All Hallows Eve
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All Hallows Eve
AUTHOR: Shimmer
EMAIL: Lakshmi242003@yahoo.com
TITLE: All Hallows Eve
SPOILERS: Set early in season 7 so spoilers up to there I guess.
WARNINGS: um, tricky. M/M slash, violence, language
RATING: PG through NC-17
PAIRING: S/X
DISTRIBUTION: Edi’s site, Deepest Darkest Desires. Anyone else, just ask.
FEEDBACK: Please.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Um. This is set early in season seven and veering directly into AU from there. Willow is back in Sunnydale, Spike has moved in with Xander and Giles hasn’t shown up with the potentials yet. The song lyrics are from ‘All Hallows Eve’ by Type O Negative. Thanks to Edi for the beta on this part.
DISCLAIMER: Absolutely not mine. They all belong the Joss and to Mutant Enemy, etc…
SUMMARY: It’s Halloween. Nothing ever happens on Halloween.
Intro.
A single black-cloaked figure stood stiffly over a pentacle carved deeply into the soft, cemetery dirt. The night was black and cold and heavy, carrying an eerie stillness as if both the natural and the supernatural had simply deserted this corner of Sunnydale and left the darkly shrouded figure to its lonely work. The silence was finally broken by a low, throbbing chant that a long minute later was accompanied by a plaintive wailing from something unseen in the mist.
~Fires burn ‘neath black twisted boughs
Sacrifice-to above
Smoke swirling toward misting clouds
Offering-of this blood~
~*~*~
It was fall again. Xander inhaled chill air scented with wood smoke as he sat on a tombstone watching Buffy easily dispatch a pair of fledgling vamps among the newly fallen leaves.
It took him back. Back to when fall had meant re-entering the musty, danger filled halls of Sunnydale High. Back to a time spent worrying about girls (constantly) and homework (occasionally) before a tiny blonde whirlwind had entered and changed his life forever.
Buffy spun and leapt and kicked, sending showers of leaves through the air around them. Xander sighed. He may, every now and again, get tired of Buffy’s different complexes, and it may annoy him once in a while that she seemed to forget about him, but he never got tired of watching her fight. It was what she was meant to do and what she was most comfortable doing. He wished he had something like that. Something truly meaningful. Just for him.
Jesus. He was practically brooding. That would never do. Xander wasn bro brooder by nature. At least not that he let on. Whoops. Xander was startled from his unwelcome bout of introspection by the appearance nothnother fledge behind him. It took some doing and it wasn’t graceful, but he took care of it.
Returning his stake to his pocket he turned backBuffBuffy. “Hey Buff, need any help?”
She didn’t even turn around. “No thanks, Xander, I think I can take it from here…”
Of course she could. Xander was, as always, simply superfluous. As he turned and walked through the rear of the cemetery on his way home he felt a strange chill, like someone had walked over his grave. As he shuddered and rubbed his goose-bumped arms he remembered that Halloween was only a week away. He’d always been a bit frightened of Halloween. Something inside of him got all shrinky and gibbery thinking about it and that was even before he’d met the Slayer and learned that those things that go bump in the night were real. He grinned and chuckled to himself, “Of course, nothing ever happens on Halloween.”
~Into the flames-and without shame
consumed with howls and screams
Pumpkins grin-in all their despair
on All Hallows Eve~
Part 1.
The next day passed with Xander unable to shake the uneasy feeling that had crept over him in the cemetery the nigeforefore. It didn’t help his mood any that Spike was acting strange as well, slinking about, snapping at everyone and looking more pale (if that were at all possible) than usual.
It was a weekend and the remaining Scoobies were congregated at the Summer’s house eating pizza and watching movies. Willow was browsing through a book while chatting with Dawn and Buffy sat looking glazed and as generally unresponsive as Xander felt.
He had to do something. “So Buffy, Willow, Halloween is coming and should we be looking out for anything special this year? Y’know like lively costumes, miniature fear demons in frat houses-that sort of thing?”
Both girls were startled by the interruption and looked blankly at Xander for a moment. “Umm. Well. I really don’t think so, Xander. Why-?” Willow’s tentative answer was cut off by Spike’s sudden appearance from out of the shadowy kitchen. “C’mon, Harris.” The vampire tried to sound derisive but his voice was hoarse and cracking. “This year Halloween’s not going to be anything to worry your empty little head about. Nope. Trust me.” Spike attempted a mix of genuine and nonchalant but the dark circles under his shifting blue eyes spoiled the effect.
“can can you be so sure?“ Buffy had taken closer notice of the conversation when the vamp joined in so unexpectedly and she was now looking at him and noting the signs of stress on his face, as Xander had earlier. “And what’s with you? Not getting enough sleep? I thought that you were getting better.”
Spike waved a hand at her. “Oh, just fine! Closet‘s a rdreadream. I wouldn’t waste my time on Halloween, though. Before you know it, it will have come and gone. No crisis, no apocalypse and nobody dead.” He was looking right at Xander when he said the last whose chills had grown stronger the more Spike denied that there would be any trouble.
Buffy seemed to dismiss the issue then, choosing to go back to her inner thoughts, but Xander kept his eyes locked on Spike as the vampire gave him a weak sneer and walked out of the house, presumably toward their shared apartment.
~*~*~
Spike had not gone straight home and that worried Xander who tro trouble sleeping. His heart was racing and he felt short of breath, as if he were deeply afraid of something but didn’t know what. When he got up to get a glass of water from the bathroom he had that creeping sensation that you get when someone is watching you, and as he glanced in the mirror there was a brief, terrifying second when a second face was reflected next to his own.
He gasped out a shaky scream anrnedrned around. There was nothing and no one there but his skin was absolutely crawling. He had to get out. He didn’t feel safe in his own apartment. The streets were hardly any safer but he was willing to risk all manner of familiar threats to escape whatever was currently haunting his home.
It didn’t take long for Xander to realize where he wanted to go. The cemetery. Spike had to be in the cemetery and Xander just couldn’t shake the suspicion that Spike was hiding something and now was as good a time as any to figure out what.
Of course, Spike wasn’t in his old crypt, which hadn't been a welcoming place when the grumpy vampire had been in residence. It was positively sinister empty. Xander was not deterred. He let himself in and set about trying to find some light. It appeared that all there was on hand were some burnt down candles on the sarcophagus that Xander promptly lit. Wait a minute. Who left black candles lying around? Black cas wis with strange writing on them? And what in God’s name was that noise?
There was a rhythmic, hypnotic chanting coming from all around the crypt and in the distance Xander could hear what sounded like crying.
~Cruel be the wind as it quells my words
I shout out-to the rain
Incantations I’ve so hoped you hear-that you-live again~
Xander felt a sadness well up deep inside of him, warring with his fear. But before he could go outside to investigate, the sounds ceased and Spike entered the crypt.
“Where have you been and what was with the chanting?” Xander snapped, trying to cover for his troubled emotions.
Spike looked more than a little shocked to see him, but the blond vampire merely shrugged and said, “I don’t have to account for my whereabouts to you, boy, and I have no idea what you mean about chanting.” He sniffed a little, smelling Xander’s fear. “Why’re you here, anyway, and not home safe, all snuggled in your bed?”
“Something’s in my house.” He blurted out. *Lord, I sound like a wuss.* He’d lived on the Hellmouth all his life and now he was scared of a little haunting. “Something’s in my house and I think that you know what it is.”
Spike looked at him, slightly bemused. “No idea what you’re talking about, Harris, but if you want to you can pull up a stone slab and stay the night here.” He paused. “Why don’t we both stay here, eh? If there really is something going on at your place then we can check it out tomorrow.” With that the vampire slipped below ground and began rummaging, reemerging a moment later with some ratty blankets. “This appears to be all that the scavengers left.” He tossed them to the floor next to Xander before flopping down with them. “I’m off to sleep then. G’night.”
Xander stood looking at the vampire for a moment wondering why Spike had seemed almost eager to stay out in the cold with him rather than just brushing off his fears and jaunting off to confront whatever was in the apartment. It was another mystery to be solved later, he supposed, as he sank down onto the cold floor of the crypt and resigned himself to a sleepless night.
