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Temptation
by
BmblBee
Part One
It was one of those nights so black dark the devil himself would have felt uneasy. Heavily overcast, there was no break in the clouds for either moon or stars to show through.
It was the type of night when things moved about unseen and unholy. Ungodly beings that even nonbelievers are wary of, staying indoors and denying the existence of that which they fear the most.
The leaves had already fallen for the year and the tree branches swayed and groaned, cracking like a brittle boned skeleton in the cold autumn wind.
No human of any sensibility would venture out on a night like this. Not unless nature itself forced such an excursion.
Unfortunately it was just that reason that drove Alexander Harris from the warmth and safety of his family home.
Although they did have an indoor hand pump for water a bathroom was one of those unwanted luxuries the Amish
shunned. Like electric, modern machinery, and telephones.
Things the English used that put them too much in the world and distracted from the focus of God.
Although Xander still lived on the family farm with his parents and sister Willow, it would soon come time for him to take
a wife and build his own home. A home with no bathroom.
"Oh dear goodness!"
Xander high stepped his bare feet off the cold ground as he skipped and scampered to the outhouse. He knew there was a chamber pot on the enclosed back porch that could have been used, but that was for the women folk.
He was a man and as such always embraced discomfort as a humbling experience. Something that would make him a better person for the church and community. One more thing to help build his constitution.
Letting the small wooden door swing shut behind him, Xander fumbled quickly with the buttons on his britches. He pulled his warm dick from it's pouch just in time as the overfull bladder let go.
"Ahhhh"
Throwing his head back he relaxed and enjoyed the full body feel of a good piss. The relief of emptying a bladder that felt like it had been holding a gallon of hot water. Xander watched the last few drops put his whole being at ease. Shaking it off, he felt the familiar tickle as he handled himself.
Remembering how good it felt the few times he had allowed himself the sin of personal pleasure, Xander watched as he started to harden.
Just one stroke and he would leave.
He grew heavier, thicker and stood up proudly. It was a good size. From what he had seen of the other lads it was bigger than most. But pride was a sin, he admonished himself. Involuntarily his hand continued to move as he tried to contemplate which was the greater sin, pride or the wasteful spending of your release on the ground.
It was a debate that was becoming more difficult to focus on as he continued to pump his fist tightly around his aching cock.
Looking down at it in the deep darkness he could just barely make out the bubble of emission coming from the
sensitive head. Quickly he swiped his thumb over the wetness.
Xander moaned, torn between the ingrained knowledge that he was sinning and the wonderful feel of his stimulated
cock. Desperately his hand sped up and with little warning his body jerked forward as he came in thick spurts into the
opening on the wooden bench.
After a few minutes he became aware of the cold and the fact that he had been here far too long. Sighing at yet another failure Xander buttoned his pants and slipped out the door. Turning to rush back to the house, something off in the
distance caught his eye. Squinting, he paused, he could have sworn he had seen movement in the woods.
He stood unmoving waiting to see if there was any affirmation of his impression. He strained to see but it was unbelievably dark so he held his breath, stood, stock still, and watched.
Shivering as an unexpected, unexplainable fear shot through him, Xander turned and sprinted for the house. 'Just an animal' he told himself. Coon or maybe a coyote.
Slamming the door behind him, Xander relaxed in the warmth and safety of his family's home feeling foolish for his fear.
Willow sat at the kitchen table reading by the light of the oil lamp. "You are out of breath, Brother. Did a giant skunk leap from the woods to chase you home?"
If it weren't for her gentle smile and good hearted humor, Xander might have thought she knew something. Dismissing such thoughts he slapped his chest. "Very funny, Sister. I was running because it's cold out there. I am far too manly to use a convenience such as a chamber pot."
Willow's laugh was like a gentle bell ringing. "Well on a night like this dear brother, I am very glad to be not manly at all."
Xander poured a cup of tea and watched as she returned to the worn Bible she read each evening. Several times as they grew up together Willow would say things that made him wonder.
But it couldn't be. Second sight was a sin. If anyone in this world was sinless it was Willow. She could not possibly have known what lurked just outside as it was all his imagination.
Still.
All their lives they had been taught that the devil was real. He was powerful and often sent demons to tempt and torment mere mortals.
One must always be vigilant and strong in faith to resist such attacks. Xander hoped his earlier weakness had not given
an opening to allow a visitation by any of these demons.
He resolved to pray and pay personal penance for his moral failure. Heading for his room Xander called out. "Turning in!
God be with you." and he bounded, taking the stairs three at a time.
He only partially caught his father's answering "Rise early Alexander. Fences to mend tomorrow." or his mother's "God be with you son."
Closing the door behind him, Xander entered his sparsly decorated room. A bed, a dresser, a wash stand and a free standing wardrobe for his clothes. Nothing hung on the walls for show save a wooden cross above the bed.
Xander knew as a young man he was expected to marry soon. In fact his family already had picked someone out for him,
but he was most happy here. He hated the thought of leaving his room, his home, his family.
Yet he was expected to build a new home and make a family with Anya Miller. This was something else that confused him. Why was he not excited about the wedding night like he knew he should be? It was all more he needed to pray about.
Xander sighed, walked to the window and looked down on the woods below. Just before turning to go to his bed,
something again caught his eye.
Fear shot like ice water through his veins as he realized what it was.
Two yellow eyes.
And they were looking back at him!
Part Two
Spike sat crouched high off the ground in the V of an old oak tree. He pulled his long black duster around his body less for warmth and protection than concealment, though truth is he need not have bothered.
The dark of the night sky combined with his all black attire suited his need to hide perfectly. Keeping his face almost full time in vampire visage he honed all his senses to assure he was not found out.
It felt as though he had been running forever. How can one stupid little slayer be so relentless? But he knew the truth. He wasn't being hunted down because of that murderous little rampage he had gone on.
That was petty. Inconsequencel. After all that's just natural selection. The strongest survive and the vampires must eat.
Spike grinned broadly as he recalled the blood and the screams of the dying. No, he was being persecuted and harassed because of his traitorous sire. That soul soaked, slayer slapped, skunk blood drinker.
Spike's eyes flashed and his lips curled back in a snarl. Easier to call it anger, he refused to admit he was hurt. Crushed that his beloved sire that he had shared so much with would choose to side with the slayer and turn his back on the childe that had given his very life to be with him.
"Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em both," he growled low. The wind that whipped around his body was cold and promising to get colder.
"Slayer's fuckin' cunt must be lined with gold the way Angelus walks around all the time with his head shoved up it." Spike snickered at the visual. Just as quickly the humor disappeared. Huddling there, Spike was again seething with fury.
Watching the old, isolated farmhouse he knew ripping out the throats and bathing in the blood of the occupants would make him feel immensely better. He also knew it would be a red flag to the hunters that were on his trail. A huge blood soaked red arrow that pointed in the direction of his head and flashed in neon letters "Here I am. Come and get me"
Still trying to weigh the risks versus the pleasure, Spike nearly missed the young man till he was almost to the outhouse.
Carefully leaning back to further hide himself, Spike watched.
The noxious odor from the outhouse was almost unbearable. Disgusting humans! They should be grateful Spike even lowered himself to eat them. Tuning his hearing in to the soft thud thud of the boy's heart, Spike was curious when it suddenly sped up. Didn't take long to realize why.
Sneering, he tipped his nose in the air to pick up the sent of arousal and human semen. "Tsk tsk. Naughty boy. Well, things might just work out after all. If I can't eat you, hmmmmm."
As the boy stepped back out Spike's hand slid down to rub and squeeze his own hardening erection. He froze as
the boy stopped and looked in his direction. Spike frowned. He knew he couldn't be seen. Had to be a fluke, still, his hand stopped stroking and he watched to see what the boy would do next.
Breaking into a sprint the boy had rushed for the sanctity of his house. Spike opened his pants and resumed his masturbation as his low growling rumble turned nearly to a purr. "That's right boy you're safe in there. Too bad you can't
stay there forever."
