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Cruel Sister: A Spander Fairytale.	By : runningwithcoyotes Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 2543 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Buffy: The Vampire Slayer", it belongs to Joss Whedon. The song "Cruel sisters" belongs to itself. I get nothing from this but the pleasure of writing it, no money made here.

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The silence that had already been horrified and frozen, froze a little further.
�Buffy� Joyce whispered, her eyes swimming with tears. �Why? Why? He was your brother.�
Buffy turned on her, eyes wild.
�The useless little bitch. I told him. All he had to do was give me what I wanted and I�d help him up. But he wouldn�t. silly little fool, he couldn�t swim. I said I�d stand there and watch him drown if he didn�t do what I said. And he wouldn�t. and then he disappeared.� She laughed madly. �He disappeared beneath the surface, and I stood there, and I watched. If he had done something for me for once he wouldn�t be dead! But he was so selfish!�
Sir Spike tried desperately to get to his feet, but his legs shook so hard he could barely stand.
�What� he choked out,�what was it you wanted, that was so important my sweet love had to die?� Buffy�s face twisted with scorn.
�You, of course. You useless idiot. What use did a stupid prince have for a handsome knight?� Her question echoed in the horrified silence, which dragged on for several seconds. Then the King spoke.
�Take her away� he ordered harshly. �I cannot stand to look at her.� Two guards grabbed the princess and started dragging her towards the exit, paying no heed to her outraged screams.
Dawn fled to her mother�s arms, and they both wept. Their sobs were the only sound heard in the great hall, where all present stood as frozen. That, and in the distance, the continous screams of a princess, they all now saw as what she was. Cruel, spiteful, and undeniably mad.
Several minutes passed in this horrified stillness, then the harp maker once again spoke.
�There is more to my tale� he began. �the truth, this time��
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The Harpmaker�s Tale:
He had travelled for many days, and was very tired, when he reached the Kingdom of Sunnydale. He had never been there before, but he remembered the description of the Kingdom, and the River, that Giles had given him many years ago when he was still a prince. Back when he had been His, when they had been free to love each other. But then his own land had gone to war, and he had been drafted. He had fought, as much for the boy waiting for him back home as for his country, but upon his return he found that his Love had married a beautiful noblewoman. Sir Ethan, for he was a knight by then, had felt his heart shatter. He had turned in his sword, sold his armor, and left to become a vagabond, getting by in whatever way he could. He had wanted to forget, but it had not worked. Now he was on his way to see his old lover, he did not quite know why. But something drew him to Sunnydale.
But it was late, and he was very tired, and he had just found the river. He made camp. But as he was going down to the riverbank to fill a bucket with water to keep by the fire in case it got out of control, he found something. A body. At first he froze, but then his old training kicked in and he rushed forward to see if there was any way he could help the poor youth. He turned the boy over and marvelled at his beauty. Then he saw the marks around the boy�s neck, and the horrifying stillness. For a few seconds, he thought the boy was dead. He pressed his ear to the boy�s chest, listening intently for a heartbeat. He found one, although it was very weak. But it was there; the boy was still alive. He managed to carry (alright, drag) the boy back to his camp, and there he nursed him back to health.
The boy lay delirious for many days, speaking in riddles, crying at times. But when asked, he could not say who he was or where he had come from. Ethan was worried, but figured that there was a good reason for why the boy would not tell him who he was.
Then one day, the news of the eldest princess� engagement came to the harpmaker as he went into the village for supplies, and when he told his young charge about it after dinner that night, the boy started weeping. Hearing of the handsome knight that was to marry princess Buffy, his memory returned and he told the older man everything.
He told of how much in love he and the knight had been, and of how happy they were. Of their engagement, and how he had thought that his sister wished to congratulate him and give him some advice on how to act toward his Love, when he had agreed to walk alone with her along the river. But she had behaved oddly; been quiet and watchful, continously looking toward the castle. Then, when they got far enough away so as not to be seen by anyone, she had turned on him like an animal. She had told him that he did not deserve the knight, that she should be the one marrying him, and that he should relinquish his claims immediately. He had refused of course, since he loved Spike with all his heart and could not imagine giving him to his older sister.
Then she had hit him. Not once, not twice, but three times she had hit him, and he had lost his footing and fallen into the river. He had begged her to help him up, but she had refused to do so, demanding once again that he give her his Love. When he said that he would rather die, then she said so be it, and then she just stood there as the waters dragged him down and he knew no more until he woke on the riverbank as Ethan was wrapping him in a warm blanket.
And now he did not know what to do. His Love thought him dead, they all did, and she was going to marry him. He wept, devastated, and Ethan wished he could help. Surely, there must be something he could do�
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A/N: We�re almost done. 1 more part to go. Tune in next week.
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