Warnings: Strong sexual language and M/M sexual situations.
Disclaimer: The Bee freely admits she owns none of the characters in this story
and makes no profit. I simply borrow them, then hose them down before returning
them to the shelf for others to use.
Summary: AU. This story is a follow-up to Carnivale Mystique.
At the ending of Carnivale, Willow vowed to spend her life looking for her lost
friend and that is just what she has done. Now, after nearly 40 years, she and
the carnival cross paths again. Can she finally get the answers she needs and
protect her granddaughter from falling victim to the special allure of the carnival?
During the telling of this story will be flashback chapters that tell how Spike
and Xander adjusted to their roles of master and pet.
Note: If you haven't read Carnivale Mystique or have forgotten the story,
there is a prologue that contains a brief summary of the story. Use the tags
at the top of the page to find your way there.
Thanks and credit to silk_labyrinth for betaing the spelling, punctuation and
finding wandering boo boos.
As always, thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for the banners that put the perfect
visual to my words.
As always happened, despite the chaos, or possibly because of it, the
carnival opened right on schedule. Spike had gotten his end away, as they
both knew he would, and yet when Xander emerged from the Master's trailer,
he was relieved to see that things had all come together nicely.
So, on that cool autumn afternoon on the outskirts of a small village in Ohio,
the Carnivale Mystique was opened for business.
Manned by the lesser demons and the human carnies, the music of the rides
was cranked up and the long strings of colorful lights were lit to entice the
first groups of curious townsfolk.
As expected, most of the early arrivals were the older, retired people who
remembered the days of their childhood when such traveling shows were
the commonplace. These were the men and women who longed to relive
their youth when life, as they erroneously remembered it, was carefree, pure
These were the humans that came to smell the heady sugary aromas of
foods their doctors forbade them from eating and to watch the rides they
had no interest in risking their lives or brittle bones on. They always came
early because despite their determination to revisit their youth, their older
bodies demanded they adhere to an internal clock that dictated their bedtime
was still 8 PM.
The others that came and went before the hours of total nightfall were the
mothers with young children. Little girls who would squeal in glee as they
clutched to the neck of the wooden horses on the merry-go-round and the
whoops of the brave young boys who dared to ride the real thing. Wannabe
cowboys kicking their heels into the sides of the ponies strapped to a wheel.
These were the memories that would implant themselves to grow and
embellish over the decades. These were the adventures that would be told
and retold a thousand times in the years ahead.
And then the deep darkness would set in.
A shift change would see a new group of employees take over. Like the
night, these were darker, undefined other than by the term 'carny'. These
were the suspicious, frightening men that gave the carnival the very air of
the scary unknown that the teenagers sought.
They couldn't have imagined the depth of that truth.
By 9 PM, the kiddie rides were all but abandoned. The line of people
impatiently waiting their turn to enter the House of Horrors was long and
fidgety and the barker had taken his spot in front of the huge tent that
touted 'Nature's Freaks and Geeks'.
The opening night of the Carnivale Mystique was in full swing.
Xander stood back and watched as Spike lit a cigarette. The blond vampire
was perched on the ledge that ran the length of the front of his game
booth and he lounged comfortably.
"Looks like you're all set up. Ya know Spike, this is our first night here
so you need to keep it low key. Don't kill anyone who looks like they
might bring heat down on us. I would really like to stay here for a while."
Spike rolled his eyes and sighed. He had heard this speech a thousand times.
"Pet, and I don't use that term lightly as I am the Master around here. I
am not some stupid fledge. I was present last night when you gave the
big talk to all the others. No killing, no violent fucking, no mayhem
yadda, yadda, yadda, till the close of our run. You know what I think?"
Spike slithered off his wooden seat and he dropped his smoke to the ground
before easing up and pressing their bodies together.
"I think you are just afraid I will sink my fangs so deep into some hot, pulsing
young thing that my cock will fill and fatten, forcing me to shove it up his
virginal arse and pound into him till my huge balls pump a gallon of cum out
my slit and into his screaming, begging body."
Xander sucked his teeth and crossed his arms in both boredom and
"Yeah, right, you remember what happened the last time you did that? It
took a week for the tips of your fangs to grow back after I filed them down,
and that cock ring damn near embedded itself into your skin before I unlocked
"Now see here. I am still the Master and you are the lowly pet."
Xander's face relaxed into a wide grin. He didn't want to fight. He loved his
master too much for that.
"You are right, Master of mine. So, if you have no further orders for me,
I believe I will go and start my rounds of the carnival grounds. The other
workers are not as controlled as my Lord and Master."
Spike knew the facade was bullshit but he loved it anyway. He was already
anticipating a rousing round of Master/Pet sex in the morning, so with a
snort and a straightening of his shorter frame, he nodded.
"True that. Run along now, Pet, and do your Master's bidding. Keep these
morons in line and kill the ones that step over."
Xander bowed low and concealed his snicker before he turned and blended
into the ever-growing crowd.
"Gram? Gram, you o.k?"
Xani's voice trembled as she stared, wondering what the hell had caused
such a violent reaction in her Grandmother's aura.
Willow shuddered. She swallowed and tried to regain her composure.
After all, she told herself, there was no reason to believe that this was
No evidence that, after all these years, the day she had both dreaded and
prayed for had suddenly and unexpectedly dawned. Could it be? Could it
possibly be? She blinked, and instantly the only thing that now mattered
was her instinct to protect her own.
"NO! Nononononono. Don't you even think about going there! Those places
are dangerous. The workers are convicted murderers, rapists and vampires!"
Xani stepped back. She had never seen her Grandmother act this way.
"You said vampires. You mean like Dracula?"
Willow rubbed her hands over her face before scratching her nails over her
scalp, ruffling her hair. She had even shocked herself when the word rolled
off her tongue. She had, long ago, convinced herself that it was all a
memory that time had expounded on and distorted with improbable details
that couldn't have been accurate. She believed the carnivale was evil
but for the sake of her own sanity, tried not to think of the many ways
that evil manifested itself.
The only point that had mattered was that her best friend had run away
with the show, but now she remembered it all in full screaming, horrifying
detail. Quickly, though, she tried to calm down. She needed to hold it
together for Xani.
"No, don't be silly. I just mean they are evil, bad men. You are NOT to go.
Do you understand me? Please, Xani, just this once, do as I ask."
Xani was shaken. There was much more to this than was floating on the
surface. It was an enticing mystery that challenged the boredom of her
daily life and when weighed against the virtues of being a good girl, heavily
tipped the scales in favor of disobedience.
"Yeah, sure, Gram. I'll stay away."
Willow slumped with hesitant relief.
Xani held her hand behind her back and she subtly crossed her fingers.