Spike widened his crouched legs and fisted himself roughly never taking his eyes off the weather worn farm house. Less than five minutes later the dim glow of an oil lamp lit the window of one of the rooms upstairs. Spike licked his fangs and humped his fist.
He knew with all the predatory instincts in him, that it was the boy. His boy.
Spike's balls swung heavy and full between his legs as he continued to watch.
Suddenly it happened.
With the universe's perfect timing it all came together.
The boy had pulled back the curtain and in a split second their eyes locked and his boy had been witness to the things that go bump in the night.
The terror given off filled the air and sent Spike's orgasm over the edge. It was so wonderfully delicious Spike had to grab for the branch of the tree to keep from losing his balance. Licking off his fingers, Spike couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud. "Soon my beautiful sacrificial lamb. I will be collecting you soon."
Knowing he was safe for now, Spike decided to conceal himself in the barn and work on his plan. He was tired of
being alone and a plaything was just what the doctor ordered. Maybe his unlife was looking up after all.
With his coat billowing out around him, Spike leaped gracefully from his perch in the tree and landed lightly on the ground below.
In the blink of an eye he circled around and slipped silently into the large barn. In his past one hundred and twenty years or so years he had traveled through lots of countries and even more countrysides, and he knew one thing was pretty much universal.
A barn was a barn. And unless someone was setting it afire to try to burn you out, it was generally a safe place
to hide.
Wrinkling his nose distastfully he paused for only a moment before plunging his fangs deeply into the neck of Bessie, the family's milk cow.
He drank his fill and stepped away with traces of blood still dripping from his lips. Looking around carefully he
determined the upper hay loft to be the safest spot away from both the sunlight and the daily activity of tending
to the animals.
Climbing the ladder, Spike yawned and stretched. The night was still young but he was tired from the stress
of the slayer, and excited to have a new game and toy to play with. Burrowing under the stack of hay bales,
Spike settled in and slept.
Part Three
Xander's brain snapped to attention at four am every morning. A life time of conditioning made any type of clock or alarm unnecessary.
He recalled the few times he had, as a young boy taken it upon himself to sleep in till after the rise of the sun.
He quickly learned his lesson. Neither of his parents had admonished him, but he could see the disappointment in his father's eyes.
That along with the realization that not only were all his morning chores still there, but now he would do them on
an empty stomach.
"Your Mother has much work to do. Once the table has been cleared there will be no more food put out
until the midday meal is served."
The point was quickly made. Xander would rather have taken a beating than see his parents ashamed of him. The feeling that was left in him was ten time worse than the hunger.
Besides, Xander was a man now. He accepted his responsibilities and cheerfully shared in the work it took to run such a large farm. Most families had as many as ten sons. All his father had was him. Xander never asked, but he knew there was a reason his parents were only blessed with two children so he unquestioningly did all he could and then just a bit more.
During the heavy times of harvest other men and boys of the community came to help with the taking in of the crops so they managed well.
Xander jumped up and dressed. Dashing down the steps he glanced in the kitchen as he rushed for the outhouse.
Willow and his mother were already there taking bread from the wood stove. The potatoes were cut on the sideboard and the ham was already sliced. Picking up the pace he knew he must be a little behind this morning and hurried to catch up.
On his way back to the house he ducked into the hen house and collected the eggs. Usually the cow was milked
first, but this morning he decided to do it after. He was anxious to sit and speak to his father about the sections of fence they would begin with.
By the time he returned to the house the table was laid heavy with food. Xander was enormously grateful as his stomach felt as though it were touching his backbone.
He knew that on an Amish farm breakfast was always the largest meal of the day. Lunch was light and sometimes
skipped altogether. Supper was for fellowship, relaxing and showing thanks for bountiful blessings.
"You do not have all your chores done this morning Alexander?"
Xander shoveled more potatoes in his mouth and washed it down with a full glass of milk. "No Father. But I only need to tend to Bessie then I will meet you on the back pasture for the fence work. I will be quick as a rabbit. In fact I may just hop the whole way there."
