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Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Spike, Buffy, Willow friendship

Rating: R overall

Warning: Character death...sort of

Summary: Ten years after Sunnydale's destruction, Spike returns to the ruins. Chasing his lover on All Souls' Night, when the dead can return and walk amongst the living, Spike will do whatever he must to get Xander back.

A/N: Written for [profile] fall_for_sx . Thanks to my beta,[personal profile] kidcyclone , for putting up with my complete insanity while writing this. Also, a big thank you to [personal profile] virtualpersonal  for her inspiration over at [profile] waywardbunnies . I've twisted her plot bunny completely out of shape, but it was still the inspiration!

Spike watched anxiously, eyes locked on Xander. He had so much he wanted to say, but the words lodged in his throat. How could he explain the mingled joy and regret surging through him? He knew he couldn’t, that anything he said would sound trite, or worse, callous. So he said nothing and just watched.

A low thrum of power built around them, shivering through Spike and the vampire he held in his arms. Red’s power, Spike thought distantly, his body tense and rigid. No matter that she was helping Xander or that he knew she meant no harm. That kind of magic, that amount of power, shook him and made his teeth ache. Inside him, the demon scrabbled and clawed, desperate to escape and the muscles in his jaw ached from holding back the need to fight and flee.

The other vampire wasn’t resisting his demon at all. Spike cursed at the snarling struggling demon, wrestling him into stillness. The scent of need emanating from this facsimile of Xander teased at his senses, and his own tattered shreds of control. Spike could feel the growl rumbling low in his throat, the desire to bury his fangs and his cock in his lover’s body almost driving him mad.

“Gonna be so much fun,” the vampire murmured vindictively, “when I get him back. Think he’ll last a week with me gnawing at him? All that evil festering inside me, the need for pain and blood and screams…Poor Spike. You’ll have to watch him rot and wither, until you finally give him that staking you’ve been dreaming of.”

Spike shook his head, not trusting his voice. Too many conflicting needs fought inside him, too much pent-up grief and lust to be able to fight back now. He concentrated on keeping a firm grip on the vampire, trying desperately to ignore the truth in his words.

How would Xander be able to manage the demon? The memories of what he’d done drove Spike mad, and there were still days and nights of anguish that left him shaking. The thought of his vibrant lover, forced into eternal grief over the actions of this demon…Spike closed his eyes and shook his head. He’d spent the better part of his existence forging ahead, damn the consequences. Too late to change now, too late to back out, because Xander was slowly disappearing; the essence of his lover’s soul gently swirling apart and drifting into the body in his arms.

“I’ve got you,” Spike promised, voice low in Xander’s ear. “I’ll make this right, no matter what. Body and blood, Xan. Yours forever, now. Gonna make it right.”

He stood there, cradling the still cool form until he felt a hand on his arm. His head whipped around, face shifting into the harder, more menacing planes of his demon. He snarled in warning, and the hand retreated.

“Spike,” Buffy said quietly, “we have to go. Now. In another few minutes Sunnydale’s carriage turns back into a big pumpkin crater, okay?”

The words seeped into his consciousness, shaking him from his reverie. He lifted Xander, holding him close to his chest. He noticed Willow, probably collapsed from exhaustion, in the Slayer’s arms and gave a tight smile.

“Just not Sunnydale without wounded, “ he said softly, scanning the ghostly cemetery.

Buffy nodded once, her face hidden in shadow. Now that it was done, and he had Xander safely in his arms, he felt a pang of sorrow for his former lover. This one night had brought her as much grief as the last ten years combined.

“So,” he began, starting to walk away. “you goin’ to share or are we going the usual route?”

“Usual route?” Buffy asked dully.

“You know,” Spike returned, quickening the pace. Sunnydale was beginning to decompose around them, bits and pieces of buildings and people fading from view. “I use my keen insight to tell you things you don’t want to hear, you beat me to a pulp and then admit everything I said was true. The usual route.”

Buffy laughed, the sad and empty sound echoing in the growing emptiness. She shook her head and began to run, Spike hard on her heels. The town was crumbling now, collapsing silently back into the abyss.

They reached the outskirts as the last pieces of Sunnydale disappeared, leaving them standing on the lip of the precipice. Buffy looked back at the now vanished town, and began to laugh. Wild and hysterical, she laughed until tears ran down her face.

“I w-wonder,” she snorted, “if I’ll ever be able to leave that town without having to run for m-my life.”

Spike grinned at that, relieved that whatever had happened hadn’t sent her around the twist. Whatever it was, and he was fairly certain he knew, it would keep. Right now, he had to get Xander somewhere safe, away from the sun that would be rising soon and his friends, who wouldn’t understand what was about to happen to him. Xander was his priority and everything else was just noise.

Thank you so much to everyone who left feedback on this story! At some point soon, I'll be posting a Buffy interlude that will shed some light on what happened with Buffy and her soul. And because I just can't bear to leave the boys hanging like that, I'll be writing a sequel!

I hope you had a safe and happy Samhain/Halloween/ordinary day with no religious or commercial meaning attached (pick your poison there)...

on 2007-11-01 03:53 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
This was a great story. I will be looking for the sequel to this. You left so many questions unanswered. What did happen to Buffy's soul and will she, Willow and Spike tell anyone that she doesn't have one. Will Xander be truly able to control the demon. How will Spike get him through this. So many questions. Great story. Loved it.

on 2007-11-01 02:58 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
I know, I know! I didn't start out to make this something just got away from me! Sigh...nothing unusual there, right? Well, as soon as I clear some of these WiPs from my plate, I'll be focusing on this! Glad you liked it, hon!

on 2008-01-09 08:45 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Great story! Enjoyed every bit of it. Your characterization of the boys is dead-on. Oh there I go using the word *dead* again... Heee!


on 2008-01-11 07:14 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Thanks hon, for all the wonderful comments. I'm glad you liked it, particularly as I warped that little bunny all out of shape. Thanks so much for the great starting point!

on 2008-03-15 10:37 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Great story, couldn't put it down, even though the end leaves more questions than answers. Did you write the Buffy interlude and sequel? I'd love to read it, need to find out what happened.

on 2008-03-15 09:50 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Sadly, I have not yet gotten to the interlude or sequel. I'm still in the middle of writing two other stories, so sequels and such get pushed back until my plate is clear....which may be never! Thank you and I'm pleased you enjoyed it!


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