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The Crossing

Title: The Crossing
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Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named and
makes no money off anything. Sad state of affairs.
Warnings: Bad language, strong sexual content between M/M.
Second warning: Although I did do a lot of research, this story is not intended to
be an exact historical account so please don't scream and pounce on a detail or
two that may not be entirely accurate.

Credit: The snippets at the tops of the pages are from a web site entitled "Titanic,
A Time Line of Events". Earl Chapman on the Titanic Discussion List originally
published this chronology of events. Chapman modified it slightly in 1997. The
1997 version formed the basis of this timeline.

Summary: AU. It is the spring of 1912 and Xander Harris, who has been living
with relatives in Ireland, is heading home. As a gift of love, he was booked
passage on the maiden voyage of the Titanic with the promise that it will be the
adventure of a lifetime.

Author's note: This story is NOT a retelling of any of the Titanic movies.
It is the tale of one man and one vampire forgotten by history and the destiny they
both find on this doomed crossing.

Spelling checked by the gracious Silk_Labyrinth




As always, thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banners and the valued friendship.


Sunday, April 14th

6:00 PM. Second Officer Lighttoller came on duty. He would remain on
watch till 10:00 PM.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For nearly an hour and a half the two men sat together in the damp, dim cargo
hold of the great ship Titanic. Spike's features had again softened and taken
on a human appearance and Xander surprisingly felt no fear as he remained
wrapped in the strong, cold arms.

Curled up with the constant hum of the ship's engines vibrating up through
his butt and legs, Xander listened quietly as Spike expounded on his life both
past and present. He spoke in amused, wistful tones, painting a picture of a
young man in Victorian England and of his beloved mother.

He touched just briefly on the night that Xander would have thought would have
been a monumental turning point but which Spike seemed to think of as almost
inconsequential.

The night of his 'turning' as Spike called it. Although curious, Xander was just as
glad. Every time Drusilla's name would pour off Spike's tongue like hot butter, Xander
would feel a tiny jab of jealousy prickle at his heart and squirm annoyingly just
under his skin.

Except for the few times that Xander interrupted with questions or requests for
clarification, he was content to allow the narrative to continue. He hung on every word
as Spike expounded on the points and properties of what Xander had come to think
of as the blond's affliction. To him, it seemed apparent that this 'vampirism' was
nothing more than a disease that his lover had contracted through no fault of his own.
Much like the plague that had swept across Europe, decimating the population.

It was nothing, Spike was nothing like the silly old wives tales that Paddy and
the other men at the pub told of ghosts, goblins and monsters. They should be
ashamed of themselves for finding humor in the afflictions of the less fortunate.

As the time ticked by and Spike's low, soothing voice carried on, Xander's
perception of the body that still remained cold and lifeless on the floor also
began to shift and slide. At first he had looked on her with horror and revulsion
and he tried not to allow his eyes to wander in her direction.

Later, the emotion had changed to sorrow and pity that it had been necessary that
she give her life in such a selfless manner. He was sure that she had friends and
family that would miss her, but we can never predict the last of our days. Emma
used to say that when a babe is born a certain number is stamped upon them by
the Good Lord himself and when that number comes up, your end is nigh.

By the end of their talk, her presence in the room elicited only gratitude. Because
she died, the love of his life could go on. It was a noble death that she could wear
proudly. She was merely a casualty of circumstance. Was it any different than the
steak he had enjoyed at dinner last night?

In fact, at this point, all his sympathies lay with Spike. An innocent man who had been
cursed with this horrendous reverse-fatal disease. He was as much a victim as, if
not more so than, any of the people who had unfortunately had to be sacrificed in order
to sustain his artificial life.

"So what do we do now, Spike?"

Spike leaned over and kissed his boy on the top of the head. If they had been able,
he would have been content to stay right where they were, snuggled and alone
together in the quiet cavelike setting. Spike knew that Xander still had no real
grasp on the situation and his comprehension was limited but for now, that was
probably the best way to go. Which is why his explanations had skillfully skirted
the word 'demon'.

"Now, we go on as we were. I'm not contagious, Xander. You can't contract a
case of what ails me simply by our close physical contact. I have been lonely for a
long time and since we have been together, I have been happy. Will you stay
with me Xander? You don't need to be afraid of catching what sickens me."

