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5 Days More

by
BmblBee

Part Forty-Four

6 am Saturday morning. Xander Harris has been dead for 7 hours.

The short, piercing scream brought Buffy instantly awake. It was the second time in the last few hours that she had heard
that same sound and knew instantly that it meant the worst.

Leaping off the sofa, she dashed toward the small wooden basement door, shouting for her Watcher as she passed the stairway. "GILES!! GILES, HURRY!!!"

Without waiting for a response from the older man, she tore down into the darkness and was horrified at what she saw. With one hand around her throat, the disgusting demon that used to be her dear friend held Willow several inches off the floor, shaking her like a rag doll.

Buffy could see that, still alive, Willow was rapidly losing strength and consciousness. Her struggling was slowed and sluggish, her eyes rolled back.

"Drop her, you fucking monster. Let her go!"

The yellow eyes snapped in Buffy's direction and even his new inexperienced demon recognized the threat of a slayer. Tossing her to the side, Xander gave no more thought to his victim as Willow's body slammed into the wall of bottles, knocking several to the floor in a crashing mess of glass and expensive wine.

When she hit, she felt the wave of nausea flow from the bones that snapped in her arm and ribs. She rolled to her side and curled up, gasping for breath and trying her best to disappear.

Xander immediately dropped to a crouch. Snarling and backing away like an animal trapped in a cage with no escape. It wasn't fear that drove him backward, rather a strategy, a positioning and preparing for the attack that was sure to come.

Buffy couldn't catch her breath. Indecision made her pause. Was this Xander? Could he be reasoned with? Was there a chance?

It was in that one moment of weakness, of hesitation that Xander smelled the scent in her change and he knew it was the time to attack. With a speed and agility that her old friend had never possessed, Xander flew at her, his eyes flashed in the dark and his claws lunged for her throat. The high pitched yowl that pierced the air turned the women's blood to ice water.

With his lips stretched back and his fangs snapping towards her neck, Buffy's slayer instincts kicked in and she landed a solid punch to the side of his head, knocking him back and off balance.

Just as he leaped back to his feet, Giles appeared at the top of the steps. "Buffy?"

"GILES! GET A STAKE!! HURRY! NOW!!"

Giles turned and ran back toward the library and his stash of weapons.

~*~*~*~*~

Spike woke up suddenly. He found himself lying in the graveyard next to the small fenced in area of horse thieves and cattle rustlers. He was outside his old crypt and the scene of the crime. It was the place where this bizarre week had begun.

Leaping to his feet, he was driven by several urgencies. His body could feel the uncomfortable stinging of a thousand fire ants that signaled the coming dawn and more importantly, his memories that crashed and spun together told him that he needed to get to Xander. NOW!

Like oil and water poured together in a clear bucket, his recollections of both lives rolled around together inside his head. Together, yet separate, it was confusing and amazingly simple all at the same time.

He knew one thing for certain, his stupid, careless wish for adventure and purpose to his life had definitely been answered. The universe had a one hell of a sense of humor.

But now he was back. His then and his now were again one person and both hims had only one driving purpose. Reach his claimed, his childe, before Buffy did.

Down the access road and straight to the main street, he dashed left, barely avoiding being hit by the VW who blasted his horn and slammed on it's brakes.

Feeling the coming dawn, Spike pulled his duster up to cover his head as it sent a sharp, burning warning climbing up his spine. He knew like Lot's wife, if he were to look back, he too would be turned to a pillar of salt, or in this case, a pile of ash.

Just as he was beginning to doubt his ability to make it in time, his feet hit the small brick courtyard of Gile's back yard and he sprinted for the door, crossing the threshold just as the first rays of the golden light exploded over the eastern most edge of the horizon.

"Giles, Goddamn it, where the hell is that fucking stake?" Buffy was quickly becoming overwhelmed. For a newly risen fledge, Xander was proving to be a strong, formidable opponent.

He had caught her off guard with a head butt and two rapid punches to the face and head. This time she had come back without hesitation, kicking him in the stomach and slamming her fist into his mouth slicing her hand open on his sharp fangs.

She was doing her best to buy time till the Watcher returned with the piece of wood Xander himself had lovingly carved for her on her last birthday. Neither of them could have imagined that Mr. Pointy would have been used on it's creator.

Adding to the chaos and confusion was Willow who cried and shouted from her corner. "No, Buffy, don't hurt him. It's Xander. Don't hurt Xander."

"BUFFY! CATCH"

Giles voice directly behind her flooded her with relief as her hand shot up to catch the weapon he threw her way.

The second her fingers closed around the piece of life saving wood, the door at the top of the stairs exploded sending splinters flying, raining down around them.

