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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
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.
When the four friends met up again, the jubilant mood of earlier was clearly
gone. Grateful for the pressing limit of the girls curfew, they all were more
than ready to go.
Gone was the talkative, chatty exuberance. It was as if the very air that
filled Kutter's Field was somehow toxic and contaminated. Silently they
walked toward the exit, through the gates and down toward the walking
path to town.
Pausing at the huge maple tree that marked the fork in the road, Jesse
glanced at Buffy. He already knew that his chances of getting a kiss, much
less a feel, were slim to none. Truth was, he no longer cared.
"You want me to walk you...."
On the force of Buffy's answer, Jesse turned and stormed away. Buffy
snorted. She then smiled apologetically at the two left.
"Sorry. Look, I gotta go. I'll see you guys later. K?"
Willow petted her friends arm affectionately.
"Yeah, o.k. Xander will walk me home. I'll call you tomorrow."
Looping her arm with Xander's, they watched as Buffy disappeared into
the night. Willow was disappointed. She couldn't imagine how the evening
had gone so wrong. There just didn't seem to be any defining moment
she could put her finger on.
Silently, they moved on down the street till they found themselves standing
on the stoop of the Rosenburg house. Willow looked up at her front door
"Well, tonight was....."
"Yeah it was."
Willow shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
"Xander, are things weird between us?"
Suddenly, Xander felt very lonely and scared. He scooped her up in his arms
and hugged her close.
"NO! No, we are still bestest friends forever. Nothing will ever change
that. I need you Willow. I need you to be my friend."
Willow hugged him back. It wasn't the relationship she wanted with him but
she knew how lucky she was to have this. With a quick peck on his cheek
she smiled, spun around and ran up the steps and into the house.
Sadly, Xander turned and walked away.
"Well, well, well. How very touching."
Xander jumped straight in the air. His head jerked to the left as his eyes
sought the owner of the familiar, terrifying voice. His heart slammed painfully
in his chest as he watched the slim, blond man step out from behind the tree.
The thought of running was much to complicated and complex to form in his
brain. His body shook in fear as he stared at the man who leaned casually
against the tree and lit a cigarette.
When he was finally able to form words, his voice squeaked.
"What do you want?"
Spike inhaled deeply then blew a long stream of menthol smoke in Xander's
"Well, bloody rude, that is. Can't a bloke go for a walk in this town without
being accosted by a ruffian such as yourself?"
Instantly, fury knocked fear off the table and Xander stepped forward, his
fists balled up.
"What? How dare you? I was minding my own business! You approached
me! I want nothing to do with you!"
Xander turned his back to the man. He had every intention of storming off in
a huff of righteous indignation.
"That so? That why you were watching me? Did you like what you saw?
I knew you were there."
Xander dropped his head as the memory of what he had seen flooded back
with the force of a crashing wave. He still wasn't certain how much of it was
real and how much was a trick of the mind. He had to know.
"What did you do to him?"
"Nothing he didn't want me to do, Xander."
Xanders' voice quivered as he continued.
"You bit him. I saw you bite him. Something happened to your face and
you bit him."
Spike pushed off from the tree and moved up to stand just a fraction of
an inch from the terrified boy's back.
"Yes, my face changed. My cock was buried deep in his arse and I was
getting my end away. We all have a fuck face. Seldom attractive. You
ever look in the mirror when you fuck your hand? Ever see yourself
at the moment your cock gets rock hard and you shoot your wad all
over yourself? I doubt you are no Brad Pitt at that moment. Would you
like me to see and tell you? Do you want to show me your fuck face?"
A violent shudder ran through Xanders' body and despite the fear and angry
revulsion he felt, his cock hardened as a warmth flooded through him.
Suddenly, another thought entered Xander's mind and he faced his tormentor.
"You called me Xander. Twice. How did you know my name?"
Calmly, Spike searched the night sky. When he found what he was looking
for, he pointed with his cigarette still between his fingers.
"Over there. See that bright star? Your coming was foretold to me, Xander.
Three angels came to me while I was tending sheep in the field and they told me....."
Still staring up at the star in the sky, Xander exploded.
"SHUT UP! Leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you! Leave
Xander spun around to face his accoster only to find himself alone.
He stumbled in a full circle. Twice. But there was no trace of the blond.
If it hadn't been for the faint odor of menthol that still lingered in the air,
Xander might have been convinced he was totally insane.
With a gasp and a whine, he took off for home, running as fast as his
legs would carry him.