Willow burst out laughing and even his parents had to crack a smile. Then in keeping to his word, Xander grabbed the last piece of bread, shoved it in his mouth, and headed for the door, jumping and hopping the whole way.
Grinning, he could hear all three of his family members roar with laughter. Xander burst into a sprint and ran for the barn.
"Morning Bessie, my girl." Xander grabbed his bucket and stool, then positioned himself at the side of the cow.
Her udder was huge. Full and stretched tight waiting to be milked and relieved of the pressure.
Expertly his hands grabbed hold of the smooth dangly teats. Before he could stop himself he was reminded of the
pleasure he gave himself last night. 'No no no! Quick, think of something else.'
He tried humming a gospel song, but his mind went blank. His hands continued their milking, his body it's
remembering. Groaning, he could feel himself hardening.
He couldn't imagine what was wrong with him. He was sure other young men didn't think of pleasures of the flesh as often as he did.
Finally he mind centered on thoughts of Anya, marriage, and a life with her. That did it. He softened quickly.
Xander finished and stood stretching his back. Replacing his stool he picked up the milk pail and gave Bessie an
affectionate pat.
That's when he saw it.
A small wound on the side of her neck. Two small punctures with a little dried blood surrounding them. "What on earth? What happened to you girl?"
Xander looked closer. It wasn't like anything he had ever seen. Too deep to be an insect bite. Too small and high to be a rat or animal bite.
Immediately Xander's brain conjured up the memory of two evil yellow eyes looking at him from deep in the woods, and a shudder of fear hit him like a punch in the stomach. Suddenly he wished he hadn't eaten so much.
Rushing back to the house Xander gave the milk to his mother. "I think something bit Bessie on the neck. It was bleeding."
Jess, his mother, patted him absently on the cheek. "I'm sure it's nothing, son. You best hurry now. Father
will be waiting." With that she turned her attention back to Willow who upon finishing the dishes was collecting clothes. It was wash day and that was a full day's endeavor.
'Mother is right.' Xander stepped back outside and took a moment to collect himself. 'Besides, fear is a sin. We must always trust God to protect us. Tho I walk through the valley of....' Xander stopped. For some reason he could not force himself to finish the prayer.
Passing by on his way to the pasture, Xander slowed and stared at the barn. It was the same barn he had looked at every day of his life and yet today it seemed different. Dark, scary.
As a last minute thought Xander slipped in, grabbed Bessie by the halter and set her out to pasture. 'Just because she needs some fresh air and grass. No other reason. None at all'
Xander took off at a full run for the damaged fence.
Part Four
Warning: This chapter contains thoughts of torture.
Scratching his beard, the older man stood and squinted into the sun as he watched his boy, no, young man, run toward him.
God had truly blessed him. Alexander was all any man could hope for in a son. Strong, good of heart, and a man who kept the faith. He would make Anya Miller a good husband and hopefully God would grace them with many sons of their own. He was saddened when his wife had lost the last infant and with it any hope of more children.
The midwife had said it was too soon after Willow, and her body had not recovered enough, but he knew the
truth. It was simply God's will that they have only two children. So two would be enough.
Out of breath, Xander bent over and rested his hands on his knees. "I'm here *wheeze* Father. *Puff* Where do we start?"
The old man leaned on his shovel handle and smiled. "We start with you catching your breath. Then we dig the
post holes and start setting the fence row. Did I see you put the cow to pasture?"
Xander gave a full body shiver. Old women would say someone tread on his grave. He briefly thought of telling his father of his fears, but then changed his mind. It was foolish and he did not want to be seen as a fool. He put great stock in his Father's opinion of him. "Yes, sir. She had a strange mark on her neck. Some kind of a bite I think. Until I have a chance to search the barn I didn't want her in there."
His father nodded once. "That's a good boy. You did right. Now let's get started. Much to do today."
