bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

5 Days More

TITLE: 5 Days More
RATING: Adult entertainment due to m/m sexual activity
and language.
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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7 pm. Friday evening
Xander Harris is out of time.

Xander felt guilty as hell over what he had just done but knew
there was no other way. If he had tried again to reason with Spike,
well, it was Spike so there was no reasoning.

If he had just sneaked out, Spike would have located him through
the tracking device in the bond the second the sun went down and
dragged him back home.

No, he had given it a lot of thought. Allowing a plan to formulate
and grow while pretending to watch hour after hour of sports and
stupid sitcoms and he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
The how had been more challenging to work out than the why.

By 6 pm he knew he had to make his move. He desperately wanted
to see one more sunset, burn it deeply into his memory to carry with
him for the coming dark years that he would walk the earth.

At first he worried that he had no access to a weapon. Nothing hard
and heavy enough to incapacitate a vampire without doing him permanent
damage, then he remembered the far corner of the bathroom wall.

It was crumbling brick and he had more than once bitched to the landlord
to come and fix it. He was now very grateful that the lazy bum had put
him off with a million excuses.

Prying one of the larger blocks out of it's spot, Xander had waited
for what seemed like hours till Spike came looking for him.
He had hidden behind the door, and before he could second guess
himself, he swung, landing a blow that turned the vampire's lights out
quicker than a toggle switch.

He left a note. He really didn't want his master to worry so he had
explained it all in as few lines as he could manage.
It had read:

Sorry about knocking you out. I need turned and if you won't do it
I will find a vampire who will. I'm not sure how it works but I am
hoping you will still want me and be my Master.
I will see you in the morning. I should be fangy by then.
I love you,

As soon as he left the apartment, Xander had walked to the park down
the street. He sat on one of the swings and remembered coming here with
Willow when they were children. It seemed like a million years ago.
He hoped Willow would still love him but if she didn't it was all right
because the only acceptance and love he needed was Spike's.

Lifting his head, he tipped his face back and felt the heat of the late day
sun warm him. It was glorious. A light breeze rustled the leaves in the
trees and cooled his skin raising hundreds of goose bumps up his arms
till the wind died away and the sun's rays again melted them.

He watched the children that played on the monkey bars and slides.
They laughed and screamed with the excitement of someone who has
no worries in the world. They are just spending time, waiting on a future
that offers them all the wonders and opportunities the human world has
to offer.

Xander smiled. It was like he was on the outside of a bubble looking in
at a reality that was not for him. Surprisingly, it didn't upset him. He had
spent his whole life living outside that bubble.

He had spent years circling and trying to find the door, an entrance
that would allow him to enter and live inside like everyone else. Slowly
he had come to realize that maybe he was not meant to step inside.
The bubble had a locked door and Xander did not have a key.

As the afternoon wore on, the children went home. One by one, mother's,
brothers, sisters all appeared, collected a small hand and took them down
the path to the safety of their houses. Away from the terrors of the darkness.
Home to safety, supper, warm baths and warmer hugs.

Xander continued to swing, watching as the sun dipped lower and lower
in the sky, painting a picture in deep red streaks. It looked as though
someone had smeared blood across the clouds in honor of his coming
Xander smiled, bolstered by the thought. He wasn't afraid. Much.

He would have much preferred to have Spike do the honors. End his old
life and begin his new one, but it didn't seem to be an option.
The vampire's promise of 'tomorrow' rang false and Xander felt driven
by an overwhelming urge that told him it must be now.

Destiny had dictated it be tonight.

As the last of the blazing sun dipped behind the horizon, Xander hopped
off the swing and stood on his tip toes not wanting to miss any of it.
His last sunset. His last day. His last.

And it was over.
The sky was dark, the playground deserted and Xander was alone
in the silence of the night.
He wondered if it was the bond that caused the separation anxiety
he was feeling. A need to rush back to Spike's side and close the
physical space between them. No, he knew he had come too far to
turn back now.

With a sad smile, Xander turned and walked away.
Across the playground path to the sidewalk, He checked his watch and
estimated he still had a couple hours before the demons of the night came
out to prowl. Hours before Buffy would be doing the same.
It was time he would use well.

Walking down 6th street, Xander headed for the high school. It wasn't a
place that held particularly brilliant memories for him but it was a place that
had been the center of their world for four long years.

It was where he lost his innocence the day Buffy showed up and the world
tipped on it axis. He had volunteered for a job that should never have been
his and he didn't regret a minute of it. As much as he had struggled and failed,
they were the best years of his life. Years of almost belonging.
Nearly piercing the outer shell of the bubble.
Having friends, sharing secrets, fighting the good fight and being someone
who mattered.

It was also important for another reason. It was the first time he had ever
seen Spike. Angel's big ass had tried to hand him over. Oh, he had said later
on that he really wouldn't have done it, but Xander knew better.
He laughed about it now and wondered if Spike remembered too.

Standing there staring, Xander jumped in surprise when a dozen huge security
lights all snapped on flooding the perimeter in a blue-white illumination.
He decided it was time to move on.

Walking, casually strolling, Xander reached the edge of town. The poor section
jokingly referred to as Welfareville. The part of the city he grew up in. Home.
Heading directly for the brown shingle house with the sagging roof, Xander turned
and walked up the drive.

He stopped short of knocking. He avoided the broken door bell.
There was nothing he wanted to say to them and he was sure he didn't
want to hear anything they would say to him.
Instead, he just looked. Standing outside the window he watched them.

They were sitting in front of the television. Both had the ever present beer
in their hands and they were laughing at whatever antics Sienfeld and his
friends were up to this week.
Xander smiled and chuckled with them. There was no hate in his heart
for them, only disappointment and sorrow at what could have been.

Looking again at his watch, he realized it was well after 10 pm.
Turning his back on the domestic picture of the Harris', he headed for
the Longview Cemetery. He had a good feeling about the horse thieves
corner. It would be a soothing place to die.

It was a beautiful night. Just cool enough to need a light sweater but no
hint of rain. There was a quarter moon that made it hard to see, but then
he had been here so often, he knew his way around by the feel of the
head stones.

He had just reached the first row of crypts when he saw him.
A small crumpled figure slumped against the side of the Jimson family

"Damn" Xander mumbled as he hurried over. "Fucker got my vampire
bite. Shit. I knew I shoulda got here sooner."

The closer he got, the more the feeling of doom and gloom descended
over him. Something was wrong. The mud streaked blond hair struck
him first.
The black leather confirmed what his eyes couldn't believe.

Xander rushed up to the man and dropped to his knees.

"Spike? Jesus, Spike, what the fuck happened to you? I'm sorry, I
didn't think I hit you that hard"

Xander immediately scooped his beloved vampire up and cradled him
in his arms.

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