Paranormal 5/25

[vinniebatman]

Title:  Getting Jumped by an Old One While Jumping the Gun
Author: vinniebatman aka batmanvinnie
Fandom: BtVS/Supernatural
Pairings: Spander, of course, and Sam/Dawn, and Dean/Connor (later)
Rating/Warnings:  This one is teen.  Adult in later parts.
Prompt:  Prompt #21, "Cemetery/Mausoleum"
Summary:  It is a small world after all, especially if you deal with the supernatural.
Disclaimer: I so totally own these shows. Bow Down! *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.
A/N:  This is the fifth piece in my series of stories for the community paranormal25, for which I'm writing a series of stories about Xander being able to see Ghosts.  
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While writing this next part, I decided that I would, in fact, include the Winchester Brothers.  Because of that, there will be two bits of dialogue from the second and third parts so you don't actually have to go back and reread everything.  It was just a few small modifications referencing some American hunters, but those comments are important for you to know before I bring the Winchesters in.  So I hope you enjoy this, and sorry for the confuse.
Thanks to: DemonChilde aka Kyra for helping me sort out my pairings for this; I couldn't decide what to do with the brothers, and she helped me figure it out.  Thank you so much, babe!

Previous parts are archived here.

In part two, Spike discussed some earlier difficulties he encountered...

Clearing his throat, Xander spoke.

"So, kill anything creepy lately?"

"Nah. We were too busy runnin'. Ran across some hunters who didn't want to wait for an explanation before they started shooting."

"Oh, wow. That sucks. You should have Giles yell them. Or you know, write a terse letter." Spike snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Ponce wants to give them jobs."

"Ah."

Then in part three, we learned more about the potential hunters...

"Coincidently, I am attempting to recruit some hunters from the United States. There are apparently two brothers who are rather adept at dealing with ghosts and such. Perhaps they could offer insight regarding your abilities."

Xander frowned. "The same ones that tried to kill Spike."

Giles rolled his eyes, the grimaced as he realized what he'd done. "Yes, but in all fairness. we've all tried to kill him."

"I haven't," Dawn piped up.

And now, back to the story.  Sorry for any confusion.
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Xander and Spike had ended up spending three hours trapped in the attic.  After telling the eldest Slayer of Spike and Xander's smoochies, Sanura had been forbidden from returning, and the attic had been declared off-limits.  After all, the other Scoobies had decided the two needed some time alone for smoochy-goodness.  Of course, given the hectic nature of the Manor, they should have known that something was afoot when no one went into the attic.  Unfortunately, that was the last time the two had been alone, and that had been almost a week ago.  Because despite the fact that the First had managed to kill forty three potentials, the Scoobies had still found one hundred and seventy alive, one hundred and three of whom were living at the Manor. 

At the school, Buffy, Vi and Rona served as instructors.  There were five girls between the ages of eight and eleven who lived at the school.  Twenty-two of the new Slayers were between twelve and fourteen and studied at the Manor, intermixing home schooling with basic demonology and fighting.  Fifty -three of the girls were of high school age and attended classes in the nearby town of Welshpool, but lived and trained at the Manor.  Another twenty Slayers who were older than 18 and spent their days studying fighting and demonology, before eventually being sent to Cleveland for their final training with Faith.

Having over one hundred super-powered girls in one house was problematic at best.  Barring magical imprisonment, it was damn hard to get some time alone.  Whenever Xander had quiet time, usually at night, Spike was out patrolling.  And during the day when Spike rested, Xander was busy doing errands, repairs, and mediating fights.  Then a nest of demons had been found in Scotland, requiring the aid of Vi, Spike, and a handful of the older slayers for three days.  So on Friday when Illyria declared her wish to commit violence, Spike went with her and Xander tagged along.

North of Welshpool stood the ruins of an old castle.  It was over a thousand years old and had long ago fallen into disrepair after a fire.  Only the outer and castle keep walls remained, but it's remote nature made it a fairly popular stop-over for nasties traveling through Wales.  The three arrived at the castle just after eleven.  Despite the full moon, clouds blocked the moonlight and cloaked the landscape.  Illyria studied the castle, head cocked to the side.

“It is full of lower demons,” she sneered before stalking into the court yard.  Angry roars of challenge and hate quickly turned in howls of pain. 

“Wow, she needs a hobby,” Xander said.  With his heightened senses, Spike could easily hear the sounds of bones snapping and limbs being torn from torsos.