Light from the upper level of the house served as background, glowing and illuminating the figure that burst into their line of sight. Leaping from the top step, the black coat billowed out like wings as the cloud of smoldering smoke from the rising sun gave the vampire the very impression of the oft described 'bat out of hell'.

Landing with a solid 'thud' at the bottom, he spun a round house kick that planted a boot soundly into Buffy's chest, knocking the stake from her hand and sending her tumbling over the small, low, wooden butcher block table.
Slamming head first into the same rack of bottles that Willow had bounced off of, Buffy hit the floor beside her friend and instantly scrambled back to her feet.

Spinning on around from his kick, Spike immediately latched onto the snarling, spitting, clawing fledge and shoved him back against the far wall, pinning him there by his wrists.

Pandemonium reigned as everyone shouted at once. Buffy had retrieved her stake and shouted orders, frustrated that no one would obey.

"Get back. Damn it Spike, let him go. I have to stake him! It's not Xander anymore!"

Willow sobbed, dragging her damaged body across the floor. "No, Buffy, don't hurt him, please."

Spike's voice boomed through with the most authority. "Stop it, Fuck you, Slayer, get away from him. I can fix him, Get out! All of you, get out! I can fuckin' fix him!"

Buffy stood frozen, her arm high in the air, the stake aimed to pierce both vampires' hearts. The Slayer in her screamed "DO IT! DO IT!"

Her heart said, wait.

She looked at Spike who was still standing with his body flattening that of the wild, feral vampire that wanted nothing more than to butcher and rend the lot of them.

"Please, Buffy, let Spike try."

Buffy's eyes darted over to the redhead who had pulled herself to her feet and was now begging for the life of their friend. Buffy's heart pounded in her chest and her breath came in shallow gasps. She desperatly wished she knew what to do.

Her arm lowered and she looked again at Spike. She wanted to believe him, but was it possible? Could Xander still be saved?

Suddenly just as she was about to give in and do as he asked, she saw something else. Something in his blue eyes that turned her blood to ice and dropped her stomach to her feet.

"YOU DID THIS! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU TURNED HIM!!"

With a blood curdling scream, and a renewed fury, Buffy again raised her arm and lunged the stake forward. Spike immediately covered the childe's body with his own praying the stake wasn't long enough to pass through his body and touch Xander's.

At the last second, before the wooden stake could find it's mark, a heavy bottle of vintage wine, a 1951 burgundy, crashed down on the top of Buffy's head, sending her tumbling to the floor.

Part Forty-Five

Spike braced himself. When the expected blow didn't come, he glanced back over his shoulder in time to see Giles toss
Buffy's unconscious body over his shoulder. The older man then wrapped his other arm around Willow's waist to give
her support.

"I've read the Watcher's journal, Spike. I know what you need to do, but I warn you, if it doesn't work, well, I can't allow the boy to be out in the world the way he is."

Spike nodded his understanding and gratitude to the Watcher. The three of them stumbled up the stairs, Willow taking one look back, mumbled, "Guess I can tell Buffy we're off the hook on those blow jobs," and at last, Spike and his childe were alone.

Turning his attention back to the screeching, snarling creature, Spike stared into the wild, feral eyes of a demon and his heart swelled with pride. He saw the haze, the milky white film that coated the pupils of the eyes and he smiled. "Oh, yes, you are in there, aren't you boy?" He chuckled as his only answer was the snapping of fangs in the direction of his throat. Knowing they had no time to waste, Spike slipped into game face and in a flash, sank his fangs into the childe's claiming wounds.

Immediately Xander stilled. His eyes grew big as the feeling of possession flushed through him. He was owned. It shocked and amazed him. It touched the outside of the yearning need that filled him. He whimpered his hunger and confusion then waited to see what would happen next.

Retracting his fangs, Spike caressed the cheek of the wary young vampire. "Are you hungry, childe? You need your sire's blood don't you?"

Xander's distress and high pitched whine rose another key and Spike kept his voice low to comfort him. Maintaining eye
contact to establish his dominance, Spike tilted his head to the side. "Bite childe. Drink of your sire's blood."

Xander may not have understood the words but the intent was clear and he lurched, sinking his teeth crudely and sloppily into his master's throat. Spike flinched in pain as his clumsy childe tore and ripped the skin.

After several swallows, Spike grabbed the back of Xander's head by the hair and jerked him off. Pouting, Xander huffed as he continued to lick the mess of blood off his lips and cheeks. "Tsk tsk. Look at what a little piggy you are. What a sloppy childe."

