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The Knight Slays The Trolls ~ Part Two 
20th-Aug-2008 12:08 am
Author: kitty_alex
Title: The Knight Slays The Trolls
Pairing: Spike/Xander, Spike/Drusilla, Spike/Xander/Drusilla
Rating: R
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bend to Joss Whedon's will and try my best not to murder his characters.
Summary: Drusilla wants to adopt a kitten and decides that she wants Xander. Years later, Spike and Xander have returned to the Hellmouth to help her recover.
Warning: Mommy!kink, Brother!Kink, Pet!Xander, character death and plain wrong doings.
Previous Parts: You can find the previous parts here.

“Is this your little boy?” The woman asked Drusilla.

Drusilla was sitting at the outdoor café where Spike had left them while he looked for suitable place for them to stay while they were in Rome, Italy. Xander was sitting quietly on her lap with some paper and crayons that Spike had stolen for him.

“The kitten belongs to me, yes,” Drusilla answered.

“Well, I’m a therapist back in America and I couldn’t help but notice your little boy’s drawings. They seem very disturbed. If you like, I can have a talk with him.”

Drusilla looked over Xander’s drawings, “No, he’s just drawing what the stars tell him.”

Xander looked up at the lady and pointed to a stick figure that was bleeding from the eyes, “That’s you.” Xander’s finger moved to the other figure in the picture who seemed to be doing the eye gouging, “That’s Spike.”

“Who’s Spike?”

The woman felt a hand grip her shoulder. She looked behind her to see some punk that was probably Spike. Was that his child? He seemed about as old as the woman.

“Is there a problem?” He asked her.

“It’s just your child there. He seems very disturbed. He was drawing pictures of you gouging out people’s eyes. I’m a therapist-”

“That’s all wrong, pet.” Spike said to Xander. “Usually I go for the entrails first. Kids today, you try to teach them something useful, but art is about expression. If he thinks I should gouge out your eyes first, it’s his piece of work.” He clasped his hand over the woman’s mouth. “How about I show you the full extent of Xander’s artwork?”

Spike dragged the woman into an alley near the café and Xander went back to drawing. He pulled out another piece of paper and began drawing something new. He held out his thumb like Spike had shown him, trying to judge what his next picture should be about.

“What do the stars tell you, dear one?” Drusilla whispered to him.

He stuck out his tongue slightly, “They say draw a flower next.”

Xander hummed to himself as he used the fake i.d. that Spike got him to order drinks from the bartender. His ass was especially sore and that made him particularly happy. The comics had always warned him about how vampires were evil and would kill you on sight, so it made him feel special that his family didn’t. He was loved by both Mummy and Spike, which seemed to uplift his mood even more.

“Xander! Xander, is that you?”

Xander took a sip of his beer and turned around to see a redhead pushing through the crowd towards him. Was that Willow? If it was then he shouldn’t be talking to her. Spike said she was a witch and Dru said to be careful of witches. He continued to ignore her, trying to make his way towards Spike, but she wouldn’t be stopped. She reached him in a matter of minutes.

“I knew it was you. I knew you weren’t dead. The police assumed you were and your body was just dumped somewhere else because all your other family was found dead. I knew, I just knew you made it out alive. What happened? Were you kidnapped? Did you finally make it out of their evil clutches?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Xander asked, though he was a bit amused that he was presumed dead. “I’m not who you think I am. Listen, I’m sorry your little friend is dead, but I’m not him and no matter what, he’s not coming back, so stop pestering strangers.”

“But, I’d never ever forget you. I know it’s you. You’re the one who gave me the yellow crayon when I broke mine. We dated until you stole my Barbie and beheaded it. I would know if it’s you or not.”

“Look, I-”

“Please, Xander. Come over and meet Buffy. Jesse is there too. He’d be so happy to see you. He really took your disappearance the worst. You can even meet Buffy’s boyfriend, Angel. He’s cool, you’d like him. I know you would.”

Xander held back a growl. Angel was a bastard. He had heard the stories from Spike about how he had gotten his soul and abandoned his childer. Spike had to take care of Mummy all on his own because of that bastard.

“No thanks. Just leave me alone. I have to get this beer to my brother.”

“You- you have a brother?”

“Yeah, and a mom. We’re just visiting for the time being.”

“Xander, don’t you see? Those must be your kidnappers!”

Xander felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and he instantly relaxed.

“Is there a problem, pet?”

Willow’s eye went wide when she saw Spike with Xander.

“You’re-You’re- Xander, that’s a- Xander come over here now. That guy is evil, I mean completely evil. I mean unspeakably evil. Just come with me and I’ll get Buffy.”

“Buffy,” Xander repeated tilting his head to the side. “I think she’s the Slayer.”

“That’s what that blonde bint’s name was? Didn’t seem like the all powerful Chosen One. She had to have her mum come and save her.”

“Pathetic. I bet you even I could take her.”

“Please! You take on a Slayer? You’d get yourself killed.”

