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Notes: Because Xander broke up with Cordelia differently in Season Three, she never made the wish, and Anyanka was never made into a human. This is, therefore, an Anya-free story.
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Spike growled low in his throat as he careened across the ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign. There was only one reason he was back in this accursed place, and that was to finally claim his gift for real. He was going to grab his boy and high-tail it out of Sunnyhell as soon as inhumanly possible. To do that, however, he needed some way around the Slayer. She would never simply allow him to take his boy and go; he needed some sort of advantage.
An advantage. Something to not just level the playing field, but to put the Slayer in her place: that is, dead at his feet. There weren’t many things that could do that, but there was one legend that could, and he’d traced it back here. Of course, if he’d had his druthers, he would have found his little trinket long before getting back to this place, but someone decided to hide it right in one of the most densely populated [vampires, that is, per head of human] spots on Earth, the Hellmouth. And while the last time he’d come here he’d been blind drunk, this time he was stone cold sober, and determined; he would get his Gem, and he would get his boy.
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It had taken him ages to find the Gem, and it was probably only a combination of luck, and the fact that he was an uncommonly stubborn vampire that led to its discovery. But discover it he had, and now here he was, out in the sun for the first time in over a century. He stood there, eyes closed, bathing in the brilliant Californian sunshine, when his serenity was shattered by a voice of combined horror and loathing.
“Spike?” Buffy demanded. “What the hell? What are you even doing here?”
“Hello, ducks,” Spike smirked, and spun slowly, showing off his newly-non-combustible body. “Like my new look?”
“But…” Buffy goggled. “You’re a vampire,” she stated, amazed. “Holy water-hating, sunlight-burning, wood-stake-dusting vampire.”
“And yet here I am,” Spike gloated. “And there I go,” he added, tipping his imaginary hat. “I’m not here for you, so I’ll be off, now.”
Buffy watched the vampire run off in shock. This was unheard of, and she needed to talk to Giles immediately. She had class in ten minutes, had been on her way there when she’d seen Spike, but this took precedence over American Lit any day. Vampires were not meant to walk in the sun.
Buffy covered the distance to Giles’ apartment quickly, and pounded on the door, hopping impatiently from foot to foot as she waited for him to open the door. As it was, she was so appalled by the prospect of a vampire like Spike invulnerable to sunlight that she barely had thought to spare for Giles’ unkempt appearance.
“We have a major problem,” Buffy announced as she walked in.
“Hello, Buffy, how are you?” Giles asked pointedly.
Buffy glared at her Watcher. “Hi, Giles, I’m fine thank you, how are you; can we be done with the pointless greetings now?” At his raised eyebrow, she continued. “We have a major problem: Spike can walk in the sun, and not be Mr Dustbuster Material.”
Giles stilled, and gaped at her. “What?” he choked out finally.
“Spike, sunlight, no dusting,” Buffy summarised.
“Dear Lord,” Giles gasped. “How did this happen? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine,” Buffy assured him. “As a matter of fact, I’m very weirded out, ‘cause he didn’t even try to fight me. He said he wasn’t here for me, and just took off. In fact, I’m wondering if he’s even still a vampire, ‘cause this was so not real.”
Giles gave her a hard look. “He said he wasn’t here for you?” he asked.
“That’s what he said,” Buffy nodded.
“Dear God, he’s after Xander,” Giles whispered, eyes closing in horror.
“Xan?” Buffy frowned. “Why would he be after Xander?”
Giles began searching through piles of books. “He believes Xander is his,” he explained. “It seems Angel, er, accidentally gave Xander to Spike, as a ruse, apparently, but of course Spike decided it was for real, and considers Xander to be a Sire’s Gift, as it were.”
“When?” Buffy demanded, tightlipped.
Giles stopped to think briefly. “Er, year before last, I believe, not long after he arrived in Sunnydale. If you remember back to when he attacked the school?” he suggested. “I, er, sent Xander to fetch Angel,” he added sorrowfully, “and it seems Angel used Xander as a distraction.
