The Knight Slays The TrollsPairing:
Spike/Xander, Spike/Drusilla, Spike/Xander/DrusillaRating:
Buffy The Vampire SlayerDisclaimer:
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, and plain wrong doings.Previous Parts:
You can find the previous parts here
It was their first Christmas together and Spike had brought them to New York to see the big tree, he had also been determined to teach Xander how to skate. The tiny six year-old glided along while staring at the tree. He was bundled in the best Spike could steal, which was pretty good all things considering, all of which had been an early Christmas present so Xander could play in the snow. He had never seen snow before; in California it was always so hot and never snowed at all.
“Do you like the snow, pet? Dru is waiting for us by the tree. She wants to eat before we go Christmas shopping. Want to stay here a bit longer or go by Dru?”
“Just a bit longer,” Xander’s tiny voice answered.
“Alright, but just a bit,” Spike warned. “If you stay any longer, I might get hungry and eat you instead.”
“Why aren’t I like you?” Xander looked at him expectantly as if he was asking Spike if he was adopted, which he was, but this was slightly different. “Why do I eat french fries while you eat humans? Why aren’t I a vampire?”
Spike knelt down on the cold ice so he could look into Xander’s eyes, which was a mistake because Xander’s eyes were full of hurt and confusion.
“You want to be like me?” Xander nodded. “Why?”
“Be-Because we’re family and families, they’re the same. Bu-But, I’m different from you.”
“Won’t be different for long, I promise. When you’re of age, we’ll make you just like us. Then we’ll be a proper family, until then, remember we love you even if you don’t have a demon.”
Xander smiled, “I’ll have a better demon than yours. I’ll kill tons more Slayers and people than you ever did. I’ll be the first vampire to kill a Slayer before their turning. You’ll see.”
“Yeah, keep dreaming little one.”
“This is it!” Xander explained taking the cross from the pillow Spike had presented him. “This is the key. This will help me translate the book!”
Xander flicked open the book and began translating it immediately. He was muttering to himself and then he began snapping his fingers. Spike knew what he meant and ordered a minion to find him paper and a pen. The minion collected them and put them on the table next to Xander. Xander wrote what he read on the page, adjusting the cross and translating as he went. Spike smiled with pride, that was his boy.
“It lists a ritual,” Xander said. “We go to an abandoned church, we say a few words, burn a few incenses, and then pin her sire and her together until he’s dust. After that she should be completely healed.”
“So we need Angel.”
“Who is looking for you, I bet, because-”
“He’s dating the Slayer and we killed the Slayer’s friend last night.”
“Give the vamp a prize. I bet he went to Willy’s to get information, because well, he’s not a real vampire. He doesn’t use any of his vampire senses at all.”
“It’s unnatural. I mean, all with the soul having.”
“Yeah, I know. But I doubt the soul will affect the spell.”
“What if instead of dusting, he just loses it?”
“The kitten will die if Daddy loses his soul,” Drusilla said sadly. “He is not as attached to him as we are.”
Drusilla walked out of the bedroom, a sheet wrapped around her that she had fashioned into a dress, seeing as neither of her boys had been there to help her get dressed.
“But we agreed you’d turn me,” Xander said his voice gaining its child-like edge.
“The forever death,” Spike said. “The one you don’t wake up from.”
Xander’s eyes widened, “Mummy, you’d let me die?”
She ran her hand through his hair and hummed to him.
“Never, kitten. Your face is like a poem, it must never be erased. I would never let anyone erase your poem, not even Daddy. You are to be turned to be a part of our family. That is what the stars tell me.”
“When you’re better though,” Spike interrupted. “You don’t have the strength to properly make a childe, not yet at least. Xander found the cure. He worked so hard just for you, poodle.”
Drusilla smiled and continued to run her hands through Xander’s hair. He leaned into her touch, comforted that he was in no danger of being dead forever.
“He was raised to be such a good kitten. The stars sing his praises; they all wish to see him when he becomes a demon.”
“Will my demon be better than Spike’s?” Xander asked curiously.
“Like I’ve been telling you for the past twelve years, in your dreams,” Spike said, but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.
Part of him really hoped that Xander’s demon would be as strong as his. He would have liked Xander and him to be equals. He could hunt with Xander just like he did with Angelus before he took Drusilla away. But this time, he wouldn’t mind sharing Drusilla. Xander was their little boy. Spike remembered the first time Xander crawled into bed with them. Spike would have kicked him out and sent him to his own bed, but Xander curled around Spike while Dru curled around him on the other side. He had never been able to resist family.
“We’ll just see about that when I’m turned.” Xander flipped through the book as Drusilla continued to run her hand through his hair. “I’m going to translate the rest of this. I know you hate Willy, but leave him alive. He needs to lead the slayer to the church. Remember to remind the rat that we want her there after the ritual is complete.”
“I won’t forget. I ain’t stupid, pet.”
“Just forgetful. When you get what you want, you usually forget about everything else. Remember that one time you left me chained up in the bedroom for twelve hours?”
“I said I was sorry. Dru, tell him I’m sorry for that.”
“He’s not sorry for that,” Dru said taking a seat beside Xander.
“See,” Xander said. “You’re not sorry. Even Dru thinks it.”
“Traitors, the lot of you.”
Xander chuckled, “But we’re family, that means you have to love us.”
Spike ruffled Xander’s hair, “It doesn’t mean anything. And remember, no playing until I get back.”
They both looked up at Spike innocently. Spike bit his lip and could have sworn he felt his undead heart beat. His dark prince and princess were beautiful. They looked away and back at Xander’s book. Spike silently said a prayer that both his loves had short attention spans or he would have never made it out of the warehouse.