Spike laughed at Xander's scowl. The boy knew he was being chastised and he didn't like it. A low growl rumbled in the childe's chest.The blood had gone a long way to calming him down but it wasn't what would bring him round. It wasn't what would consummate the bond and solidify the connection between them.

Reaching out, Spike pressed his hand against a raging hard on that Xander wasn't even aware that he had. When the zing of the touch squiggled in his balls and cock, Xander automatically began pawing at his crotch seeking relief.

"You want somethin'? You want your sire to fuck you? You want your master to show you what you need?" Spike tossed his duster to the side and kicked off his boots as he spoke.

Xander watched, slack jawed while Spike went on to strip off his shirt and pants. When he was naked, Xander extended his hand cautiously. With one finger he poked Spike's hard erect cock and was delighted when it bounced back.

"Enough play, boy. We got no time." Spike grabbed the front of his childe's clothes and tugged. "Off!"

Xander complied, immediately ripping to shreds the fabric that had, until recently, been his favorite shirt. Spike was thrilled to see it go. When his childe attempted to do the same to his trousers, Spike smacked his hands and removed the jeans himself, leaving them undamaged.

He stood, now naked, in front of the creature he trusted to bring him relief from the throbbing, aching need that burned inside him. Though he didn't understand it, his young, new born demon recognized Spike's claim on him and he waited.

Clamping his hand on the back of his childe's neck, Spike slammed their lips together in a hungry, devouring kiss that left the young vampire trying to breath. Fangs clashed against fangs, cutting their lips and bloodying their mouths. Xander clutched at his master frantically, craving more.

Finally Spike released him. His eyes blinked, breaking the dominating stare for just a second, as Spike nearly regretted what he was going to have to do. "I know you don't understand this Xan, but I have to do it. It's for you. It's for us. It has to be done with dominance and force."

Xander cocked his head and frowned in confusion. He sniffed Spike's body seeking understanding. His young demon recognized the older, more powerful one. Before he had the chance to decide if he should challenge or rollover, the fist came out of nowhere, slamming into his face and knocking him off his feet.

Landing flat on his back, Xander bellowed his fury and tried to scramble back to his feet. Spike pounced. He sat firmly on Xander's hips, squarely over his cock so that neither man could touch it. Spike could feel it twitch and try to move under him. He again grabbed Xander's wrists and held him down.

Throwing his head back, Spike released a blood curdling howl that left no doubt as to who the king of this jungle was. His head then snapped down and he glared, his yellow eyes flashing. Xander froze. Something stirred in his mind, a memory of humanity, then it quickly slipped away.

When he was sure his boy had stopped fighting, Spike lifted himself and settled back between Xander's legs. With his hands on the back of his childe's thighs, he lifted his legs high and wide. Leaning his face down, he licked behind the boys' balls, sucking each one in his mouth, and ran his tongue up the underside of Xander's throbbing sex.

Before the boy could react, Spike swallow his childe's cock down to the root. He took several strong sucking passes on it, scarping his fangs lightly over the thick, veined skin.

Xander squirmed and wriggled happily. Almost immediately a tingly feeling started in his balls and cock and he knew whatever was coming was definately of the good. Spike stopped. He released the urgent, fleshy head with a 'pop' and withdrew.

Xander was stunned. He grabbed his cock and aimed it at Spike face, humping and grunting pitifully. Spike responded with a finger pointed at the young demon's face. "No! Stay!"

Spike looked down on him sadly. As much pain and bloodshed as Spike had caused and relished over the years, this was one time he regretted it. Unfortunately, it was necessary. If Xander was to be his, his childe, his companion, and not just a mindless fledge, he had to be consummated by his sire as soon as he rose. And it had to be sealed in blood.

Quickly, and before he could give it any more thought, Spike shoved Xander's thighs back up and indicated he was to hold them. Thinking his owner-demon was again going to please him, Xander happily complied.

Spike immediately lined his heavy, ready, leaking cock up to Xander's innocent hole. He again locked eyes with his childe, gave a dominant low growl, and he shoved, forcing his way inside.

Xander released his legs and yeowled as the shock of pain and burn split through him. Whatever small shred of human was there screamed and tried to escape. The demon crowed. The feel of it's sire's cock inside it's body, rubbing, touching and pounding brought a pleasure so far beyond the sexual need it was satisfying, that Xander thought he just may die again.

Spike closed his eyes. He couldn't have stopped the movement of his hips if Buffy herself had been standing there with a crossbow aimed at his heart. The feel of the tight channel squeezing and flexing around his rock hard cock was amazing.

Slicked with his childe's blood, Spike now understood why Angelus had taken such pleasure in the young blonde's body.