TBC
EMAIL: Lakshmi242003@yahoo.com
TITLE: All Hallows Eve
SPOILERS: Set early in season 7 so spoilers up to there I guess.
WARNINGS: um, tricky. M/M slash, violence, language
RATING: PG through NC-17
PAIRING: S/X
DISTRIBUTION: Edi’s site, Deepest Darkest Desires. Anyone else, just ask.
FEEDBACK: Please.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Um. This is set early in season seven and veering directly into AU from there. Willow is back in Sunnydale, Spike has moved in with Xander and Giles hasn’t shown up with the potentials yet. The song lyrics are from ‘All Hallows Eve’ by Type O Negative. Thanks to Edi for the beta on this part.
DISCLAIMER: Absolutely not mine. They all belong the Joss and to Mutant Enemy, etc…
SUMMARY: It’s Halloween. Nothing ever happens on Halloween.
Intro.
A single black-cloaked figure stood stiffly over a pentacle carved deeply into the soft, cemetery dirt. The night was black and cold and heavy, carrying an eerie stillness as if both the natural and the supernatural had simply deserted this corner of Sunnydale and left the darkly shrouded figure to its lonely work. The silence was finally broken by a low, throbbing chant that a long minute later was accompanied by a plaintive wailing from something unseen in the mist.
~Fires burn ‘neath black twisted boughs
Sacrifice-to above
Smoke swirling toward misting clouds
Offering-of this blood~
~*~*~
It was fall again. Xander inhaled chill air scented with wood smoke as he sat on a tombstone watching Buffy easily dispatch a pair of fledgling vamps among the newly fallen leaves.
It took him back. Back to when fall had meant re-entering the musty, danger filled halls of Sunnydale High. Back to a time spent worrying about girls (constantly) and homework (occasionally) before a tiny blonde whirlwind had entered and changed his life forever.
Buffy spun and leapt and kicked, sending showers of leaves through the air around them. Xander sighed. He may, every now and again, get tired of Buffy’s different complexes, and it may annoy him once in a while that she seemed to forget about him, but he never got tired of watching her fight. It was what she was meant to do and what she was most comfortable doing. He wished he had something like that. Something truly meaningful. Just for him.
Jesus. He was practically brooding. That would never do. Xander wasn bro brooder by nature. At least not that he let on. Whoops. Xander was startled from his unwelcome bout of introspection by the appearance nothnother fledge behind him. It took some doing and it wasn’t graceful, but he took care of it.
Returning his stake to his pocket he turned backBuffBuffy. “Hey Buff, need any help?”
She didn’t even turn around. “No thanks, Xander, I think I can take it from here…”
Of course she could. Xander was, as always, simply superfluous. As he turned and walked through the rear of the cemetery on his way home he felt a strange chill, like someone had walked over his grave. As he shuddered and rubbed his goose-bumped arms he remembered that Halloween was only a week away. He’d always been a bit frightened of Halloween. Something inside of him got all shrinky and gibbery thinking about it and that was even before he’d met the Slayer and learned that those things that go bump in the night were real. He grinned and chuckled to himself, “Of course, nothing ever happens on Halloween.”
~Into the flames-and without shame
consumed with howls and screams
Pumpkins grin-in all their despair
on All Hallows Eve~
Part 1.
The next day passed with Xander unable to shake the uneasy feeling that had crept over him in the cemetery the nigeforefore. It didn’t help his mood any that Spike was acting strange as well, slinking about, snapping at everyone and looking more pale (if that were at all possible) than usual.
It was a weekend and the remaining Scoobies were congregated at the Summer’s house eating pizza and watching movies. Willow was browsing through a book while chatting with Dawn and Buffy sat looking glazed and as generally unresponsive as Xander felt.
He had to do something. “So Buffy, Willow, Halloween is coming and should we be looking out for anything special this year? Y’know like lively costumes, miniature fear demons in frat houses-that sort of thing?”