“Offered him up to Spike, you mean,” Buffy inferred angrily.
Giles glanced at his furious Slayer. “As I understand it, yes.”
“So how is he doing it, and how do we protect Xander?” Buffy asked, sitting herself at the table, and reaching for a book.
“Well, there are some spells that can apparently give a vampire immunity, but they are thankfully short-lived, and very difficult to master,” Giles noted. “But if Spike can walk in the sun, then we need to bring Xander back here. I don’t know if Spike has an invitation to his house, but even if he didn’t, Xander’s parents would possibly give him one unwittingly. Spike has never been in here, and never will, if I have anything to do with it,” he added grimly.
“Right,” Buffy agreed, rising from her seat. “I’ll call Willow and Oz and ask them to come over, and get Xander.”
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Spike poked about the basement, jaw set. His boy’s mother had been quite ready to let him in to wait in Xander’s room, but when he went to go upstairs, she’d directed him to the basement: the damp, smelly basement, with crap furniture, and not even a proper bed. His ‘apartment’ housed the family’s washer and dryer, so there wasn’t even the guarantee of privacy like a proper bedroom would afford, let alone a real flat. Not that it really mattered; he was getting his boy out of this place today. With any luck, Xander would even allow him to kill his parents, though he doubted he would. Boy was insanely loyal, which Spike truly appreciated, even if it hampered his fun like this.
Spike’s head came up as he heard voices from outside, and he dashed up the stairs and out to the front stoop. There, on the front lawn, were Buffy and Xander, talking. Both turned to the house when they heard the sound of the door opening, and Buffy grabbed Xander’s wrist, pulling him back behind her. “Back away, Slayer,” Spike growled, stepping out into the sunlight. “Boy’s mine.”
“Spike,” Xander whispered, shocked.
“Go, Xan,” Buffy instructed. “Get to Giles’ place and stay inside. I’ll deal with Spike.”
Spike laughed at that, but couldn’t really fault the girl. All she wanted was to protect her friend. “You do that, pet; I’ll be along for you later,” he nodded cheerfully.
Xander looked between his friend and his illicit lover, torn. Finally, he nodded, and walked away hoping that both would make it out of the confrontation alive. Or undead, as the case may be.
Spike smirked as his boy walked off obediently, and gestured for the Slayer to come forward, which she did with great glee. The fight was hard; the Gem did not grant him any extra speed, strength or agility, merely resistance to damage, which was benefit enough. Buffy managed to stake him, and looked on in horror when he didn’t dust. Spike laughed heartily. “Tickles,” he taunted as he tore it from his body and tossed the stake away.
“How?” Buffy demanded. “How are you able to do this?”
Spike laughed again. “Well, ducks, like the kiddies say: that’s for me to know, and you to find out.”
Buffy grit her teeth, and re-entered the fray, searching constantly for clues, weaknesses, anything to defeat the vampire in front of her. Suddenly, she noticed something. On his hand was a large gold ring that looked oddly out of place. She knew Spike wore jewellery, but it was always silver, and usually something a little more gothic, if just as tacky. Taking a chance, she feinted a blow to his head, the grabbed the ring, tugging it from his hand. She was rewarded by his horrified gasp, and desperate dash to the house. She followed him in, but by the time she was inside, Spike had already grabbed Xander’s mother, and was holding her hostage. Buffy snarled, but decided it was a better use of her time to get the ring back to Giles; she could get Spike later.
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Xander was pacing nervously when Buffy returned to Giles’ apartment. He looked up, searching her face worriedly, but she could only frown.
“Sorry, Xan,” Buffy apologised, “but he’s still alive, er, unalive and kicking. I managed to grab this off him,” she went on, opening her hand to show the ring, “but he managed to get back inside your house and had your Mom by the time I got there. But I’ll get him for you later,” she promised.
Shaken, Xander could only nod mutely.
“Can I see that please, Buffy?” Giles asked, holding out his hand.
