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Carnivale Mystique

Title: Carnivale Mystique
14/42
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 had slept fitfully, tossing and turning all night. Dozing and waking,
he had scooted and rolled from one end of the fold out sofa that acted as
his bed, to the other.

He had masturbated as soon as he got home, but only, he told himself,
for the sake of comfort and convenience. There was no way a hard on
of that magnatude was going to go away on it's own.

It hadn't even required an elaborate fantasy. No gorgeous women, no
handsome men frolicking on the beach nude. Just the unwanted memory
of a dangerous, incredibly beautiful man and he was spurting wad after
wet wad of release onto his hand and stomach leaving him weak and
quivering.

By 5 am, he was finally exhausted enough to fall into a deep, dreamless
sleep only to be awakened again at 6 by his Mother's shrill, insistent
voice bellowing down the stairway.

"Xandeeeerrrrr. Xander. Are you awake?"

Xander moaned and flopped over on his back. Thank God he didn't own
a gun. He knew that particular tone in her voice and realized that ignoring
her and feigning sleep was not an option. Without getting up, he shouted
back, hoping his own inflection would convey severe annoyance.

"WHAT?"

Surprisingly out of character, Jessica stepped halfway down the basement
stairway and lowered her voice.

"Xander, get up. There is a cop here and he is insisting on talking to you.
Hurry up. Your Dad is up there alone with him right now."

Immediately, Xander threw the pillow off his head and he leapt to his feet.
His brain scrambled for what laws he could have broken while his hands
fumbled for his pants and shirt. Throwing himself together as quickly as possible,
he hurried for the stairs knowing that even if he hadn't done anything wrong,
after Tony Harris got through talking, Xander could find himself on death row
awaiting the firing squad for a series of unsolved murders in Timbuktu.

Rushing up the steps and into the living room, Xander batted his eyes
and smiled in what he hoped was his most innocent looking expression,
all the time wondering what he could have done wrong this time.

"Oh, hey, Officer Werstler. Hi, wow haven't seen you in a while."

The patrolman cocked his head to the side and studied the most guilty
looking face he had seen in a long time. He had stood in this exact same
spot more times than he could count over the years confronting the boy
with charges of toilet papering trees, breaking windows, trespassing and
minor vandalism.

He had even, when the boy was 12, personally paid for a sandwich the kid
had swiped from Andy's Market. A crime of necessity isn't always wrong.
Despite everything, Xander Harris was a good boy and considering his
parentage, could be a hell of a lot worse.

"Morning, Xander. Looks like I woke you up."

Xander quickly licked the palm of his hand and swiped it over his wild
head of hair hoping to smooth it down.

"Oh, no Sir. I was just....ah....what can I do for you Sir?"

Officer Werstler considered sitting down, glanced at the stained sofa, and
decided to stand.
"Xander, we are talking to all the kids from your class that were at the
carnival last night. It seems one of your classmates, Larry Fine didn't come
home and his parents are worried. Did you see him?"

Jessica blew her nose on a paper towel and sighed, relieved that apparently
her son hadn't done anything this time to besmirch the good Harris name.

"Oh, he didn't go to no carnival last night. Him and his little girlfriend, Willow
Rosenburg was at the mall. Wasn't you, Honey."

Officer Werstler jotted Willow's name down on his note pad and looked
at Xander, curious to see what his response would be.

Xander cringed. He wanted to tell his mother to shut the fuck up and go have
a drink, but knew better. Instead, he went for surprised. He played the
'oh, funny you should ask' card as though nothing could be less important.

"Well, actually we did go to the carnival. We all decided we could go to
the mall anytime but the carnival is only here for a short time, but I never
saw Larry. Nope. Never saw him at all."

Officer Werstler continued to write. When he stopped, he looked up.
"All?"

"What?"

"You said you all decided. I thought it was just you and the Rosenburg girl."

Mentally, Xander grabbed the rubber, cartoon baseball bat and whacked himself
repeatedly over the head, screaming 'IDIOT!! IDIOT!! IDIOT!!!'

Outwardly, he remained calm.
"Oh, I thought I mentioned. It was me, and Willow, Buffy Summers and
Jesse James. But, I'm sure they never saw him either cause we were together
all night."
He hoped that didn't sound too alibi-ish.

Closing his notepad, Officer Werstler looked from one member of the
dysfunctional family to the other before marginally shaking his head.

"O.k, then. I guess that's all I needed. If you remember anything or if
you hear from Larry, you give me a call."

Xander barked out a laugh as the policeman eased towards the door.
"Sure, of course, no problem. Nice to see you again, Officer Werstler.
You stop by any time. Bye."

When the coast was clear, Xander slumped against the door in relief.
Then, before the questioning could start he dashed back towards his
basement sanctuary.

"I'm gonna catch a little more sleep. Maybe just an hour or so.."
And he was gone. Tony turned to Jessica with a scowl and she too
scurried away.

Flopping on his bed, Xander's mind went wild with the questions and he
knew one thing for sure. He needed answers. As soon as the sun went
down, he was going back to the carnival, this time alone, and he would
demand to know what happened to Larry.
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