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The Demon's Way	By : Ryoko21 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� I never
really looked for Xander. Honestly, I forgot about the little git. We�d never
really hit it off, you know, with him hating my guts and all. When I heard that
everything had gone bad with Buffy, I�d already been out of Sunnydale for
nearly six months. By the time I managed to get back into town, the demons
owned the place. I still haven�t managed to get Xander to tell me much about
the last battle, the one that killed Buffy for the last time. From what I could
see of the town, though, it was rough. I went through a few good wars in my
day, and it looked to me like Sunnydale had been in the middle of something
civil, possibly something guerilla. The humans had all but abandoned the place.

�� Just so you
know, there really wasn�t much I could have done about Sunnydale at that point.
I�d just managed to establish myself as a Master at this little coven in SoCal,
and before that I�d been a lackey for Angel, so I still didn�t have much in the
way of cash or street cred. That all changed pretty quick, as I�m sure you�ve
noticed, but at the time� Hell, I doubt I would have done anything if I could.
Humans livin� on the hellmouth have got to be the dumbest animals in existence.
No offense. Thought I�d be doin� the gene pool a favor if I just let some of
�em die off.

�� But don�t
think I�m completely heartless. I don�t give a flyin� �bout Sunnyhell, but I
did try to find out what happened to the Scoobies. I found out that they�d
tried to do an emergency evac of the city after Buffy kicked it, but the
evacuation groups were attacked and everyone was separated. All the scoobies
ended up heading in different directions, with no central location to meet back
at and no way to find each other.

�� It didn�t
even strike me to look for Xander. Never really thought the white hat would
fall into dire straights. He�d always landed on his feet before, right? And
what did I care if something happened to him. He never liked me much anyway.

�� So I went
after Dawn. I figured� you know� it was the least I could do, in her sister�s
memory and all. Buffy and I� we might have had a strange relationship, and we
might have never been destined, but I did love her. Guess you know all about
that, though. Been on the wrong side of love once yourself, if memory serves.

�� Fuck. I�m
tryin� to be honest here. Right, then, I suppose I have to come clean. I�ve
always had a thing for kids. Not a weird, pedophile thing, if that�s what
you�re thinkin�, but I just hate seein� bad things happen to kids. Plenty of
time for bad things to happen, right? And, besides, I had a couple a sisters
about Dawn�s age back when I was still breathing, you know? So� I couldn�t just
let her out there on her own. I know how mean these streets can be to somebody
that young and naive. It�d be like watchin� one of my own sis�s all alone and
helpless.

And, before you ask, I didn�t eat
my sisters. I ate my mum for bein� so bloody miserable all the time, but not my
sisters. Oh! And all my friends, because they were a bunch of pricks with
absolutely no sense of taste in literature. But bein� a demon doesn�t take away
who you are, you know, it just takes away all the shame and fear you bloody
humans are so tied up with. Lets you do things you�d always wanted to but never
dared. Anyway, just thought I�d put in a little promo for my species.

It takes a really damn long time to
locate a teenage runaway when you�ve got no idea where they were headed, you
know that? It took me damn near two months to figure out which city she�d ended
up in, and then I only managed to find her by chance. I was goin� out for a
little snack one night and found myself on the wrong end of town. Now, I
usually avoid hookers, since the blood�s never clean, but they�ll do in a
pinch. Taste like shit, but vampires can�t get sick like humans can, since
we�re dead and all. I didn�t know anything about the blood dealers in the town,
so I decided just to find something fresh that wouldn�t be missed.

Pulled up to the corner and there
she fuckin� was, all dolled up like a little trollop. She had this tiny little
skirt on that looked like it was made a plastic, along with this red top that
looked like a handkerchief. She kept wrapping her arms around herself and
covering as much skin as she could, dancin� from one foot to another all the
while. She had that tough look on her face, just like her sister, but I could
tell she was scared.

There were a couple of punks there
to handle the whores and I called one over. I pointed to Dawn and he gave me
the required hard time about price, all the while I kept reminding myself that
they�d all scatter if I ripped his throat out and then I might lose the niblet.
We settled on something far less than what I would have paid and slightly more
than I had on me, so I showed him the money and a couple of gold rings. He
grinned, pleased to find that they were actual gold, and then called her over.
They argued for a bit, but Dawn must have been out of money a couple times
over, because she eventually gave up and jumped in the car beside me.