Buffy quickly handed the ring over. “I brought it back for you,” she explained. “He was wearing it, and as soon as I took it off him, he scampered back under cover. I guess this was the thing that made him all super-vamp. I even staked him, and he pulled it out and said it tickled.”
“Oh dear,” Giles muttered, and headed back to his books, examining the ring. “We need to figure this out,” he decided. “Look for rings, amulets, gems, gemstones, that promise invulnerability, especially for vampires. I have a few ideas, but…” he trailed off, opening a large book.
The others simply murmured their assent, and began flipping pages. Any anxiety Xander displayed was simply put down to the thought of a vampire pursuing him.
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Spike had stalked around the house, growling and snarling. He had been confined to his boy’s house all day, and it was still a good half hour before he could leave. Both of Xander’s parents were sitting on the couch, being good little hostages, stone cold sober and scared out of their collective wits. The boy’s father had tried to bluff and bluster his way out, but Spike had proven that small didn’t mean weak, and several bruises now bloomed across the larger man’s body as a result.
Finally the shadows were long enough that he could risk leaving the house. Spike turned to the whimpering woman and her terrified husband, and sneered. “I’ll be off now,” he announced. “I doubt Xander’s friends will let him back here anytime soon, but if they do, you’re not to touch the lad, you hear?” he demanded. “He’s mine, was given to me, and if I hear you’ve touched the boy, there’ll be hell to pay, you hear?” He glared at the man until he nodded shakily, then turned and stalked out of the house, a vampire on a mission.
Spike had an early dinner, then returned to the vault where he’d found the ring, and began clearing it out. He was going to have to use the Crawford Street place for now, but he planned to make sure he had plenty of money to support the boy. He had to figure out some way to look after him; he wasn’t going to risk turning him, not after the debacle of his mother’s turning. No, there had to be some other way to keep him young and strong that didn’t involve a demon, or deals involving his soul, and Spike would find him, of that he was determined.
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“It’s the Gem of Amara,” Giles decided. “It grants a vampire immunity from any harm, be it holy items, sunlight, stakes, even full decapitation. I assume he would simply put his head back on and keep going,” he muttered, frowning over that last one. “We should destroy it,” he added.
“No,” Buffy decided. “We’ll send it to Angel.”
Giles thinned his lips, but didn’t argue for now; there were other issues more important that his Slayer’s lingering affection for the vampire. “I’m afraid you still can’t go home, Xander,” he apologised.
Xander shrugged and attempted a smile. “Just as well this is a two-bedroom place, isn’t it?” he suggested. “What am I going to do for work, though?”
“Something that you can do during daylight,” Giles suggested.
“Which immediately rules out my prosperous and long-lived takeaway-delivery career,” Xander pointed out.
“What about construction?” Willow asked. “I mean, you can only do that during the day, can’t you? And there’s a lot of it about,” she added hopefully.
“Yeah, Xan,” Buffy chirped happily, “they’re always building something or other around here.”
Xander frowned, confused. “Do you think I could do something like that?”
“You’re a fit and healthy young man,” Giles observed. “I don’t see why you couldn’t. If you need it, I can stand as referee for you, since you have actually done work for me recently. Tell you what,” he went on, “I’ll take you around to some sites tomorrow, and you can ask about work. Given the death rate in this town, I should think they always have vacancies available.”
Xander stared at the former librarian with something akin to awe. “Thanks,” he said simply. He shrugged, and smiled. “Thanks,” he repeated.
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Spike had finished transferring all the gold and trinkets to the basement of the mansion, and had secured them so that only he and maybe Angel could access it, and was now off to arrange dinner. Something young and supremely confident of his or her own immortality, he decided. He sauntered along the deserted campus pathway without a care in the world, only to be halted by a blinding pain sparking from just below his shoulder up, down and around his body. Convulsing, he was unconscious before he hit the ground.
“Hostile is down, repeat, hostile is down,” a male voice intoned into his radio.
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