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.

Banner by BmblBee

10:15 pm Friday night
Xander Harris has 15 minutes left to live.

"Fuckin' Hell!"
Spike clutched the back of his head and rolled over on his side.
He felt around to make sure there was no huge, gaping hole in his
skull from the elephant gun that must have shot him and was
somewhat relieved to see it appeared to be in tact.

He squinted his eyes open and saw that he was still in Xander's small
closet sized bed room in his basement apartment. Two other things
became immediately clear. The sun had gone down and he was alone.

Xander was gone. XANDER WAS GONE!!

Spike tumbled over to his hands and knees where he quickly pushed up
and rose to his feet. When he did a wave of nausea flushed through him,
twisting his stomach upside down and threatening to toss him back into
the pit of unconsciousness he had just crawled out of.

Clutching the door frame he closed his eyes and steadied himself till
he was sure the room was done swaying and his feet were again on
solid ground.

Opening one eye experimentally, Spike looked down and saw the crumpled
note lying at his feet. Holding the wall with one hand he swooped the other
down to retrieve it.

"FUCK!! God damn you Xander!!!!"

Spike shoved the scrap of paper in his pocket and ran for the front door
pausing only long enough to glance at the clock on the kitchen wall and
see that he had 15 minutes to find and stop him.

Flying out into the night, Spike tried to ignore the pounding pain that still
lingered in his head to feel for the bond that connected their claim.
He knew as badly as he needed to just run, he would locate his pet
quicker if he took his time and listened.

Reaching out with mental feelers, he was reassured to realize that yes,
Xander was still alive. Where ever he was he was safe, unafraid.
Spike could feel that he was alone. Walking, touching........stone,
cold, hard..........HEADSTONES!

The boy was already in the cemetery. His death was waiting and Xander
was hurrying off to meet it.
Spike took off at a speed that would have impressed even him if he had
been aware of it. All he could do was run. Run and pray.

"Please, no. Please don't let anything hurt him. I'm sorry I made a wish.
Please punish me not him. Please, God, don't let Xander die, not tonight.
Not like this. He deserves more. Please take me instead. Just let me
get there in time."

Within minutes his feet hit the bottom of the hill and the small winding
access road that climbed up and into the Longview Cemetery.
He never slowed as he charged the last quarter mile up and around
the bend.

Just as he reached the gated entrance, it hit him. Xander was no longer
alone. There was someone else out there, in the dark, with his boy.

He leaped with the grace of a young cat over the rusted, ivy covered iron gate
dashing through the black of the night. He knew with time almost run out,
his best bet was to head straight for the area the Witch had said she found him.

It was a section of the cemetery he knew well. It was his home. At least that is
what he would have called it 5 days ago before he had settled into a wonderful
new life with his boy, his pet. His Love.

Now that he looked back, it seemed like years ago that he had been there.
Living in squalor, the room littered with the corpses of small dead animals
he had staved off a slow starvation with.

When he thought back on it he wondered why he had let himself get in that
state. Truth was, Spike knew. It was a cowards suicide. He was trying
to die but didn't have the courage to just end it.

Suddenly, interrupting his self examination, a breeze floated past him
carrying with it the distinct scent of his boy.
Xander was close and he smelled of distress.
Spike refused to allow himself to wonder what that meant and he rushed on.


"Shit, Spike. I'm sorry. I love you. Please, what do you need? What
can I do for you?"
Xander continued to rock Spike in his arms and coo softly in the confused
vampires ear. Spike briefly wondered if this was a last dying mirage or maybe
he was still drunker than he thought and he was back in the crypt dreaming
a new version of pink elephants in frilly tu tu's.

Either way, it didn't much matter. Spike was a creature that could recognize
and turn an opportunity to his benefit in the snap of a finger.
He knew from the familiar smell that this was the Slayer's boy. Her gopher.
Probably her fuck boy. He struggled to recall the human's name but
that was a tidbit that alluded him.

'Fine.' He thought. 'Let's just see how far this bizarre little scenario will go.'

"I love you too, um, boy. I need blood. Lots of blood. If you really want
to help me you would give me some of your blood."

Xander was washed in a warm sense of relief.
"Of course. Take it all. You know that's what I wanted anyway. Did you
change your mind? Will you turn me?'

Spike's mouth dropped open and he sputtered comically, trying to find
the perfect words to not fuck this up. He had clearly gone insane from
the hunger. The only question buzzing about his muddled brain now was,
'if you cum in a dream you wake up in damp drawers. Ergo, if I bite and
drain this moron in a dream I should wake up with a full belly. Right?'

It seemed extremely logical. Besides, what did he have to lose.
The kid apparently wanted to be turned. Spike rolled his eyes at that.
There was no way he was going to be saddled with a whiny, needy childe.

Just look what a pain in the arse he had been. Nope. Turning was not
on the schedule of activities for this evening.

"Yes, yes, I changed my mind. If you want ole' Spikey to turn you then
that's just what I will do. Now you know I need to bite you in order
to do that right?"

Spike knew in his weakened state he would not be able to hold the boy
if he suddenly came to his senses and tried to escape. He wanted no
misunderstandings. Wanted all the gory cards on the table up front.

Xander frowned. Something didn't feel right. He could sense the bond
and knew Spike was near by but it didn't feel like he was here. Yet, here
he was. Same beautiful blue eyes, same sexy accent, same clothes,
same, no, not the same body.

Xander ran his hands down Spike's sides and back and was horrified to
feel the protruding bones and thinly stretched skin. The only answer
his mind could come up with was that the blow on the head had broken
the skin causing him to bleed out.

Xander choked on the knowledge that Spike was in this condition because
of what he had done.

Gently placing his warm, loving hands on the sides of Spike's face, Xander
kissed the stunned, shocked lips then guided the vampire's face to the
throbbing, pulsing artery in the side of his neck.

"Please, Spike. Bite. My blood is yours."

Spike wasted no more time wondering about the strange comings and goings
that constituted life on the hell mouth.
He used the last strength he had to switch into his game face and he
prepared to bite down.
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