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True Innocent

Title: True Innocent 24/34
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: http://bmblbee.livejournal.com/tag/temptation

As always chapters posted daily, comments very gratefully accepted.




Special thanks to the wonderful and sweet Petxnd for the fantastic banner.

The scent seemed to be getting stronger and Xander knew
he was closing in. He prided himself on the fact that he easily
passed by the corral that contained the ostrich and he had done
nothing more than take a feather of two as a souvenir despite
the fact that he was just certain they would taste like chicken.

He raced by and leaped cleanly over the round cement moats
full of crocodile, laughing when they snapped at his long gone
heels.

He zipped through a tunnel that had glass walls, slowing only
for a moment or two to watch the sharks and huge colorful
fish that swam by. He remembered long lazy summer days he
would finish his chores and lay on the banks of the creek with
a cane pole and a line.
None of the blue gill or perch he caught ever looked like that.

Stepping out of the tunnel he stuck his nose in the air and again
sniffed. There it was! Close!
Picking up speed he was certain he was hot on the trail.
The artificial landscape changed often according to the inhabitants
life style, but he was now totally focused.

Skidding to a stop he gazed up the side of a rock cliff.
Even in the dark he could make out several small and one or two larger
cave openings.

Imitating a buck deer he had watched back home, Xander snorted,
clearing his sinuses of any foreign matter and the mixed scent of all
the creatures he had passed. He wrinkled down the deep furrowed
forehead of his vampire visage and flared his nose.

His yellow eyes scanned each of the cave openings for any signs
of disturbance and he breathed in deeply.

THERE!

His entire being focused in on the large cave on the highest level
of the rock. Leaping up, Xander landed neatly on the lowest level.
From there he wasted no time climbing with an ability he would have
never believed he had.

This was not the clumsily, stumbling, dependant fledge. This was Xander,
vampire childe of a master.

He climbed rapidly, the scent of his sire growing stronger with each step,
each handhold. Pulling himself up, Xander finally reached the top and swung
himself in to the dark, craggy, cave.

"Sire? Are you here? Come on, Sire, I can smell you. I found you.
I win!"

Xander questions and declaration were met with silence.
Cautiously he eased his way back towards where the scent drew him.
He was enormously grateful for his enhanced eyesight to be able
to see through the black of the night time cavern.

Feeling along the wall, his hand brushed something soft just at the time
his nose shouted EUREKA! Confused, Xander grabbed the fabric and
held it up to his face. Sire's shirt! It took a few moments before the
implication of what he had became clear.

When it all finally registered, Xander threw his head back and
let out a war whoop of a belly laugh. Sire had tricked him again.
A new wrinkle in a fantastic game. But he couldn't hide forever.

Xander held the shirt up to his nose and inhaled.
Love.
It smelled like sire and sire smelled like love.
With a new determination, Xander rolled the silk shirt into
a ball and stuffed it into his back pocket.

Turning to rush from the cave, Xander froze at the sight before him.
Blocking the entrance was the largest, snarlingest, teeth
showingest black cat he had ever seen. It's slick smooth coat
shone in the reflected moonlight at the mouth of the cave.

Fear and adrenalin shot through his body as his eyes darted wildly for
any other escape. There was none. He was trapped.

'Think Xander. Think. What would Sire do?'
He came up blank.
Frantically he tried to remember what sire had told him in the parking
lot.

'O.k. it was "be mindful of the perils around you" well, pffft, it's a
little late for that one.'

The black panther he had squared off, crouched low and swished it's tail
menacingly, interrupting his thoughts.

'Calm down. Next was "use your skills and power." Right. Sire did tell me
I didn't know my own strength.'

The cat scream/yowled and took another step forward.
Xander took a step back.

'What else? What were the other things he said?'
Xander's brain tried frantically to sort through the disorganization
that were his thoughts and finally called up the ordered tidbit.

"I got it! It was "focus on your goal and don't get distracted.'
Very slowly Xander eased the shirt out of his back pocket and held it up
to his face. He calmed and comforted himself with the smell.

He knew his goal. Returning to sire was his goal. Nothing could stand
in his way of reaching that. If his death had not been enough to
separate him from the demon he loved, then this stupid cat would
certainly not do it.

Xander stood straight. He dropped the shirt in his hand and he took
a step forward. Smelling the challenge of a predator, the cat again
let out an earth shaking scream and lunged.

Xander was ready. At the last second, before the cat landed on
him, Xander leaned to the side and punched with all his strength,
striking the big cat in the side of the head, blinding his left eye.

Hissing and screeching the cat instantly rebounded, this time
landing squarely on top of Xander. Immediately grabbing the
cat's ears, Xander held it's face up, just inches from his own as
the cat's teeth snapped and snarled trying to rip the face off the
vampire struggling under him.

The razor sharp claws of the panther had successfully found their target
several times and both his arms and stomach were cut and bleeding.
The pain and injuries were inconsequential.

Xander gave no thought to calling for help. He wasted no effort or time
in wondering what he should or shouldn't do. His focus and concentration
were strong as his confidence grew.

Throwing all his weight behind him, and with a firm grip still on the cats neck
he was able to roll them over so that the vampire was now the creature
on top. Flattening his body against the cat left no room for it's claws to do
any more damage.

Throwing his head back and releasing an unearthly howl that echoed
throughout the cave, Xander attacked.
He jerked the head towards him and slammed his fangs deep into
the throat of killer cat.
This time the blood tasted sweet, rich, thick and dark with power.

He drank on, long after the cat ceased struggling, stopping only
when the heart gave out and the veins ran dry.
He then leaped to his feet, tossed the limp, dead body to the side,
retrieved the beloved shirt, and he marched triumphantly from to
cavern back out into the cool night air.

He howled at the moon.
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