Nothing more was said, but Xander, ignoring the sin of it, nearly burst with pride at the words of confidence
from his father. Grabbing the digger he set to his task.
~*~*~*~*~
By his internal clock Spike knew it must be late afternoon. He stretched, yawned and peeked cautiously out from
under the hay stack he had covered himself with. Despite the full stomach he went to sleep with, Spike decided a quick bite was the way to start the day.
Sticking his head out fully, Spike saw that the stall below was empty. The cow that had served as his evening meal was now missing. Knowing it was still too early to step outside unseen he flew into an instant murderous rage.
Shaking his fists wildly in the air, spit flew from his lips and venomous fire from his eyes. "Goddamn fuckin' cocksuckers! How dare they fuckin' treat me like this. I ought to fuckin' burn this shithole of a barn down and kill them all. Slit their fuckin' throats and swim in their blood! I ought to.... Oh, what have we here?"
Spike's hand flashed out and in the blink of an eye he snatched the two fat rats from the barn loft. Ripping their heads off he efficiently drank them dry without losing a drop. He then casually tossed the body parts to the side,
belched and sucked his fangs clean.
As with all psychopaths his mood could switch in an instant. A snap of a finger, a blink of an eye.
Far from full, he was at least partially satisfied and therefore much calmer. Calm enough to recall the events of the night before and chuckle darkly as his brain began it's plotting. Spike prided himself on his ability to calculate and execute elaborate plans and manipulations. The fact that they seldom worked in the manner they should was of little
interest to him.
His arrogance simply chose to place the blame of failure on outside forces. The plans were flawless. The universe was just out to get him.
But this time all would go perfectly. First he had to sort out what it was exactly that he wanted from the boy. His blood of course. That was a given. But before shredding his body what type of torture would he visit upon him?
Spike stretched out on his back and allowed his hand to wander down the front of his pants.
Pressing the heel of his palm on the growing bulge he let his mind draw pictures of the boy, now naked and tied
to a post in the barn. Popping open the buttons on jeans that were much to tight for even a flaccid penis, he released his hardened flesh to the open air.
"Yessss" he hissed as he imagined the fear and unwilling arousal pouring off his boy.
Taking a leather crop from the horse stall he would crack it down across the boys back and legs leaving stripes of raised welts. Not enough to break the skin just enough to show ownership. Each snap of the whip would cause the boy to cry out in pain.
Spike gripped himself tightly and pulled back the foreskin till the swollen head stuck out, purple and angry looking.
Ripping the ropes loose he would then pull the boy away from his bindings and force him to his knees. Never having sucked a vampire cock before he would be terrified yet hot and achingly needy as he begged to be allowed to taste it.
Spike's other hand scooped his balls and pulled and rolled them sharply.
Grabbing his boy by the hair he would force open his mouth and ram his cock in till it hit the back of his throat and choked him.
Spike squeezed his hand tighter and pumped his cock into his fist faster.
'After making him suck me and get me nice and wet I would
bend him over, spread his ass and........SHIT!'
Spike jerked and shot thick spurts of cool cum over his hand and into the hay.
Angry that he had cum before he was able to finish his fantasy Spike resolved that someone should have to pay for that misstep in timing. Smiling wickedly, he had just the person in mind.
Part Five
The day was absolutely glorious. The sun shone bright and warm while a cool breeze kept the temperature comfortable for a full day of fence mending and field work.
Around noon Willow had come out and met them with a pitcher of lemonade and some sandwiches. Thin sliced ham in thick pieces of home bake bread wrapped in a white cloth napkin. The three of them sat comfortably while the men ate and talked of community issues. Jacob told his children that they were expected to be at the neighbors on Saturday next to help with the raising of the barn. Xander told his father he would need to take some time that evening to sharpen the axe heads and ready their tool boxes.
Willow was thrilled. A raising was a wonderful time to prepare food and bake pies. Serving meals to the men as they worked was only a small part of the women's day. The real joy was in joining with the entire community for fellowship.
Then between providing the noon and evening meals there were quilting boards set up, card tables to play bridge, and just a blessed day of work and visiting.
