyes got big.
"That's right. I got so happy about winning I forgot about Bessie"
Turning back to face the rows of animals, Xander pointed to one
of the bovine on the top row.

"I want that one."

Biff's face clearly showed disgust as he grabbed the cow and hastily
tossed it in their direction.

'Oh' Spike thought. 'So that's the bastard's problem. Well, well,
Mr. Biff, I believe you may have just earned yourself an invitation
to dinner.

Spike made a point of pulling a very surprised Xander into his arms and
giving him a congratulatory kiss.

"Come on, love, let's take a little walk and cool down"
Spike threw his arm around Xander's shoulder and led him away
towards a darker secluded area of the fair grounds.
Xander was so happy and busily fussing over Bessie he went

Biff stood by and watched the two walk away. It made him sick
to see such perversions in the world. Scanning the crowd he
finally spotted Dave, one of the relief workers.

"Yo, Dave. How about taking the booth for a while. Need to
see a man about a horse."
Biff grabbed his crotch and shook it. Several mother's steered
their children away and teenagers shared an 'EEWWWW' face.

Dave had also worked the circuit for a few years and knew the
job was a hiding place for the scum of the earth. He hated it
but had decided long ago that the best thing to do was turn a
blind eye.
The deteriorating state of mankind was not his concern.

Dave chose to ignore Biff's obscene display and gave him the
'go ahead' gesture with his hands as he leaped over the counter
and waved his arms with gusto.

"Hear up, hear up, step up and win a prize. Everybody plays,
everybody wins."
Laughter and chatter filled the air as the next row of contestants
claimed a gun and a spot in the line to give it their best and a try
for a prize.

The shouts faded away as Biff slipped out the back flap of the tent,
grabbing his Louisville Slugger from it's hiding place as he passed.

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