Both girls were startled by the interruption and looked blankly at Xander for a moment. “Umm. Well. I really don’t think so, Xander. Why-?” Willow’s tentative answer was cut off by Spike’s sudden appearance from out of the shadowy kitchen. “C’mon, Harris.” The vampire tried to sound derisive but his voice was hoarse and cracking. “This year Halloween’s not going to be anything to worry your empty little head about. Nope. Trust me.” Spike attempted a mix of genuine and nonchalant but the dark circles under his shifting blue eyes spoiled the effect.
“can can you be so sure?“ Buffy had taken closer notice of the conversation when the vamp joined in so unexpectedly and she was now looking at him and noting the signs of stress on his face, as Xander had earlier. “And what’s with you? Not getting enough sleep? I thought that you were getting better.”
Spike waved a hand at her. “Oh, just fine! Closet‘s a rdreadream. I wouldn’t waste my time on Halloween, though. Before you know it, it will have come and gone. No crisis, no apocalypse and nobody dead.” He was looking right at Xander when he said the last whose chills had grown stronger the more Spike denied that there would be any trouble.
Buffy seemed to dismiss the issue then, choosing to go back to her inner thoughts, but Xander kept his eyes locked on Spike as the vampire gave him a weak sneer and walked out of the house, presumably toward their shared apartment.
~*~*~
Spike had not gone straight home and that worried Xander who tro trouble sleeping. His heart was racing and he felt short of breath, as if he were deeply afraid of something but didn’t know what. When he got up to get a glass of water from the bathroom he had that creeping sensation that you get when someone is watching you, and as he glanced in the mirror there was a brief, terrifying second when a second face was reflected next to his own.
He gasped out a shaky scream anrnedrned around. There was nothing and no one there but his skin was absolutely crawling. He had to get out. He didn’t feel safe in his own apartment. The streets were hardly any safer but he was willing to risk all manner of familiar threats to escape whatever was currently haunting his home.
It didn’t take long for Xander to realize where he wanted to go. The cemetery. Spike had to be in the cemetery and Xander just couldn’t shake the suspicion that Spike was hiding something and now was as good a time as any to figure out what.
Of course, Spike wasn’t in his old crypt, which hadn't been a welcoming place when the grumpy vampire had been in residence. It was positively sinister empty. Xander was not deterred. He let himself in and set about trying to find some light. It appeared that all there was on hand were some burnt down candles on the sarcophagus that Xander promptly lit. Wait a minute. Who left black candles lying around? Black cas wis with strange writing on them? And what in God’s name was that noise?
There was a rhythmic, hypnotic chanting coming from all around the crypt and in the distance Xander could hear what sounded like crying.
~Cruel be the wind as it quells my words
I shout out-to the rain
Incantations I’ve so hoped you hear-that you-live again~
Xander felt a sadness well up deep inside of him, warring with his fear. But before he could go outside to investigate, the sounds ceased and Spike entered the crypt.
“Where have you been and what was with the chanting?” Xander snapped, trying to cover for his troubled emotions.
Spike looked more than a little shocked to see him, but the blond vampire merely shrugged and said, “I don’t have to account for my whereabouts to you, boy, and I have no idea what you mean about chanting.” He sniffed a little, smelling Xander’s fear. “Why’re you here, anyway, and not home safe, all snuggled in your bed?”
“Something’s in my house.” He blurted out. *Lord, I sound like a wuss.* He’d lived on the Hellmouth all his life and now he was scared of a little haunting. “Something’s in my house and I think that you know what it is.”
Spike looked at him, slightly bemused. “No idea what you’re talking about, Harris, but if you want to you can pull up a stone slab and stay the night here.” He paused. “Why don’t we both stay here, eh? If there really is something going on at your place then we can check it out tomorrow.” With that the vampire slipped below ground and began rummaging, reemerging a moment later with some ratty blankets. “This appears to be all that the scavengers left.” He tossed them to the floor next to Xander before flopping down with them. “I’m off to sleep then. G’night.”
Xander stood looking at the vampire for a moment wondering why Spike had seemed almost eager to stay out in the cold with him rather than just brushing off his fears and jaunting off to confront whatever was in the apartment. It was another mystery to be solved later, he supposed, as he sank down onto the cold floor of the crypt and resigned himself to a sleepless night.
TBC