“Hall-breed!” Illyria roared.  “They are attempting to flee!”  Quickly shooting Xander a smile filled with childish glee, Spike ran into the ruins with a snarl.

“Yeah, that’s okay guys.  You go have fun and leave the one-eyed guy alone,” he muttered, looking around.  “I’ll be fine; I’ll just go… this way.”  Walking along the wall, he followed it until coming across another structure.  This one was a great deal smaller.  Pulling a pen light from his jacket, Xander walked closer.  Its roof and doors had long since rotted away.  At the arched doorway, he raised the light and inspected the carvings surrounding the entrance.  Crosses and words in Latin and Welsh were engraved, framing the door.

It's a church.  Damn, they had their own church.  Wonder if they got it because of their faith or just so they could say "Yep, I own a Church."  Shaking his head, he walked in.  Inside, he was struck by the small size of the building.  The wind blew through the windows and cracks in the mortar, the whistle echoing in the empty space.  Xander walked toward the stone alter stood at the end of the church.  Near the alter, a part of the wall had collapsed, leaving a large hole.  Stooping over, he moved through the hole and emerged into a cemetery.  Surrounded by a low stone wall, the cemetery, like the rest of the castle grounds, had been damaged by time.  Tall crosses were cracked and chipped, edges worn by wind and rain.  Tombstones were broken, their pieces littering the grasses.  And the slabs of stone that covered some of the graves were also damaged, their etched words smoothed by the elements.  As his picked his way through the graveyard, a sense of sadness filled him.  In a thousand years, Buffy and Willow would be the kind of people buried at Westminster Abbey, their remains visited out of respect.  Who would remember him?  One eyed carpenters?  In a thousand years, his gravestone would be broken, his name illegible, on a plot of land only visited by history students and demons. 

Slowly he moved over to the wall and sat on the cold stones.  The wind moved through the trees, strong enough to shake the branches.  Between the noise of the wind and the distance between him and the castle, the sounds of battle were inaudible.  The clouds over the moon moved away, bathing graveyard is pale blue.  The outline of the church was nearly indiscernible against the dark silhouette of the castle.  It was so dark out and his pen light did little to cut through the dark.  Since developing his powers not even two weeks ago, he'd found himself nervous and twitchy.  This was his first patrol, and it was pretty dam creepy.
His breath caught in his chest as a flicker of movement drew his attention.  Shrouded by the darkness, the shape was unknown.  He held his breath, silent as he watched the darkness for another sign of movement.  Another glimpse of activity showed and Xander felt his heartbeat speed up.

"Spike?"  he called.  He halted his breathing again and listened.  "Spike?"

Stupid, it's no big deal.    Another flash of motion caught his eye, this one closer.  He jumped to his feet.  "Spike?"

Stop it!  You're making yourself paranoid!  You've faced vampires and demons, stop freaking out!  Swallowing, he surveyed his surroundings, trying to calm himself.  Suddenly, a quick jerk to the back of his jacket pulled him back over the fence.  He fell to the ground hard, trashing his arms only to find himself held pinned by Spike.

“Damn it Spike, you scared me!” he whispered fiercely.  Their proximity make Spike's look of false contrition visible.

“Sorry pet,” he offered.  He lowered his head and nuzzled Xander’s throat.  He inhaled deeply, taking in his human’s scent.  As let the breath escape, it raised goose flesh on Xander.  Spike raised an eyebrow as pheromones flooded the air.  Gently, he rocked his pelvis against Xander’s.  “My my, pet.   Someone’s having naughty thoughts.”  Leaning down, Spike pressed his lips against Xander’s pulse and then sucked on it.  Xander stifled a moan as he felt his blood rushing down to his cock.

“Stop it, Spike!  We’re in a cemetery for Christ’s sake!”  Spike reared back and looked at Xander in mock consternation. 

“Now pet, it’s not polite to take the Lord’s name in vain.  You should be taught a lesson.”  Before Xander could protest, Spike capture his lips in a searing kiss.  As he slipped his tongue into Xander’s mouth, Spike swallowed the whimpers that came out.   The vampire then began to grind his hips against Xander's.  The human gasped and bucked his hips, trying to get more friction as his cock began to rapidly harden.  Spike slid one hand up under Xander's shirt, tracing the muscles there.  Spike lifted away from Xander's mouth, shooting him a wicked grin.  Moving down Xander's body, Spike raised his shirt.  He let his tongue tease the muscles he found there.  Xander started panting.