I drove the whole way to a motel
without her looking at me once, which was bloody convenient for me. She spent
the time staring at her hands like there was a Picasso on her nails. We arrived
and I got out, grabbed a room, and went in to make sure the place was safe. She
stayed in the car a good twenty minutes before she got up the guts to climb
out. Then she walked into the room without looking up. I don�t know how she
didn�t walk into the door.

It gave me time to get a good look
at her, though. I noticed first that she�d lost some weight, but nothing like
she would have as a junky. Her hair was messy, in need of some good, feminine
TLC. Her scent, though, was what really made me smile. She was bloody
terrified. None of the jaded acceptance, none of the experienced resignation,
and it suddenly dawned on me that the bloke had given me such a hassle about
the price because it was her first time. I realized that if I hadn�t been
hungry enough for something from the wrong side of the tracks, someone would
have stolen Dawn�s innocence that night. I�ve never been so grateful to be a
vampire.

Dawn did eventually look up,
wanting to see that devil she�d allowing into her bed, I suppose. When she saw
me� I don�t know how to describe it. She just froze, like glass, then shattered
into my arms. I spent a good half an hour just letting her snot into my jacket.
Vampires don�t get all emotional and stuff, but� it was intense. It was really
good to see her again.

We spent the night in the motel,
and I let Dawnie sleep off the emotional aftermath while I sat by the door and
kept watch. It was nearly morning when I�d found her, so Dawn slept through
most of the day. When sunset fell, the niblet and I hopped in the car and
headed back to my crypt.

Which� is really not a good place
to raise a teen. Between the constant vampires around while I tried to build up
my coven, the lack of human food, and the abundance of corpses, I had my hands
full just trying to keep trouble away from the kid, not to mention the trouble
she was getting herself into. By the end of the first week, I probably would
have had at least nine heart attacks if my heart hadn�t stopped a century ago.

I figured I should probably send
Dawn to finish her schooling, but I couldn�t stand the idea of putting her back
in some kind of snotty, useless school to teach her math and that monsters
don�t exist. It wouldn�t do any service to the girl to put her in a school that
couldn�t understand her, and would probably drive her bonkers to be around so
many clueless humans after living on the hellmouth so long. I wanted Dawn to be
strong and ready to deal with anything life could throw at her, especially all
the mystical somethings. I thought Buffy would approve.

So I sent the bit to a magic
school. And, before you ask, it is bloody well not Hoggwarts. Lot of stupid
human rot that idea is, a school for witches and wizards. Psh. The school I
sent her to is for magical creatures of any kind. Teaches youngsters how to
interact with other species, how to take care of themselves, and that kind of
rot. There is absolutely no resemblance to that Harry Potter nonsense. Oh! But,
if you happen to see an owl, or a bird of any kind really, flying around the
castle, send it my way, eh? Especially if it has a package that smells like
cookies.

Anyway, with Dawn tucked safely
away, I turned my attention back to establishing my coven. I kept an eye out
for other Scoobies, but� I never saw any signs of them. They�d all pretty much
disappeared and, since Buffy was dead anyway, eventually I just stopped
looking.

Which is when Xander finally turned
up.

Now, granted, when I first saw him,
I had no idea it was Xander. Honestly, he looked more like a badly beaten
version of a werewolf at the time. He was so starved that there wasn�t much
difference in the size, and you could barely tell what color his fur was as it
was so covered in filth from the sewers. He was in his half form, stuck there
from what I could tell, and splayed out on his side where my goons had dumped
him just outside of our nesting site. It was a chilly night, I remember that
well enough, and I could see his fur quivering a little in the cold. His hands
were larger than a human�s and with thick, sharp nails attached. It would have
looked deadly, if his skin hadn�t been so ripped and torn from digging and
fighting. His arms were barely better, with less but deeper scratches that came
from battling. His body reeked of infection, but it was his face that made me
cringe. One eye was swollen completely shut and almost covered by the swelling
skin. The other was slightly visible around the swelling, but it was misted
over by a whitish infected pus, which was leaking slowly from then corner of
each eye.