Feeling the familiar ache and draw in his balls, Spike opened his eyes and stared down into the look of worship and awe in the still filmy, glazed pupils. Wrapping his fist around Xander's leaking, bouncing cock, Spike began stroking. Xander's hips jerked forward and his hole pinched.

Spike had strained, holding back, but finally knew it was time. He relaxed his body and let the orgasm crash through him.

When the flood of salty sperm stung the inner tears painfully, Xander's body responded. Shooting spurt after spurt of milky cum over Spike's hand and his own chest and stomach, Xander rode the waves of pleasure, yowling and howling, till his body was spent.

He laid, flat on his back, eyes closed, unmoving. Spike stared down, fear and anticipation swam in his stomach like a plate of spoiled potato salad. Finally, he couldn't stand it any more. He was sure something had gone wrong, he just knew that he had screwed up again.

"Xan? Love?"

Slowly the deep brown eyes opened and fluttered sleepily. The milky haze, the cloudy film that had coated them was gone. Now they shone, bright and clear with love and awareness.

"Spike. You kept me. Am I turned? I don't feel any different." Xander stared at his hands, both front and back. Neither commented on the oddity that they were still lying with Spike's cock stuffed up his ass.

Spike blew out the breath he had been holding and relief warmed his cold body. He chuckled as he carefully slid his softening cock from Xander's sore hole and leaned down, placing a kiss on his boy's smiling lips.

"Ouch. Damn, Spike. Next time use lube."

"Sorry, love, had to do it like that. Next time it'll be a lot easier, promise."

Xander waggled his eyebrows. "Well, maybe not TOO much easier. Hey! I really must be a vampire. So, you did it after all. I guess I was afraid you wouldn't." Spike held him close, covering his face with kisses.

"How could I let any other vampire touch you? You're mine now Xan. My childe, my companion, my friend, my love."

Xander threw his arms around Spike's neck and pulled him tight. "My master. My Spike."

Part Forty-Six

6:30 am Saturday morning.  Xander Harris has been dead for 7 1/2 hours.

Before the two men had the chance to explore their new found connection, they heard voices, angry and demanding, as well as footsteps quickly headed in their direction.

"Damn it Giles, you better be right. I can't believe you hit me!"

"Buffy, calm down. I told you Spike just needed some time and privacy to talk to.....oh dear"

The three humans stood in front to the naked, bloody men lying on the floor and Spike could feel a new wave of outrage
start to build. Buffy reached for the stake in the back of her waist band and lunged forward. "Damn you Spike. You fucking pervert. What the fuck did you do?"

This time it was Xander who threw himself between the slayer and her intended vampire victim. "Knock it off Buffy! Leave Spike alone and shut the hell up about things you don't know anything about."

Shock and silence filled the small room. Shoving Buffy aside, Willow stepped up gingerly. "Xander? Is that really you?
Are you, um, o.k?"

Xander pulled himself to his feet, totally unconcerned with his nudity, the cum running down his stomach or the blood dripping from between his legs. With a huge grin on his face, Xander threw his arms out and stepped forward to embrace his dearest friend. "Course it's me. I feel great. Spike kept me. He wanted me. Isn't it wonderful?"

Willow flinched and took a step backward. Spike quickly jumped to his feet and pulled Xander back to him. "Why don't you three go upstairs and give us a few minutes to clean up, yeah?  We'll put ourselves right then join you."

"Yes, of course, right you are. Girls? Why don't we go up to the kitchen and make some tea. It has been a very long night indeed." Giles took both the reluctant girls by the arms and led them away while Xander watched.

The tiny bit of sadness at seeing his past move away from him was far over shadowed by the man who embraced him from behind. He leaned back against the other cool body in the room and a feeling of wholeness that he had never known before engulfed him. Spike held him snugly, kissing his ear and murmuring. "I love you, Xander. I love you."

Buffy and Willow sat on stools at the breakfast bar as Giles fussed around with the kettle and the tin of tea bags. His head was pounding from the hangover and his heart ached at the loss of a boy he had considered a son. Unfortunately, like his own father, he had badly neglected and disregarded the boy until it was too late.

"Giles!"

"What? Sorry, I guess my mind had wandered. What did you say?"

Willow played nervously with one of the tea bags till it tore, spilling raw, dry tea all over the counter. "Oh, shoot, sorry. I said, Xander seems o.k. Don't you think? I mean I wish he wasn't a vampire too, but we don't know what happened back there and......."

"Well, I know! That fuckin' bastard, Spike, turned him. We sent him back to save him and the fucker killed him and turned him. I think we're probably going to have to stake them both. Don't you agree, Giles?"

