Rating: NC17 overall.
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing. Certainly not the characters or products
mentioned in this story and unfortunately, the Bee makes no profit from it.
Summary: This story is a light hearted comedy/mystery.
It is based slightly (very slightly) on the plot of the old movie
"House Of Long Shadows". It is an HUA that tells the story of a very successful
mystery writer, Alexander Harris, who is suffering from a severe case of writer's
block. Against his better judgement, he accepts a $10,000.00 bet with his
publisher after claiming he can crank out a full manuscript in a 24 hour period. This
short story is his struggle to do that and the bizarre obstacles that pop up.
Warnings: Sexual dialogue and M/M slashy acts.
As always, special thanks to the amazing Petxnd for her wonderful banners.
The first scream had rattled them from their cloud of happiness and sent them
scrambling and fumbling in the darkness to stuff their tender, still half hard
erections back in their pants.
"WHAT THE FUCK, SPIKE?"
The second scream had Spike grabbing Xander firmly by the hand and yanking
him in the direction of the staircase as their feet tangled and tripped around
"Couldn't have put it better myself, Love. Come on!"
Spike knew in the pitch blackness, Xander would be stumbling and crashing into
the obstacles that he could navigate around so he tugged his boy close as they made
their move. Both men tried to ignore the stickiness on their palms and fingers
as they held on tightly to the other.
With Spike slightly in the lead, the men took off at a full run, darting and
dashing for the lobby. Just as they reached the landing at the top of the stairs,
Angel and Buffy exploded out of the darkness from the other direction and
with no time to stop, the four collided into each other in a slapstick cartoony
way that would have left Elmer Fudd stuttering and Daffy Duck spitting
as they tumbled in an undignified heap onto the floor.
Dazed, Xander grabbed his head as he flopped like a fish, sprawled out on the
worn carpet as Buffy bellowed in a honking, muffled voice.
"I think one of you bastards broke my fucking nose!"
Before Angel had the chance to chime in and complain about what felt like
a very bruised tailbone, the scream came again. This time it was easy to pinpoint.
It was Willow and she was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
Scrambling to their feet, the four wounded heroes charged down the steps,
terrified of what they would find but more than a little relieved to be back
downstairs where there was a marginal amount of light and normalcy.
At the bottom of the steps, they found the redhead. She was wild eyed and
shaking like a leaf, pointing and hyperventilating. Grabbing her by the shoulders,
Buffy shook her friend roughly.
Buffy had often seen, in the movies, where you should slap a hysterical person
across the face and wondered if she should give Willow a good one just for
general purpose. Ultimately, she decided she better try getting her to talk first.
She could always belt her later.
"What? What the fuck? Jesus Christ Willow! What?"
Spinning around, Willow pointed at the closed front door behind her and she
"Out there. He's there. He's dead. Out there."
Angel shoved Buffy aside and took his turn at the hysterical woman while Spike
and Xander both took a step back. Xander's eyes bugged and his hand
slapped over his mouth. Spike tried to maintain some composure and waited
to see what information the big lug could drag out of her.
"CALM DOWN! Get a fucking grip on yourself and tell us what the fuck you
saw. Who's dead? Who is out there?"
A high pitched whine escaped her lips as a violent shudder wracked her tiny
body. When she finally appeared to regain some control, she looked desperately
from one to the other, begging understanding and help.
"I was outside. I checked all around Andrew's delivery car and there was no
sign of him. I didn't know how long it would take you guys but this is a hell of a
big house so, I'm thinking, a while. Anyway, it started to rain so I jumped in
the car. I mean, shit, do you know what the humidity does to my hair?"
Buffy nodded knowingly. She had, more than once been caught in a sudden
shower and ended up looking like a human Q-tip for the rest of the day.
"Well, I'm sitting there, minding my own business, when I happen to look
back in the back seat. Oh, my God! It was terrible! It was horrible! It
Buffy patted her reassuringly on the shoulder.
"Calm down, Willow. It's not that bad. I'll bet every teenaged boy in
Sunnydale has pecker tracks across the back seat of his car. Unless, oh God,
are you saying that he had the pizza sitting in that fucking mess? EEEEEEE!"
Buffy screeched in horror at the thought of her food coming within ten feet of such
a vile contamination. Immediately, Willow swung and smacked her friend smartly
across the kisser, leaving Buffy stunned and silent.
Willow had always wanted to do that too.
"NO! It wasn't cum crust. Although, ewwww! It was BLOOD!!"
The other four gave a group gasp and stepped back.
"Blood! There was blood soaking through the back seat. I saw it! It started
as a small trickle and ended up a big humongus stain. The kind that no
presoak on earth is gonna take out. Well, I'm not stupid. I knew what that
Xander had to ask.
"What did it mean?"
Willow turned to him dramatically.
"It means that the blood was soaking in from the trunk."
She then staggered back and threw the back of her hand up to her forehead.
"Oh, Lordy, Lordy. I didn't want to look but I had to. The rain had let up
so I got out and went around to the back. I reached down. I pressed the
handle on the trunk and when the lid popped up, there he was. Andrew.
Dead. Stabbed with a knife sticking out of his belly. Gutted like a fish!"
When she said the last line, everyone turned to Spike. That was the very threat
he had made toward them all just a few hours ago. Quickly, however, Xander
recovered. Spike may be shady, sleazy, snarky, snide and sneaky, but he was
no killer and Xander had the evidence to prove it.
"NO! Spike was with me the whole time. He couldn't possibly have slipped
away and killed Andrew. You want proof? Here's your proof!"
With a snap of his wrist, Xander stuck the palm of his hand under the noses of
Spike's accusers with the order to,
Before apologizes could be issued to the smug blond or his proud companion,
the entire search part was stunned when the echo of someone pounding on the
front door again boomed through out the house.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM