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Carnivale Mystique

Title: Carnivale Mystique
2/42
Author: BmblBee
Rating: NC17
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named in this
story and make no profit from it.

Summary: A mysterious carnival appears on the outskirts of Sunnydale.
Despite the sudden disappearance of townspeople and pets, Xander is
intrigued and wants a closer look. What he gets is more than he could
have imagined.

This story is based on a suggested story idea from the lovely Mystic Oblivion.




As always, thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for the banners that put the perfect
visual to my words.


Xander rushed into the classroom with no time to spare. His butt hit the
seat at the instant the door was closed and the bell rang signaling the start
of the home room period.

Willow looked over at her friend with annoyed concern. She knew his
family didn't have much money, but certainly the Goodwill store where
he bought his clothes second hand, had better than that. Even hand me
downs could be cleaned and pressed.

Although always rumpled, He looked worse than usual she and wondered
if his Mother was drinking again. It was something they both knew she knew,
but neither mentioned.

Willow studied her friend as he settled in and watched as he rummaged
through his backpack for a science book they both knew he wouldn't find.

Handing over her's with a copy of last night's homework tucked in the front
cover, Willow whispered quickly before the teacher returned to the front
of the room.
"You were almost late. Where were you?"

Gratefully, Xander accepted the book and removed the gift of a cheated
passing grade.

"Thanks. I took the long way this morning and I guess I should have left
earlier, or walked faster or.......something."

Xander just shrugged and busied himself by scrawling his name across the
much too neat explanation of the mating habits of the ameba, wondering
if he could possibly ask her next time to make it a bit less perfect without
hurting her feelings.

Willow glanced around to make sure that Mr. Heebert was still fucking
about in the back of the room, engaging in the same routine he had performed
every morning. Snap up the window blinds, unhook all the window locks
and, one by one, push open the lower halves of the tall windows. He then
sucked in a lungfull of air, patted his chest and announced loudly.

"Always greet the day and it will reward you well!"

His students used the time to text message each other, shoot spit balls,
fix their hair and make up and discuss their plans for the rest of the day.

Willow leaned across toward Xander's desk.

"The long way? You mean out past Kutter's field? Did you notice the
carnival? Well, of course you did. It's kind of hard to miss. That's funny
because Buffy and Jesse and I were talking before class and we are all going
to meet up tonight and go. It's Friday. No school tomorrow. You want to
come? Please, Xander, please say yes. It will be so much fun. There are
rides, and games and food and hey, isn't that the same shirt and pants you
were wearing yesterday?"

Xander ran his hand down the front of his shirt.
"Um, yes and no, same shirt, different pants. Carnival, huh? Yeah, I guess
I did notice some tents and stuff. I don't know if......."

"I'll pay. We can eat corn dogs and elephant ears."
Willow coaxed and used her best puppy eyes.

Every cell in Xander body was on hyperdrive. There was nothing he
wanted more than to run right now from the school building, dash across the
far side of town and not stop till everyone of his senses was filled with the
wonderful sights, sounds and smells of the mysteries of the carnival, but a little
voice in his head gave him pause.

It told him to lay low. Don't look to anxious. Play it cool and keep his
newest obsession under wraps. Forcing a fake yawn, he shrugged.

"Tonight? Um, sure. I don't think I have anything else to do. Friday supper is
Spam casserole night but I guess I can trade canned psudo meat for fat fried
goodness. Yeah, count me in."

Willow squealed and turned around in her seat, facing the back row where
Buffy and Jesse sat, and gave them the thumbs up.

Despite his attempt at self control, Xander had to grin at his friends enthusiasm
"So what time are we......"

"Xander Harris! Is there something you would like to share with the class?"

Mr. Heebert had worked his way around to the front of his room and now
stood with his short stubby arms folded over his chest and his flat ass leaning
against the edge of his desk.

Xander was unfazed. He had been in trouble nearly every day of his very
long confinement in Sunnydale High and he knew talking in class was such
a minor infraction it would not even earn him a detention.

He may not understand biology or be able to conjugate a verb, by Xander Harris
was intimately familiar with the state's scale of disciplinary action.

"Nope. Nothing to share, Sir. We are all just anxious to turn in our homework
assignments, Sir."

Xander smiled brightly as a chorus of moans and groans from the other slackers
in the class, the one's not lucky enough to have a smart, generous red headed
friend, rose up amid mumbled threats of surgical castration.

Mr. Heebert looked back and forth between a very sheepishly grinning
Willow who refused to look him in the eye and a chirpy happy Xander
who was waving his paper high in the air.

Mr. Heebert thought about confronting them both, examining the work,
comparing the handwriting and proving his case of counterfeiting. He then
remembered the last time he had made such a strategical misstep.

Caught, when the pinched butt of a funny cigarette fell from Xander's shirt
pocket, Mr. Heebert had immediately called his home and requested that
his Mother come to the school for a conference.

The woman had shown up in a house dress, sans bra, slippers and a set
of mismatched curlers falling from her hair. The odor of alcohol on her
breath nearly singed his eyebrows when she leaned in much too closely
and her behavior alternated between drunken sobs at how hard it was to
raise a lazy son now days, and blatant flirting, batting her eyelashes and asking
if there was anything she could do to make her son's punishment go away.

Mr. Heebert snatched the matching papers from Willow's and Xander's
hands and walked on down the aisles. He was five years from retirement.
Why make his fucking life worse than it already was.
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