My May Day Human

Title: My May Day Human
Author: Raihne
Feedback: jazzhot80@hotmail.com
Warnings: Just fluff (it's obviously realreally R rated, but maybe after Xander grows up)
Disclaimer: standard, I don't own them but I can still dream. (Mmmm chains and silk and Spike oh my!)
Authors Note: I was thinking, what if Spike met Xander as a kid? It's been done before that he wins him, and that he comes to SD early and meets him as a young man (or a slayer) so I was going to just drop the idea as done. Then I noticed the date .May 1. May day. and I came up with this.

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Spike lounged in his warehouse silent, alone. He'd sent his last minions with Drusilla this last time she'd left him. //Again. Left again, Bloody disfunctional even for a vampire family.// He'd brought her to the Hellmouth, instead of to Prague like she'd wanted. He just didn't have a good feeling about that place. The Hellmouth was full of magic, it gave even Spike a kind of warm and tingly sensation and he wasn't one for the mojo. He'd thought Dru would love it. And she did, for about a week. Then she'd found a human that reminded her of Angelous and turned him. //Poor sod'll be dust within the week.// Maybe the little fledge would get lucky though. One of Dru's 'daddies' had lasted five years before she chained him up and forgotten to feed him, or cover the windows.

He shook the annoying thoughts from his head and stretched with cat-like grace. A noise stopped him half way through the very satisfying stretch and he inched along the wall near the door to peer through the small crack in the heavy boards covering up the window. There was something on his doorstep. He looked for the person who left it but couldn't find anyone so he crept forward and cracked the door open, snatching the thing up, luckily it was early enough that the sun hadn't come to that side of the warehouse yet.

When his fingers first touched the colorful something he blinked at the soft feeling, pulling it inside he stared at a boquet of dandelions and daisys, twisted into a crown. He stared at it, unsure of why it was on his doorstep, but the little wreath held no answers, except for the scent of child and a smudge of chocolate on one of the stems. //What is this then?//

If anyone had wondered into the warehouse that day they would have been dead, there was no way Spike would have wanted news of this to get out. A master in his own right, sitting in the shadows and sniffing a crown of weeds and daisys. As soon as night fell he set of to follow the faint scent of the one who'd left them. He didn't really know why he was doing it. He was bored and this was something new at least.

The scent took him to a small house, nothing special about it, no toys or anything in the yard though, didn't even look like these people had a kid, but there were three of them sitting on the steps A small boy with whiskey eyes and chocolate brown hair, another boy with limbs too long for his body, and a red headed girl. Spike stood and watched them, trying the figure which of the kids the scent was coming from.

The redhead had tears in her eyes, "I don't want to live with Grandma this summer. I wan't to stay here with you!"

"But I won't be here either." The gangly one tried to reasure her, "My family is going to Texas for the summer, to my uncle Bill's ranch."

The whiskey eyed kid was very quiet, "I'll miss you."

"Xander!" The girl cried, "I wish you could come with us!"

"S'okay Wills. I'm good." \ "But you'll be all alone."

"Yeah, all that free time to read comics! Heaven I tell you! Heaven!"

They all giggled together, then a voice from inside called for Xander. The girl and the gangly kid stood up and waved as they ran down the street. Only when they were gone did the last child let himself tear up.

Spike was impressed, the kid was tough. He watched him wipe the tears away and waited until he'd pulled himself together, then go inside. He moved silently around the house until he could see the kid again. He was brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. He went up the stairs and Spike climbed soundlessly up a tree and dropped onto the roof of the house, peering in through a window, open to let the summer breeze inside. The room was almost unlived in, but the comic books on the floor and the robot and alien toys dotting the selves proclaimed it a child's room. Sure enough, a moment later, the boy walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Comics." The boy hummed and pulled a few new books from his bag. He lay on his belly on the floor and snatched a pillow from his bed, stuffing it under his chest and arms to prop himself up. For a while he just lay there kicking his feet, until he stilled, as if noticing something wasn't right. He looked right up into Spike's eyes and blinked, "Hello."

The vampire snorted. "'lo."

"Uh. . . why're you on my roof?"

"Why were you at my warehouse?"

"Huh?"

"You came to my house this morning."

The kid nodded. "Why are you still outside?"

"Can't come in unless you invite me. S'not polite."

The boy sucked on his pointer finger a moment then nodded, "You're a vampire."

"What?!"

"Like in my comics." He rummaged around and came up with a floppy thin book with a classic caped and regal vampire on the cover. "Where's your cape?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"I'm ten. Willow says I'm supposed to and there's nothing wrong with asking if you don't know."

Spike smiled, the kid was cute. "Willows a smart cookie she is."

"Uh huh."

"So you gonna invite me in?"

"Are you a bad vampire?"

"Sometimes."

Xander blinked and deliberated a while before asking, "Do you wanna hurt me? Or eat me? Or make me your butt monkey?"
Spike coughed, choaking on air for a moment, "Where'd ya hear that?"

"Jesse said that Larry called him Miss Mintion's butt monkey."

"Maybe you shou'dn' be copyin' someun like this Larry bloke."

The kid smiled, "You're a wierd vampire. I like you."

". . . 'k?"

"So do you?"

"D' I what?"

"Wanna hurt me."

"Not p'rticularly."

". . . " The kid nodded, "I'll come outside then." He climbed through the window and Spike caught him as he teetered a bit on the sloping roof. "Mom wouldn't like i if I invited vampires in the house."

Spike smirked. "No problem bit."

"Do you. . .?"

Spike covered the boy's mouth and smirkedMindMind 'f I ask something?"

"Uh uh."

He held out the flowers, "What's this then?"

Xander, looked up at him and blinked owlishly, "May day."

"Wot?"

"May day. It's when you leave flowers on the doorstep for people to find."

"Why my door?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but the voice that had called him inside, called up the stairs, "Xander Harris you'd better be in bed and lights off. No more comic books tonight." He bit his lip and slipped bad into the window.

"I gotta go to bed now."

"Wait a sec!"

But the kid had closed the window anippeipped between the Transformer sheets and was already snoring, one arm wrapped around a hard plastic godzilla toy. And Spike was left perched on the rook, a crown of dandelions and daisies in his hand.

~tbc?~

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What do you think? Should I make it a series or end it here?