All Hallows Eve
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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3,852
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3
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chapter 2.
Pt. 2
In the harsh light of day, surrounded by his friends at the Summer’s house, Xander’s fears seemed groundless. Still, Willow took him seriously when he told her that he felt that something was in his home and that something, in general, wasn’t right.
“And you think that Spike might be involved in this . . .strangeness?” Willow asked, blinking uncertainly at him.
“It’s just a feeling really, y’know, and the noises outside of his crypt last nightandeander knew that he wasn’t very convincing but he badly needed to have his friends’ support, even if it was half-hearted. Willow turned to confer with Buffy and Xander tuned them out, letting his eyes fall half closed. He hadn’t gotten much sleep and when he had dozed he had suffered nightmares of cold and snow and men with crosses and torches. Waking up entangled in Spike’s long, cold limbs had been almost as disturbing as the sense of dislocation that had lingered from his dreams. The vampire had seemed concerned but relatively unsurprised to find Xander trying to extricate himself from their nest of blankets. He’d also had the grace not to make any snide comments to the jumpy human about their situation.
Xander jerked back to the present, wiping images of snow and sleeping vampires out of his head, as Willow was picking up her sweater from the chair back where she had been sitting,“Right. Okay dokey. Buffy and I can go take a look at theeteretery and at Spike’s old crypt and see if we can’t find the candles that you were talking about and anything else fishy or magicky, or magickally fishy, or whatever, that Spike might be doing.” Willow bounced and looked eager to be off.
Buffy just rolled her eyes and followed the redhead out into the fall afternoon.
Anya, quiet throughout the whole exchange, looked up at Xander and gave one of her shiny and patently fake smiles, “Don’t worry. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
~*~*~
The girls returned looking worried. It definitely wasn’t nothing.
Xander felt his stomach drop. What could Spike be doing to him? Or be planning on doing to him? “Don’t keep me waiting. What’s the bleached menace got up his sleeve, kids?”
Willow glanced quickly between him and Dawn and Anya. She took a deep breath. “Itlookslikehe’stryingtosummonaspiritorsomething.”
Anya was uncomprehending for a moment before translating in her head what Xander had heard originally. “Willow, Spike is trying to raise the dead?”
At the same time Xander muttered, “What does that have to do with me? I’m still here. Still alive.” He patted his chest and sides reassgly.gly.
“Urm, not trying to raise the dead, I don‘t think. It just looks like a summoning. And I don’t know, exactly, Xander, what it has to do with you.” Willow frowned.
Buffy chimed in looking grim, “But you can be sure that we’re going to find out.”
It was unfortunate for the vampire that he chose that moment to walk in. Buffy was on him in an instant, pinning him against the wall. “What do you think you’re doing, messing with magic. And with Xander,” She added, as an afterthought.
The vampire looked tired, like there wasn’t any fight in him at the moment. It was a look that Xander still wasn’t used to seeing on the snarky, hyperactive vampire. “OK, Slayer. Lay off a minute, will you? It’s not as if I wanted to hurt the lad.”
“Oh?” Xander had a bit of trouble believing that.
“It’s the truth. There’s ah . . .this vision thing.” Spike looked pleadingly at Xander, who pulled Buffy off and nodded at the table where the vampire gratefully sat. “Y’see, I get them, every fifty years maybe. Not often enough to matter. Not like Dru or Cordy. Never been a big deal.”
“What’s different this time?” Xander asked
Spike let out an unneeded breath. “You. Dead.”
Xander felt like he couldn’t breath; his vision was bleeding to black and lim limbs felt numb. Spike’s words, spoken in his strangely hoarse voice had the unmistakable ring of truth to them.
For a brief moment Xander saw the shadow of a brilliant blond head and he caught the scent of heather and w As As the fragrance enveloped him he experienced the odd sense of being elsewhere before he drifted completely into unconsciousness.
Sometime later he heard people speaking around him, murmuring, like he was under water or hiding under a pile of blankets. Slowly he began to distinguish words.
“Xander! Wake up. C’mon, whelp.” He felt a cold hand lightly slap his face and smelled leather and cigarettes. Not heather. Not wool. *Why did I think that Spike should smell like heather?* Was his first thought, followed closely by, *how did I get on the floor?* Coming back to consciousness was a slow process, with much sputtering on his part and much cursing on Spike’s, as the vampire propped him up into a sitting position.
When Xander’s vision cleared, he saw the others across the room just looking at the two of them; Xander sitting wide-eyed and cross-legged on the floor, feeling green and achy, and Spike crouched solicitously beside him.
Xander turned to the vampire and spoke the first words that came to mind before he vomited all over himself and the black-clad Spike. “Why the hell do you care if I die?” The vampire looked slightly appalled at the mess and muttered, “Be damned if I know.”
~From deep in the earth brings forth rebirth
witness-but I shan’t believe
From below a chilling glow
On All Hallows Eve~
TBC
In the harsh light of day, surrounded by his friends at the Summer’s house, Xander’s fears seemed groundless. Still, Willow took him seriously when he told her that he felt that something was in his home and that something, in general, wasn’t right.
“And you think that Spike might be involved in this . . .strangeness?” Willow asked, blinking uncertainly at him.
“It’s just a feeling really, y’know, and the noises outside of his crypt last nightandeander knew that he wasn’t very convincing but he badly needed to have his friends’ support, even if it was half-hearted. Willow turned to confer with Buffy and Xander tuned them out, letting his eyes fall half closed. He hadn’t gotten much sleep and when he had dozed he had suffered nightmares of cold and snow and men with crosses and torches. Waking up entangled in Spike’s long, cold limbs had been almost as disturbing as the sense of dislocation that had lingered from his dreams. The vampire had seemed concerned but relatively unsurprised to find Xander trying to extricate himself from their nest of blankets. He’d also had the grace not to make any snide comments to the jumpy human about their situation.
Xander jerked back to the present, wiping images of snow and sleeping vampires out of his head, as Willow was picking up her sweater from the chair back where she had been sitting,“Right. Okay dokey. Buffy and I can go take a look at theeteretery and at Spike’s old crypt and see if we can’t find the candles that you were talking about and anything else fishy or magicky, or magickally fishy, or whatever, that Spike might be doing.” Willow bounced and looked eager to be off.
Buffy just rolled her eyes and followed the redhead out into the fall afternoon.
Anya, quiet throughout the whole exchange, looked up at Xander and gave one of her shiny and patently fake smiles, “Don’t worry. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
~*~*~
The girls returned looking worried. It definitely wasn’t nothing.
Xander felt his stomach drop. What could Spike be doing to him? Or be planning on doing to him? “Don’t keep me waiting. What’s the bleached menace got up his sleeve, kids?”
Willow glanced quickly between him and Dawn and Anya. She took a deep breath. “Itlookslikehe’stryingtosummonaspiritorsomething.”
Anya was uncomprehending for a moment before translating in her head what Xander had heard originally. “Willow, Spike is trying to raise the dead?”
At the same time Xander muttered, “What does that have to do with me? I’m still here. Still alive.” He patted his chest and sides reassgly.gly.
“Urm, not trying to raise the dead, I don‘t think. It just looks like a summoning. And I don’t know, exactly, Xander, what it has to do with you.” Willow frowned.
Buffy chimed in looking grim, “But you can be sure that we’re going to find out.”
It was unfortunate for the vampire that he chose that moment to walk in. Buffy was on him in an instant, pinning him against the wall. “What do you think you’re doing, messing with magic. And with Xander,” She added, as an afterthought.
The vampire looked tired, like there wasn’t any fight in him at the moment. It was a look that Xander still wasn’t used to seeing on the snarky, hyperactive vampire. “OK, Slayer. Lay off a minute, will you? It’s not as if I wanted to hurt the lad.”
“Oh?” Xander had a bit of trouble believing that.
“It’s the truth. There’s ah . . .this vision thing.” Spike looked pleadingly at Xander, who pulled Buffy off and nodded at the table where the vampire gratefully sat. “Y’see, I get them, every fifty years maybe. Not often enough to matter. Not like Dru or Cordy. Never been a big deal.”
“What’s different this time?” Xander asked
Spike let out an unneeded breath. “You. Dead.”
Xander felt like he couldn’t breath; his vision was bleeding to black and lim limbs felt numb. Spike’s words, spoken in his strangely hoarse voice had the unmistakable ring of truth to them.
For a brief moment Xander saw the shadow of a brilliant blond head and he caught the scent of heather and w As As the fragrance enveloped him he experienced the odd sense of being elsewhere before he drifted completely into unconsciousness.
Sometime later he heard people speaking around him, murmuring, like he was under water or hiding under a pile of blankets. Slowly he began to distinguish words.
“Xander! Wake up. C’mon, whelp.” He felt a cold hand lightly slap his face and smelled leather and cigarettes. Not heather. Not wool. *Why did I think that Spike should smell like heather?* Was his first thought, followed closely by, *how did I get on the floor?* Coming back to consciousness was a slow process, with much sputtering on his part and much cursing on Spike’s, as the vampire propped him up into a sitting position.
When Xander’s vision cleared, he saw the others across the room just looking at the two of them; Xander sitting wide-eyed and cross-legged on the floor, feeling green and achy, and Spike crouched solicitously beside him.
Xander turned to the vampire and spoke the first words that came to mind before he vomited all over himself and the black-clad Spike. “Why the hell do you care if I die?” The vampire looked slightly appalled at the mess and muttered, “Be damned if I know.”
~From deep in the earth brings forth rebirth
witness-but I shan’t believe
From below a chilling glow
On All Hallows Eve~
TBC