It was on the tip of my tongue to
have it destroyed. The thing was obviously sick and probably barely hanging on
to life anyway. Not only that, but it had been poaching in our lands, so I was
well within my right to kill it.

But at the last minute a breeze
wafted to me from the beast with such a distinct smell of Scoobies on it that I
instantly knew.

This thing had eaten Xander.

I wasn�t prepared for a wave of
cold fury to break over me. I felt my face change as the demon was called forth
by my anger, and I was so shocked by my own emotions that I even let it growl
menacingly at the helpless monster. I couldn�t understand my own rage. Xander
hadn�t meant anything to me. He had been dinner when I was a demon and a thorn
in my side when I got my soul. At the best of times, we were barely friends,
and at the worst he was trying to put a stake through my heart. Why would I
care if the little twat got eaten? I mean, I�d always kind of expected it.

But not from something like this.
Xander was the white hat. He was supposed to go down in a blaze of glory,
futilely defending his loved ones with his little strength and lot of heart.
Even after he�d lost an eye, the fight had never gone out of him. It was an
abomination, that some abhorrent mutant would end his life. Alone in the dark,
the thing probably hadn�t even had to fight Xander. With his reduced vision, it
probably just snuck up on him and broke his neck from behind.

The thought burned the icy blood in
my veins. The idea that this filthy creature had pierced its vile and infected
fangs into a pure soul like Xander revolted me, and I was moving before I even
realized my intention. I lifted the brute by the throat with one hand, and
prepared to claw its heart out with the other. The being remained totally lax,
despite the fact that my hold had to be hurting it. It didn�t have the energy
to struggle, and barely managed to lift its head enough to fix its one visible,
watery eye on my face.

�Spike?� it whispered with such
relief and annoyance that I almost dropped him. I carefully lowered the
battered body back to the ground. He had closed his eyes, perhaps thinking that
I would kill him and end his suffering. I stared at him, his form illuminated
by the dim moonlight and my perfect night vision, and could only see the
faintest traces of human in his form.

But there was no mistaking it. This
was Xander. Whatever had gone down in Sunnydale had been bad enough to swallow
the white night for one year and spit him back out just as dark and gruesome as
any creature of the night.

But it was his soul I was truly
worried about. The body we could fix with a little hocus-pocus and some elbow
grease, but could any soul truly come through something that horrible
unscathed?

�Where did you find him?� I asked a
fledgling who was standing nearby. He stepped forward and bowed respectfully
but curtly before answering. I hadn�t got to know much about that fledgling
yet, but his name was Rick, and I would come to know that he was fairly useful
as far as fledges go. Eventually I would put him in charge of leading the
minions in my stead, but at the time he was just another fang in the crowd who
happened to have been part of the team that found Xander.

�My lord, there are three tunnels
that connect from the city to an underground network that leads into Sunnydale.
One of the tunnels collapsed some time ago, but the other two are closed and
closely watched for activity, by your orders. A few days ago, one of the
tunnels was forced open and several demons came through. They were all
destroyed and the tunnel was sealed early this evening. When the tunnel was
closed, we did a thorough search of the area and found this demon hiding in the
rubble. My group thought you might be able to use information about the
hellmouth�s activity, so we brought him to you for questioning.�

�Was he one of the fighters that
pushed though?�

�We don�t think so. A lot of demons
got caught up in the surge and were accidentally pushed through. We think
that�s why he was hiding instead of attacking or trying to escape.�

�Never knew this one for lyin� down
in a battle, �at�s for sure,� I murmured, thinking of all the battles I�d seen
him survive on guts and balls alone.

�Sir?� the fledge wondered, and I
turned to him, finished with my trip down memory lane and ready to give orders.

�Call the healers. I want this guy
in top condition now. Also get the witches to come down and have a good look at
�im, see if they can�t shake a spell or two out of him. I want him treated well
and healed right, you got that?� I asked, glaring at the startled fledge.

�Of course, sir.�

�Good,� I said, stepping aside so
that Rick could take the smelly burden for me. �Oh, and boy?� I called a he
stepped away. �His name is Xander. If he asks, tell �im Spike wants him healthy
enough to chain to a bathtub for a while. One good turn, right mate?�
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