"Okay, this is not  - gah, oh boy, this is a bad idea.  A very, very good bad idea," he whimpered, wriggling his hips.

"Um, hi Xander."  Xander looked up and groaned.

"Hi Fred, Wes." 

"Ah bollocks," Spike groaned, resting his forehead on Xander's stomach.

"Sorry, Xan," Fred winced.

"Couldn't have waited ten bloody minutes," Spike grumbled.

"Xander, tell Spike that Illyria is finished killing things, so unless he wanted her to come over here and criticize him and make comments about the rutting of animals, we thought you'd like to know," Wesley explained acerbically.

"Oh, thanks Wes," Xander said.  "Spike, Illyria is finished and uh, they thought we'd prefer it if they came and told us we should leave instead of her."

"Fuck," Spike sighed, regretfully standing up.  Reaching down, he helped Xander to his feet.

Slightly disheveled, Spike and Xander left the cemetery and met up with Illyria inside the ruins.  The former god sneered at them, while Fred and Wesley giggled.  Well, Fred giggled while Wesley smirked.

The ride back to the manor was quiet (well, quite for Spike and Illyria; Xander could hear Fred and Wesley chattering about the demons Illyria had ripped to pieces).  After parking the car, they headed inside.   As they entered, Geoffrey approached them.

"Dr. Giles and Miss Dawn have just arrived from London and request your presence in the study," he offered stiffly.  "The rest of the council member's are already present." 

As they entered the study, they were met with cursing.

"You!"  A tall young man with short, dark blond hair pulled a gun from his jacket and leveled it at Spike.  Another young man, taller than the first with shaggy hair, also pulled out a gun.  Buffy and Angel ran over and stood to the side, ready to jump in, while Willow stood, wide-eyed and ready to offer assistance.  But before they could intercede, Illyria rushed forward with a snarl.  The taller of the two fired one shot into Illyria's chest with no effect.  Instead, she reached out and grabbed his jaw with one hand and disarmed  him with the other.  She lifted him off the ground.

Dean's nostrils flared as he focused his gun on Spike's head.  "What is this bloodsucker doing here?" he growled.  Dawn moved forward, standing next to Dean.

"its okay, Dean, Spike won't hurt us; he used to be my babysitter," she explained.

"NO!!!!" A high-pitched scream sliced through the air as a dark blur zipped through the room.  Reaching out, Xander grabbed Sanura around the waist and lifted her off the ground.  The tiny girl flailed and kicked as she snarled at Dean.

"Nenda kutomba basher*!  Leave my Xander's Spike alone!"  Xander's eyes widened like saucers as he quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.  The girl wriggled, her screams and curses muffled.  Illyria continued to hold Sam off the ground, the kicks of his long legs having no effect.

Dean's aim never wavered.  "What the hell did she call me?"

"Everybody calm down!" Giles yelled.  He turned to the shorter of the newcomers.  "Dean, as I was hoping to explain before they returned, Spike is a different sort of vampire.  Sadly, he is on our 'do not kill' list.  So please lower your weapon."

Dean shook his head.  "No way in Hell, not until the Tick over there puts Sammy down." 

Illyria narrowed her eyes before shifting her grip from Sam's jaw to his cheek.  He choked out "it's Sam," as his face began to turn an alarming shade of red.

Nodding his head toward Buffy, Xander handed the wriggling slayer to the eldest slayer.  Xander then moved in front of Spike, shielding him from Dean. 

"Okay, Dean is it?  Lower your gun; you don't have to put it away, but just lower it and then Illyria will put Sam down"

"I do not take orders from lesser being," Illyria snarled.

"Illyria, please; we need to calm down and in this situation, you have the control.  Please, help us," Angel said, attempting to reason with and placate the ancient being.  Spike rolled his eyes.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Blue, just put him down!" Spike yelled.  Narrowing her eyes, Illyria dropped Sam.  He landed hard on the floor, coughing as the blood returned to his head.  Dean lowered his weapon and rushed over to his brother.  Giles knelt beside the two and handed Sam a glass of water.  Sanura went limp if Buffy's arms, calmed.  The older slayer set her down, resting a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"So, any of you going to make with the answers?" Dean asked.  Dawn bent over and helped Sam to his feet.

Giles nodded.  "As you are now aware, there are two forms-."

Sanura pulled away from Buffy and dashed across the room in blur.  Stopping in front of Dean, she screamed,  "Mkundu!**" before kicking him in the shin with her slayer strength.  Spike started laughing.