Xander smiled as his sister babbled on. "So tell me dear Sister, is it the quilting you are anxious to see or is it Lucas Hocsteter that has you baking your special pies?"
Willow's face immediately blushed as red as her hair. Shaking her finger at her brother she did her best to appear
angry. "Xander! Father, are you going to let him speak to me so?" Jacob sat back giving it a great deal of thought.
"You are very right, Daughter. Were your brother to tell a lie I would punish him immediately." With that he looked over at Xander and made no further move.
Jumping to her feet, Willow gathered together the remnants of the lunch and the empty pitcher. "Well, I can certainly see that you two have joined in alliance against me. At least I know my Mother will value my company."
Pretending to be offended, she huffed and walked off to the sound of male laughter behind her. Finally calming down Xander stood and collected his tools to return to his work.
"Xander, sit with me a moment Son." Xander sat back down and waited patiently to see what his father had on his mind.
"Willow is fifteen now and soon will have suitors coming to call. You are much older. Why have you not made your commitment to Anya Miller? All in the community know she saves herself for you, but Eli Keener has also spoken to her father, asking permission to call. It is expected of a man to take a wife and start a family and farm of his own. What holds you back, Son?"
Looking into his beloved father's face, Xander wanted desperately to tell him of all the questions and confusions he had running through him. But he knew he wouldn't. He had the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. As the only son it was to him to have more sons. Boys to help with the farming and carry on the family name. Girls to make homes and nurture the next generation. It was God's mandate.
"I have been dragging my feet, Father. I'm not sure why, but I will correct that right away. With your blessing I will
go see Miss Miller after church this Sunday and speak to her father. If her family is in agreement we will make our engagement official."
Jacob jumped to his feet like a man half his true age and pulled his son up with him. Grabbing him into a tight bear hug Jacob slapped Xander on the back. "It is good, son. You will make her a good husband and she will be a proper wife. Come now, let's finish this fence and head home to tell your mother."
Xander forced a smile and after returning the hug, resumed the work at hand. The feeling settling in his stomach was nearly the same as that he had felt upon seeing the eyes of the devil.
The day stretched late and Xander's calloused hands were sore and blistered. Collecting their tools they started for home just as the sun was setting on the horizon. "Come be quick. Your mother will have supper waiting. You
know how grumpy she gets if her food sits cold." Jacob chuckled. Xander watched him and wondered if he would ever feel that kind of love for Anya.
He knew his parents love for each other was steadfast and certainly blessed by God. He had always thought that feeling would come naturally to him when he was with his intended. Now he was not sure. About anything. "You go ahead. I will be only a few minutes. I want to check over the barn and put the cow to stall before I come in."
Jacob nodded and handed his tools to his son.
Xander took all the equipment from his father's hands and headed for the barn. He would put up the tools and
make sure it was safe for Bessie, although he had to admit he was feeling a little foolish now. He had always been cursed with an active imagination, but this was ridiculous. Monster eyes and mysterious bites. Xander shoved open
the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside. Looking all around he saw nothing out of place and shook his head
at his own childishness.
Going to the work bench he laid out the hammers, nails, and propped the post hole digger up in the corner.
Turning to go, something on the floor caught his eye. Kicking it with his foot, Xander jumped back shocked
when he realized what it was. Two dead rats. Both with their heads torn from their bodies and not a drop of blood on either.
Xander was terrified. Suddenly he could feel the evil all around him. It felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the air and if he didn't get out he would die.
Spike had been aware of Xander's approach before he reached the door. Quickly he had thrown the dead rat parts onto the floor where he knew they couldn't be missed. Giggling, he eagerly anticipated the reaction.
He wasn't disappointed.
He thought about waiting another day or so, but patience was not a quality Spike had ever possessed either
dead or alive.
Silently he slithered in the darkness of the loft never taking his eyes off the boy below him. When he reached
the far side he crouched and with little effort leaped off and dropped the twelve feet to the floor of the barn
landing quietly behind the distracted human.
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