"Giles!" Willow's voice sobbed at Buffy's cold indifference. Begging the older man for understanding, her damp green eyes looked to him for help.

Giles sighed with disgust and poured the boiling water. "No, Buffy, you will not be staking either of them. In the first place you two had no right to do that spell and send Spike back. In the second place, we don't know what happened yesterday. All we know is that Xander died. You apparently sent Spike back to save him, well, it appears to me that he did just that."

The sound of hands clapping turned their attention to the two men now standing in the kitchen door way. "Bravo, bravo, Giles. Well said."

Spike sauntered in, his grinning childe in tow. Without being asked, he opened the freezer and took out all four blood bags the Watcher had and began warming them up. "Whot? Just collecting my due."

Xander watched as Giles eyes glanced over at Buffy's low cut, unbuttoned sweater. Switching to his new game face, he sniffed the air around the Watcher, and chuckled. "Naughty naughty watcher."

Immediately Spike smacked him in the back of the head. "Watch your manners childe."

"Outh! Damn Thpike, you made me bite my tongue."

Willow and Buffy watched intently. He certainly still seemed like their Xander. Buffy wrinkled her nose. He didn't smell like Xander. He smelled like sex and Spike and blood. It turned her stomach and sent her Slayer senses sizzling.

Willow gingerly placed her hand over Xander's ready to snatch it back if that was a move not allowed. Spike smiled and nodded. "We just don't understand, Xan. Why did Spike turn you? Is this what you wanted? If you were unhappy, why didn't you tell us?"

Xander seldom took his eyes off his sire. The love and devotion that shone through was obvious to all.

"I didn't call you because I'm not your problem. I'd been lost for a long time, then, Bam, right out of nowhere, Spike shows up and finds me. It was just the oddest thing. We ended up spending almost a week together and in that time, I knew. I just knew what I wanted."

Willow shuddered. She had killed her best friend. By sending Spike back in time, she had killed him as surely as if she had put a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. She watched him smile and talk and wondered if maybe she had also saved him.

Giles, too had been staring intently at the new vampire and was amazed. He immediately began polishing the lenses of his glasses as he asked. "How is he so aware? I've never known a newly risen to be as  cognoscente as he appears. Did you
do something different when you turned him? Did he somehow retain his soul?"

Spike chuckled. "Put away your notes, Giles, the boy is not a case study for your journals." Spike ruffled Xander's hair affectionately and his boy snuggled closer. "I think it has something to do with the fact that he was turned by two master vampires working together."

Buffy and Giles were both stunned. Neither had heard of another master in Sunnydale. Angel was still in L.A, wasn't he? Buffy gasped. Jealousy burned inside her and she had to know. "Who? Who helped you? I thought you turned him by yourself."

Spike laughed. "I did." He hopped down off his stool and took Xander by the hand. "Now, the boy and I are exhausted. It's been a hell of a week and we need some, um, sleep. So, we're headed back downstairs, I suggest you give us some privacy, and when night comes, we'll be gone. Seems the boy wants to see the world and I'm just the vamp to show it to him."

Willow jumped to her feet. "Wait, he needs his soul. I can do a spell. I can give him his soul."

Spike stepped in front of his childe protectively. "NO! He's still himself. He's exactly who he's supposed to be. 'Sides, the boy needs to learn to hunt, to feed and care for himself. This time you need to accept him for exactly what he is and stop tryin' to tweek and adjust him to fit your picture of him."

Willow wanted to protest. She wanted Xander to stay with her. Be her old friend and stand by for when she could fit him into her schedule. She knew that was selfish. She didn't care. Instead, she smiled and nodded.

Buffy itched to reach for her stake. The feel of two strong, powerful vampires under the same roof made her skin crawl and her slayer instincts spark.  "I think I better go. Mom will wonder where I am. I'm, ah, sorry about everything Xander. I know you think you're happy but this is just wrong."

Xander watched her leave. It saddened him but he understood. Sometimes two very different elements simply can't exist in the same space.

Tugging his childe's hand, Spike got his attention and pulled him into a heated kiss. The smell of charged pheromones poured from all four occupants in the small kitchen and Xander decided it was time for some more sire/ childe bonding.

"Well, gotta go, thanks for the tea. If we don't see ya later we'll be in touch." With that, Xander dragged his laughing master down the steps in into the darkness.


7:00 am Saturday morning. Xander Harris has an eternity to live

AN: And so comes the end of another tale from the wonderful world of BmblBee's Spander. If you read and enjoyed, please let me know. If you have constructive critisism that's o.k. too. If you want to flame, do it somewhere else. Sheesh, it's not like I get paid for this.

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