"Fuck!" Dean roared, his eyes crossing as he began hopping around on his undamaged leg.  Sanura quickly turned to Sam and repeated her attack, this time screaming "Mbwa***!"  Xander moved away from his laughing vampire and pulled the screaming girl away.

"No Sanura!  Bad!  Go to your room!  You are in so much trouble," he scolded her.  The girl pouted but followed Xander's order, stomping out of the room while mumbling under her breath. 

Everyone turned to look at Xander.

"I really need to wash her mouth out with soap," he muttered.

"What did she call me?" Dean asked, who, like Sam, was still standing awkwardly.

"Uh, the second time she called you an 'asshole,'" Xander said.

Dean nodded with grudging respect; at least she hadn't called him a 'poopy-head' or something wimpy like that.  "What about the first time?"

"Uh, I'm not going to say.  Sufficed to say, it was really, really vile and insulting.  And defiantly offensive to all gay or bisexual men," Xander muttered.  Sam started laughing loudly at his brother.  Dean glared at his younger sibling.

"Bitch," he muttered. 

"Jerk," Sam shot back. 

Xander laughed.  "Actually, that's what Sanura called him in Swahili: a 'bitch,'" he explained.  Sam fell silent and frowned while Dean started laughing as they both limped over to sit at one of the couches; they never moved their eyes from Spike and Illyria.

Giles pulled off his glasses and started to clean them.  "Can I continue?" he asked in a chilling voice.

The other occupants of the room fell silent and looked at Giles.  "Now, as I was explaining, there are two forms of vampire, demonic and physical.  Spike is demonic, while the sort you've hunted is a physical vampire.  The majority of demons we've fought are the part-human descendants of the true demons that once ruled the world.  The sort of vampire that most hunters track down was originally part human, part demon.  Over time, they developed the ability to turn others, but their drive is predatory, not demonic.  Spike is a demonic vampire.  He was drained, then given the blood of his sire.  Once his body died and the soul left, the sire's blood called a demon into his body, which animated the corpse."
 
Dean arched his eyebrow and spoke.  "So why aren't we killing Blondie over there if he's got a fucking demon inside?"

"Because he also has a soul," Dawn replied.

"That's fascinating.  What's the emotional fallout of getting a soul, of knowing the sins of your demon?" Sam mused.

"Yeah yeah, that's fascinating and all, but I just want to know if there are any other bloodsuckers or witches or demons on your no-kill lists?"

The assembled council members looked at each other.  Willow slowly raised her hand.  "I'm a witch.  A good witch, not a bad witch, but I hate saying that because it makes me think of 'Wizard of Oz,' and I mean, I may be good but I don't go around wearing pink dresses and I usually try to give people a straight answer and not... uh, babble."

"I'm a vampire.  I was traveling with Spike and Illyria, but we got separated in Vegas," Angel offered.  "Also, I've had a soul over a century."  Dean was looking tense, while Sam had a look of fascination on his face.  It was frighteningly similar to the look Giles got when he discovered an ancient text.  The main doors to the study opened.

"Well, I'm human," offered a thin young man.  "Pretty much."

Angel moved forward, his face a mixture of shock and joy.  "Connor, what are you doing here?"  Connor reached out and clasped Angel's bicep in greeting.

"Got tired of school and I heard you guys were headed out here.  So I thought I'd come see you, maybe kill some stuff," he explained.  "Besides, after everything I learned that last year, I'm having trouble sitting in a class room."

"Holy shit," Buffy muttered, blushing when all eyes moved toward her.  "Uh, hi Connor, Angel told me all about you."  Angel looked from Buffy to his son, worry and uncertainty etched into the lines of his face.  Connor rolled his eyes and smiled.

"My name is Connor Reilly.  I was raised in a hell dimension so I'm technically six years old, but yeah, my life story is pretty fucked up.  I like to kill demons, play video games, and eat pizza."  Everyone aside from Giles, Angel, and Buffy stared in shocked silence.

"Damn, I thought our friends were screwed up," Dean muttered, studying the new arrival.  "But this is just fucking insane."
 
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Swahili Translations:
* Go fuck yourself ass-fucker (Yes, I know it's pretty vile, but I wanted to use insults/expletives that I felt Sanura would have picked up from teenage boys in the orphanage.  Sorry if I've offended)
** Asshole
*** Bitch (For those who don't watch Supernatural, I chose this because it is Dean's favored insult to use against Sam).