RATING: Adult entertainment due to m/m sexual activity
DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. Conceived in the warped
hive of the BmblBee. She owns none of the
characters or products named and makes no money
from their use.
WARNINGS: Character death. Boys playing with boys.
Vampire/ human contact.
SUMMARY: Xander Harris is dead. Drained by a vampire in
the Longview Cemetery. When his body is discovered
his friends realize that no one has seen or heard from him
in the last five days. Willow comes up with a spell to send
someone back in time to find out how he ended up there
and possibly save his life. Spike is reluctantly recruited.
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5:40 am Saturday morning
Xander Harris has been dead for 6 hours and 40 minutes.
Willow knew it was almost over. In 20 minutes the sun would break
over the horizon in a blaze of red tinted glory and spell the end in
trails of blazing streaked clouds.
With her hands on the small of her back, she flexed and stretched.
Every inch of her body ached for sleep. Her tired eyes burned and
watered as she tried to massage her legs and work out the kinks that
had formed from sitting in the damp corner so long.
She wondered what the protocol was in dealing with a dead body.
A dead human body.
Since it was usually a demon who died, it didn't matter. They seemed
to have an inbred mechanism to deal with the unwanted corpse.
They either exploded in a gooey green or purple slime or they melted
away into a puddle, much like the wicked witch on the Wizard of Oz.
Of course the vampires were the easiest, they just turned to a puff
of dust and floated away in the breeze.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Willow had, hours ago, convinced herself that Xander hadn't been
He just couldn't be. She had known and loved him all their lives.
If something that drastic had occurred, she was sure she would know.
Now it was just wait. Spend the last few minutes that she could
with what was left. When Spike returned she wanted to hear it all.
Everything Xander said and did. All the stupid jokes he told, what
t-shirt he wore, what he ate for breakfast.
Her heart wanted to remember everything.
Then, when there was no more to tell, only then would she wake
Buffy and Giles and let the outside world in on their tragic loss.
Giles would call his parents, if they cared, and then the nameless,
faceless authoritative humans who would come and remove the best
of what the world had to offer.
She knew the police wouldn't ask too many questions. Xander's
death was just one more confirmation of the hazards of living on the
He would be mourned, briefly missed and then forgotten by those
relieved that it wasn't them or theirs, this time.
Slowly, she raised up off the little wooden crate that she had sat on
for so long her butt had slat shaped indentations.
Tip toeing in the deep silence of the dark room, she crept over to
where Xander's body lay.
She had avoided looking at him for hours, but now wanted to take
it all in. She wanted to lock into her memory every single hair on his head,
each callous on his fingers, the feel of the stubble that he hadn't shaved
It surprised her how much comfort she had gained from knowing how
he had spent his last five days and that he had been happy. Maybe
happier than he had been in years. She fought off the jealousy that it
hadn't been her that could make his last time special.
She silently approached the sturdy wooden table as if trying not to
The only illumination in the small wine cellar was two small bulbed
night lights plugged in low to the floor. Enough light to see where
you were going but not for fine detail or clear sight.
Stepping up next to the table, Willow stared down at the foreign object
that held so little resemblance to the vitally alive young man she had
grown up with.
As children he was her everything. He was her best friend, her only friend.
He protected her and accepted her unconditionally.
As a teenager she wanted him to want only her. To be with her in the way
that would have been the worst thing they could have done.
She knew that the risk to their friendship was to great.
As a young woman she had somehow gone down a
different path than him and not even realized she had left him behind.
Her small brow wrinkled in confusion. Apparently he was on a different
path too. One she never would have suspected.
Spike was wearing Xander's sleep pants. Spike said they were 'together'.
Spike was a vampire, a demon, a liar, yet Willow could see in his eyes
that this was not a lie.
She wondered why he hadn't told her. It was something else they could
have shared. Laughed about, talked about. She knew she wouldn't have
judged him badly, but she didn't know if Xander knew that.
And then there was the issue of Spike?
'Wow" Willow thought. 'I never would have seen that coming.'
Cautiously, she reached out, touching his hair and sighed at the soft,
thick feel of it. She tipped her head to the side, she hadn't realized it
had gotten so long. Sadly, she knew why.
Willow had always been the one to cut Xander's hair.
Starting from the time he was young and his only choices was his
drunken mother wielding a treacherous pair of shears, or Willow
with some clippers and a steady hand.
Over the years, she knew his head of hair as well as her own and
had actually gotten quite good. Now she couldn't recall the last time
she had cut it for him. One more thing he had needed from her and
she had turned her back on him.
Willow knew if she lived to be a hundred, she would never pay
penance for all the sins she had thoughtlessly committed.
Immediately she went about fussing over him. She tugged down his
shirt and smoothed out the wrinkles on the front. She did the
same for his pants, even trying to straighten out his legs despite their
stiff cold resistance.
She wondered how the funeral director would pose him. Hands
over his chest or arms at his sides? Neither seemed just right.
Maybe Giles would know.
Unfortunately, it would soon be time to find out.
It was nearly morning.
Willow went back to her corner to retrieve her small inverted crate
which she then set beside Xander's body. Settling in, she laid
her head on his chest to wait.
It was suffocating. Stifling and terrifying. Xander wanted to scream
but couldn't. The quick sand that filled his eyes, nose and mouth also
held him fast in it's weighted sludge.
He had no knowledge of who or what he was.
It was irrelevant information.
His body responded only to the immediate base animal emotions.
Terror, hunger, anger, and need. An undefined aching urge that grew
stronger by the moment.
All reasoning and intelligent thought eluded him and he operated
strictly on a basic animal instinct. An instinct that right now was
shrieking at him to escape the touch of the vile creature that was
pawing and clutching at him.
He had no idea what she was but the claustrophobic nearness
of her made him crazy. She smelled of blood and food, two things
that were quickly becoming his driving force. Each touch of her
hot fleshy hands caused the venom to boil and churn in his guts.
Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. The sound of
her breathing, the pounding of her heart resounded through
the small cave they were in, causing him a splitting headache.
He squirmed inside. But he knew he could wait.
He knew sooner or later he would be released from whatever
was holding him immobile and when he was...........