Quickly, Xander spun around in the vampire's embrace and he threw his arms
around Spike's neck. He was now far more frightened of losing the man he had
fallen in love with than any of the fine points of his disease.

"I don't care about that, Spike. I'll take care of you. When we get to New York
we can find a place together. I'll work during the day and make money to buy
you any medicine that you need. At night, we can go out or stay in and make
love. It will be wonderful."

Spike rubbed his face on the side of the boy's cheek. He inhaled, smelling
the soft soaps and shampoos that he had used to wash himself with. He clutched
the warm body tightly against his cold one and felt the heat seep through the layers
of fabric to just slightly alter his own temperature. His fangs itched to drop and
bite. His demon screamed at him to claim and ensure ownership of this prized pet.

The residual human in him wanted to cry with relief. The plans his boy laid out
sounded like heaven. New York was huge, vast and filled with transients that
would never be missed. A meat market that could fulfill any taste or need. Even
a vampire's.

"That sounds perfect, Love. We could be together forever. Just you and me."

Xander pulled back slightly as a wrinkle of concern formed on his brow.

"Well, not exactly forever. You said a vampire is already dead, so does
that mean that you can't die again? Do you live for a million years?"

Spike appeared to give the question consideration. As though he, himself, had
never really thought about it.

"Well, there are ways to kill a vampire, but for the most part, yes, I will just
go on and on."

That was an answer that didn't set well with Xander. He had envisioned them
growing old together, smoking pipes, reading the newspaper and doing all the
things married couples did. The idea that he would become an old man, fat,
wrinkled and unattractive while Spike stayed young and vibrant was not at all
an appealing concept.

That's when a startling idea came to him.

Spike stared into the deep brown eyes and he wondered what strange notions
were swimming about in there. So far, despite the discovery of a dead body
and the fact that his lover was a vicious monster, Xander seemed to be very
calm and accepting. It was more than Spike had hoped for.

He already knew that he wanted to own Xander but his understanding of how that
would play out was considerably different than this scenario. It would begin after
they docked in America. He would stalk the streets at night, prowling and slinking
about in the dark, following the boy and eventually pouncing. He would trick
Xander into inviting him into his home where his boy would be fucked followed
by bitten and finally turned.

He never imagined that Xander would want them to be together. Yet, it was true.
Spike could tell by the calm, slow heartbeat and the steady respiration that Xander
was not lying when he said he loved him. But now, just when he thought they were
home free, his alarm bells went off. Something had the boy agitated. He was flushed,
wide eyed and Spike half expected him to bolt like a horse from a burning stable.

"What? What is it?"

Xander blinked, paused, and collected his thoughts and nerve.

"O.k, before you say no, hear me out. You said that Drus...., that woman, was
a vampire and when she bit you, that made you sick with vampireitis too, right?"

Spike nearly snickered. Vampireitis. The boy was a gem and their life together
was sounding better and better.

"Yeah, right she did."

"So, bite me. We could be vampires together. For always."

This time it was Spike's turn to hyperventilate as he shoved the boy away and jumped
to his feet. Although that had been his original plan, hearing Xander ask for it was
just wrong. It was like a rabbit willingly leaping underneath a horse's pounding hooves.
It was like a salmon flinging itself into the black bear's mouth.
It contradicted the laws of the jungle that Spike fancied himself to live by.

With his hands clasped behind his back, the vampire paced back and forth, repeatedly
passing by the head of the forgotten dead woman on the floor as Xander waited
anxiously for an answer. Finally, Spike stopped. He calmed and he smiled as he
turned to face his human lover. The solution was simple.

"I'll make a deal with you, Love. We still have several days before the ship docks
in New York. Let's just leave it as it is for now and enjoy our time together.
When we arrive on dry ground, we can sit at a small cafe and discuss this further.
Is that an acceptable resolution?"

Xander rose up and extended his hand as though sealing a business deal.

"That, Mr. Spike suits me fine, although I must warn you that I will not change
my mind. Especially if you do that tongue thing again. So, suddenly I am just
about starved and since you have already eaten......"

Xander's eyes darted quickly to the shell on the floor and back to the man whose
hand he still clutched.

"....... I will see you up in the dining room in, oh, say an hour?"

Spike beamed, his smile reaching all the way up to crinkle at the corners of his eyes.
He gave the boy's hand a firm shake and released it.

"It's a date."

With that settled, Xander turned and walked away.
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