Xander grabbed the arm of the retreating Willow. He pushed her into Spike.

“Then a wager, I guess.” He inspected Willow. “She isn’t really pretty or has any bows, so this one is safe to eat. Here you go.”

Spike clapped his hand over Willow’s mouth and began dragging her outside.

“A wager? What kind?”

“Well, if I win and kill the Slayer first, you have to wear my old cock cage for a week.”

“And if I win?”

“You get to choose your prize.”

“You’re on, pet.” Spike looked down at the struggling girl in his arms. “Know she’s a friend of yours. Want me to turn her?”

“Just kill her so we can go. I’m fed and once you’re fed we can go back to Dru.”

“As you wish,” Spike said with a smile.

He sank his teeth into Willow’s neck and drained her as Xander watched. He yawned, the thrill of watching Spike kill someone had worn off when he was at least nine. Now it just left with a satisfied feeling, knowing that his family had been fed. Spike dropped Willow’s body and began to walk away.

“Hey, you can’t just leave the body there!”

Spike gave him an odd look, “Developing a heart now, are we?”

“Please. There’s only room in my heart for two and she isn’t one of them.” Xander prodded the body with the toe of his boot. “I say we leave the body somewhere fun for them to find. Like an Easter egg hunt.”

“Didn’t know you were still into those childish games.”

“You know as much as anyone that I never really grew up. Just pick up the body; I have the prefect place to leave it.”

Spike picked up Willow’s body and followed him. After walking for a bit, Spike realized where they were going. They were going to Xander’s old house. They stood in front of it and it had changed a lot. The roof was in great need of repair, the lawn was over grown, everything about it screamed neglect.

“Do you think anyone lives in there?” Xander asked walking up the steps.

Spike followed and set the body against the front door. He looked in through the dusty windows to see that it was in the exact condition he had left it in twelve years ago. He could even make out the blood stains on the wall when he ripped out Mr. Harris’ heart.

“Must think it’s cursed or something. If I was living on the Hellmouth and a family just mysteriously dies over night after being ripped apart and some drained of their blood, well, I’d think it was a bloody party, but you humans might think it was a curse.”

“I don’t even remember them. I just remember what you’ve told me about them.”

“It’s better you didn’t, pet. Compare our Christmases to the ones I’ve told you about when I found you.”

Xander thought, “Well, it’s been awhile. Our Christmases there’s always brightly light tree in the warehouse and the minions, they always get me lots of presents, but I like your presents the best. You always know what I want. Then my old Christmases-”

“You were practically a slave. They had you sleeping outside and cleaning up after their messes. Didn’t even find your presents when we ransacked the house.”

“I don’t remember, but this house it’s just burned there. Like something completely evil. Not saying you’re not evil, but you’re family this is-”

“Uncomfortable evil, human evil. Human evil is always worse than demon evil.”

“Yeah, let’s just arrange her and go.”

Spike arranged Willow like she was getting herself off before she died. Xander held out his thumb and stuck out his tongue trying to evaluate Spike’s art.

“So?” Spike asked.

“I like it. It’s very you.”

“Let’s get back now. Dru would have had you in chains by now.”

“Well, she can just have an extra long play time with her kitten to make it up to her.”

“While I watch?”

Xander grinned, “What else would you be doing?”
20th-Aug-2008 08:07 am (UTC)
I deeply adore the scene with the therapist. It was too cute for words. "drawing what the stars tell him"! *snerk*

I am totally loving this !verse, and can't wait for more!

20th-Aug-2008 12:33 pm (UTC)
:D Thanks. I thought that part was cute too. I like writing kid!Xander with Dru and Spike. It's just fun writing them being all cute while being completely horrible at exactly the same time.
20th-Aug-2008 10:06 am (UTC)
I love the little bits that show that Spike and Dru really did treat Xander better than his real folks like making sure he had a good Christmas every year. They may be evil undead, but they cared and it showed and this Xander knows he is loved by the ones who raised him.

And the starting scene with the therapist was just too funny.
20th-Aug-2008 12:39 pm (UTC)
Yep, Dru and Spike have a lot of "humanity" in them, so I don't think it's beyond them to care for Xander.

Yeah, me too. The beginning bits are the best to write.
20th-Aug-2008 11:17 am (UTC)
Human evil is always worse than demon evil.

That is sadly true.

Oh and I love this :)
20th-Aug-2008 12:41 pm (UTC)
Yeah, it's always worse when a human mistreats someone because they had the option of not hurting.

:D Thanks!
20th-Aug-2008 10:53 pm (UTC)
This is just great. I've never read anything like it. Excellent chapter.
21st-Aug-2008 12:36 am (UTC)
Seriously? Cool and thanks. :D
21st-Aug-2008 04:11 am (UTC)
Deliciously horrible, in an innocently evil kind of way.
21st-Aug-2008 04:20 am (UTC)
That's exactly what I was going for. :D Glad you liked it, thanks.
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