bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Carnivale Mystique

Title: Carnivale Mystique
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.

Since getting home from school, Xander had stayed in his basement bedroom.
He had paced nervously and his stomach was too tied in knots to think about
eating supper, even though it was his favorite of bean and weenie bake with
corn bread.

He had counted the hours, the minutes and the seconds until the sun finally
began it's slow, gradual descent towards the flat horizon. When it had
almost completed it's cycle, when it was exactly the ten minutes away that
it would take him to reach the border of Kutters' Field, Xander grabbed
up his wind breaker and he started for the door. His heart was pounding
with the excitement and his soul bubbled with anticipation.


Xander cringed. 'Oh, dear God, no. Not now.'

He quietly turned the knob in an attempt to escape when the voice startled
him by being suddenly just inches from his back.

"There you are. Where are you going? Why does everyone leave me?
First you father goes to the bar for heaven knows how long then I catch you
trying to abandoned......"

"What do you want Mom? I am kind of late to, um, meet my friends."

"Oh, well far be it from me to...."


Jessica immediately bent over in her 'I'm crippled' stance and hobbled
toward her chair to drop down and whine.

"My back is hurting me and I need some help. No one ever thinks of
me around here. No one ever helps me."

Xander balled up his fists and the muscle in his jaw flexed.
"Just tell me what you want me to do, Mom."

"I can't bend over. You know what the doctor said about my #5 vertebrae
being downwardly defined. I really need someone to load the dishwasher
for me. Pleeeeease?"

Xander slammed his jacket down on the arm of the couch and he marched
into the kitchen. He knew just doing it would be a lot quicker than arguing.
What he saw stunned him.

"Fuck, Mom! When was the last time you washed these. Every fucking dish
we own is dirty!"

"Xanny, don't swear at your Mommy. It hurts my feelings."

Over the course of the next 45 minutes, Xander used every curse word he
had ever learned and some new ones that he just made up. He stomped, stormed
and hurried as much as he could until every dish, cup, mug and saucer was
crammed into the ancient kitchen appliance. When he was finally finished
he dashed back through the room and grabbed his coat, taking no note of his
Mother who was now kicked back in the old man's Lazyboy eating a Kitkat
and watching Desperate Housewives. With no further discussion, he was gone.

Spike paced angrily around the tent behind his game booth. He had given the
boy strict orders to be here at sunset and it was easily an hour past. He was far
to upset to open his stand. There would be no stuffed black bats won tonight.
Not that there ever were, but just the act of setting up was out of the question.

Finally, when he had decided he could wait no longer. When a plan of prowling
through the streets until he located his wayward pet was starting to solidify
in his brain, the flap flew back and the breathless boy rushed in.

"Hey, I'm here. Sorry I'm a little late, my Mom, ACK!"

Before his eyes could see it coming, Spike was on him. His claw like hand again
circled his boy's throat. Despite Xander's struggles to free himself, the vampire
easily lifted him off the ground and shook him like a rag doll before tossing him to
land in a heap on the floor.

Xander gasp and rubbed his hand over his sore swollen neck as the bruises
already began to form. His eyes bugged wide and he stared up at the frightening
demon that looked down on him, shouting.

"Do you see me? Do you see what I truly am, Xander? You disobeyed me.
I gave you an order to be here and you were not here. You say your Mother is
the problem? Tell me. Tell me that she is and I will solve that. I will go to her
this very night and I can guarantee you that she will never be a problem again."

Xander shuddered. He did not need Spike's intention spelled out any clearer than
that. If he pointed the finger at her, she would die. It was true, she hadn't been much
of a mother, but he didn't want her blood on his hands.

"No. No. It was my fault. I'm sorry."

Surprisingly, that seemed to sooth him, at least marginally. Spike clasped his hands
behind his back and he began to pace. Back and forth. Back and forth. Xander
watched him without comment, question, or movement.

Suddenly, Spike stopped. He dropped to a crouch directly in front of the boy and
he appeared to examine him.

"Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you are not the one I was told to expect. Maybe
you are not to be my pet. Maybe I should just eat you. Drain you dry and toss your
wasted body into the lake. Or maybe I should turn you like I did your little friend.
That way I will at least have a fuck toy for a day or two."

Zipping through all the inconsequential, Xander's brain picked out one word
and zeroed in.


Spike stood. Much calmer now, his vampire face slid away and he turned his back
on the boy who was scrambling to his feet.

"That's right. Pet. It is an honor I am beginning to think you don't deserve."

"Please. I'm sorry. I won't be bad again. Can we talk about it?"

Spinning around again, Spike's blue eyes lit up with an idea.

"I know. I will take you to someone who will tell me for sure. She is the
one who foretold your coming nearly 40 years ago. She will know if you are
the right one. If you are not, you are expendable, but if you are, I'm going
to bring you back here and tan your hide."

Spike grabbed Xander by the nape of the neck and shoved him forward out of
the tent and towards the midway. Xander stumbled and tried to keep up.

"40 years ago? But I'm only 18."
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