Paranormal Part 4!
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Author: vinniebatman aka batmanvinnie
Fandom: BtVS/Supernatural. Don't worry, the Winchesters will get here soon!
Pairings: Spander, of course. Other parings to be decided
Rating/Warnings: This one is teen. Adult in later parts.
Prompt: Prompt #16 - "Amulet" from my table.
Summary: There is no such thing as too much protection... unless you're a Scooby. Crap.
Teaser: "Xander turned to the entrance, coming face to face with Spike. Crap. A handsome, wearing-that-sexy-smirk of doom, Spike. Sexy? he thought. Wait, he's sexy? As casually as possible, he studied the blond's body, reflecting on the occasions he'd seen the vampire shirtless. Ah crap, he is sexy. It's amazing how hot someone can be when you don't hate them. Crap."
Disclaimer: I hired a pack of ninjas to kidnap Joss; he was threatened with hot poker torture and chainsaws so I could meet the real him. I now own all. Thank you. Or not.
A/N: This is the fourth piece in my series of stories for the community
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I am basing this manor house on one I visited in Denmark called Valdemars Slot. It's quite beatiful with many rooms, lots of land, and various outer buildings, which would be ideal of housing a number of girls. This place rocked, and I would love to go there again *sighs*
"Sanura! Sanura, no, stop it! Put Andrew down!"
The tiny eight-year-old slayer African Slayer pouted, then lowered her arms from above her head and set Andrew on the marble floor. She then treated Xander to a bashful grin before running at him full-speed. Smiling, Xander opened his arms wide and caught the giggling Slayer. Raising her above his head, he mock-frowned and shook her gently, watching her curly mass of hair bounce. "Bad girl! No picking up the Andrew, remember?"
"No picking Andrew!" She smiled widely before giggling again and wrapping her arms around her Xander. After he hugged her back, he set her down.
"Go eat, Kitten!" he said, using the English translation of her name. It was an appropriate name; she could fight when she needed to, but most of time she either liked to cuddle or jump around and play.
"Yes my Watcher!" Sanura waved, then started skipping toward the dining room while singing in Swahili. Xander watched her go, smiling.
While gathering the girls, they found that twelve of the girls were orphans; most were in their early or mid teens. The orphans had been quickly welcomed by the various Slayers and some of their families. Some of the more accepting Slayer families were even planning on adoption. But Xander had become Sanura’s de facto parent.
He had found her in Africa when she was only seven. Using the little Swahili he knew, he helped her understand that she was special, not bad, and had then taken her from the orphanage in Rwanda before handing her off to Sam Zabuto. Sam knew many of the African languages, and spent much of his time assisting the African Slayers acclimate to life in Wales. But Sanura never forgot Xander, and upon his return to Wales, she had tackled him and, in broken English, declared Xander her Watcher and forbade him from leaving her again.
Sanura was a double statistic. Not only was she the youngest orphan by three years, she was also the youngest Slayer. Clearing his thoughts, Xander turned to Andrew, who attempted to look pitiful and injured.
"Okay Andrew, what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything, it was her!"
"What happened?"
"Um, I think she watched some sort weight-lifting competition on the tv or something, because she tried to do the clean and jerk with me," he lied.
"Try again."
"Okay, fine. She got up early to watch cartoons, and I made her change the channel. So she got mad and called me a 'stink head,' so I told her to stop being an evil little demon. "
Xander clenched his teeth as he sighed.
"I know, I know! I forgot and I slipped," Andrew explained in a nervous rush. In Africa, some of the children (and a few of the adults) had told Sanura that she was unnatural, a dark and evil creature. Some of the other Slayers experience similar reactions, but at only seven, Sanura had internalized the insults.
"It's okay. She seemed to handle the comment well. I mean, yeah, she lifted you up, but she didn't get upset or throw you into a wall." Slapping Andrew on the back, Xander led them into the dining room. As they entered, the headed toward the Scooby table. For the first time in their lives, Andrew and Xander had become regulars at the cool table.
"I can't believe you're already up," Willow said, rising to give Xander a hug. Xander quickly returned it before sitting down and pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, well it's hard to sleep through the daily stampede," he joked. "Besides, I wanted to get started on the attic bathroom today. So how long are you staying, Dawnie?"
"I'll probably fly back to London with Giles on Monday morning. I have class in the afternoon," she replied, spearing a piece of egg with her fork. Due to the remote nature of area, instead of driving to Cardiff or Wales, the Council had simply purchased a small jet for travel between London and Welshpool.
"Going back to London already, oh great Tweed One?" Giles simply gave Xander his patented long-suffering sigh before replying.
"Yes. I've managed to contact a group of hunters in America and I'm trying to arrange for them to fly over soon."
"Yes, we are still sadly lacking in the number of Guides for our young Warrior Princesses of Light," Andrew offered before daintily sipping his tea.
"Most of them are pretty knowledgeable," Buffy added. "It would be nice to have some non-stuffy folk around here."
Rona snorted. "Yeah right, Summers. We’re gonna get the smart older ones, but you just want those two brothers around."
Buffy grinned. "Well yeah, they're hot."
"Here here!" Dawn added.
Xander rolled his eyes and focused on his plate. Beside him, Willow looked over a Buffy, then wriggled her eyebrows with intent. Buffy nodded, then looked at Dawn and mouthed "Spike." The younger Summers grinned maliciously. Spike might have thought he was sneaky, but he really wasn't. Willow, Dawn, and Buffy had noticed the looks Spike kept shooting toward Xander the night before, and they were planning on helping things along. They had mentioned their plans to Angel, who had turned a strange shade of green before running away.
"Hey Xander, you need any help today?" Dawn asked sweetly.
"Nah, it's okay, Dawnie. I was looking forward to some time to myself, stripping wires, putting up drywall. I'll just be up there, being all manly and pounding away." He paused and then blanched as he mentally replayed his comments.
Suppressing a smirk, Buffy spoke next. "Spike could help you out with that."
"What?" Xander looked at his girls; there was something fishy going on.
"Oh, