Truth Denied
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Chapter 39/62
They hunted in the night and loved during the day, and Xander loved him more and more. He stopped thinking of Jesse, it must have been the demon in him, and he fell in love with Spike.
It was sweet, every night they’d play games and rip out throats, and every day, they’d madly make love. They’d only found each other for a few months, but it was heaven.
They were walking arm in arm through a cemetery laughing, on their way to their crypt, when they were besieged by three slayers, making Spike swear. Spike had warned him about slayers, had told him what they were, had told him he himself had done away with two but had to admit he wasn’t good at killing this new team working slayer. Spike swore under his breath. Xander trembled as they stood back to back and circled around, trying to keep everyone in view.
The slayer with long purple hair lunged forward with her stake and Spike grabbed her extended arm and threw her into a mausoleum with a resounding crash, the hole in the side caving in on itself, the entire thing crumbling and crushing the girl alive. Spike didn’t have time to elate in his third slayer killing, his chocolate delight was being besieged by two slayers! No vampire was meant to deal with this!
He dove into the fray and Xander looked at him, shocked, a slayer’s stake sticking out of his chest. He reached a hand out to Xander, Even as he began to blow away on the wind as ash. Xander whimpered, and tried to back up a step, but there was a gravestone solidly behind him; there was no escape.
The short haired brunette grunted her frustration and anger, tears in her blue eyes at her fallen comrade. She flung angry punch and kick after angry kick and punch, leaving him guessing, leaving him bruised and broken and unable to fight. He was just a whimpering ball of pain when the third slayer drew back her arm and plunged the stake home.
Xander reached out his hand to her.
“Shari….”
Xander woke up, screaming at the top of his lungs, his mind swimming in confusion. He collapsed onto the gently giving surface and sobbed, reaching up to wipe his eyes free of tears… but he couldn’t move his arms, or his legs, or his neck, what the hell? He was tied lying down as if he was standing, arms at his sides, feet gently apart, on his back, blindfolded, but it seemed to be slipping off.
Someone was scurrying away, there was a suddenly louder sound of chanting, and incense fumes were passed over him, making him gag in their stench. He heard a familiar voice saying, “He woke up screaming? No, I didn’t! I swear, I gave him an alternate reality of what he most wanted…. No, it’s not my fault if it ended badly, stupid humans, never know what they really want.” Xander couldn’t quite place the voice, but he remembered it was from Sunnydale, so that couldn’t be a good thing.
“Hey, Mr. Voice! I CAN hear you you know, how about you untie me before I get mad, or worse, before I get hurt? You don’t want to know what's going to happen to you if you hurt me…,” Xander sing-songed out. Footsteps approached quickly and pulled the sash from over his eyes. Xander blinked and stared into the dark eyes of none other than Ethan Rayne.
Xander shrieked, then tried to lunge; Ethan just smirked. “Dunno how you got out of that enchantment, people have been known to stay in there for years… The worst thing in their lives gone, suddenly they have the best existence ever. Only problem is time runs differently in there than out here. Great, now I’m going to have to find some other way to incapacitate you. They were specific about not gagging you…” And he wandered away.
Xander called after him, “Hey! Hey! Rayne! ETHAN! Let me go! LET ME GO!” But Ethan’s back just retreated, and the group of hooded and bowed heads returned to surround Xander, chanting over his naked body. One of them refreshed the dried and flaked off blood of the symbols, and repainted them, chanting, his finger grotesque and skinless, making Xander shudder at it’s squishy touch. Xander started screaming and thrashing, the creature put it’s spare hand on Xander’s forehead and swiftly Xander was out cold. Nothingness clung to him and numbed him to oblivion.
It was sweet, every night they’d play games and rip out throats, and every day, they’d madly make love. They’d only found each other for a few months, but it was heaven.
They were walking arm in arm through a cemetery laughing, on their way to their crypt, when they were besieged by three slayers, making Spike swear. Spike had warned him about slayers, had told him what they were, had told him he himself had done away with two but had to admit he wasn’t good at killing this new team working slayer. Spike swore under his breath. Xander trembled as they stood back to back and circled around, trying to keep everyone in view.
The slayer with long purple hair lunged forward with her stake and Spike grabbed her extended arm and threw her into a mausoleum with a resounding crash, the hole in the side caving in on itself, the entire thing crumbling and crushing the girl alive. Spike didn’t have time to elate in his third slayer killing, his chocolate delight was being besieged by two slayers! No vampire was meant to deal with this!
He dove into the fray and Xander looked at him, shocked, a slayer’s stake sticking out of his chest. He reached a hand out to Xander, Even as he began to blow away on the wind as ash. Xander whimpered, and tried to back up a step, but there was a gravestone solidly behind him; there was no escape.
The short haired brunette grunted her frustration and anger, tears in her blue eyes at her fallen comrade. She flung angry punch and kick after angry kick and punch, leaving him guessing, leaving him bruised and broken and unable to fight. He was just a whimpering ball of pain when the third slayer drew back her arm and plunged the stake home.
Xander reached out his hand to her.
“Shari….”
~*~
Xander woke up, screaming at the top of his lungs, his mind swimming in confusion. He collapsed onto the gently giving surface and sobbed, reaching up to wipe his eyes free of tears… but he couldn’t move his arms, or his legs, or his neck, what the hell? He was tied lying down as if he was standing, arms at his sides, feet gently apart, on his back, blindfolded, but it seemed to be slipping off.
Someone was scurrying away, there was a suddenly louder sound of chanting, and incense fumes were passed over him, making him gag in their stench. He heard a familiar voice saying, “He woke up screaming? No, I didn’t! I swear, I gave him an alternate reality of what he most wanted…. No, it’s not my fault if it ended badly, stupid humans, never know what they really want.” Xander couldn’t quite place the voice, but he remembered it was from Sunnydale, so that couldn’t be a good thing.
“Hey, Mr. Voice! I CAN hear you you know, how about you untie me before I get mad, or worse, before I get hurt? You don’t want to know what's going to happen to you if you hurt me…,” Xander sing-songed out. Footsteps approached quickly and pulled the sash from over his eyes. Xander blinked and stared into the dark eyes of none other than Ethan Rayne.
Xander shrieked, then tried to lunge; Ethan just smirked. “Dunno how you got out of that enchantment, people have been known to stay in there for years… The worst thing in their lives gone, suddenly they have the best existence ever. Only problem is time runs differently in there than out here. Great, now I’m going to have to find some other way to incapacitate you. They were specific about not gagging you…” And he wandered away.
Xander called after him, “Hey! Hey! Rayne! ETHAN! Let me go! LET ME GO!” But Ethan’s back just retreated, and the group of hooded and bowed heads returned to surround Xander, chanting over his naked body. One of them refreshed the dried and flaked off blood of the symbols, and repainted them, chanting, his finger grotesque and skinless, making Xander shudder at it’s squishy touch. Xander started screaming and thrashing, the creature put it’s spare hand on Xander’s forehead and swiftly Xander was out cold. Nothingness clung to him and numbed him to oblivion.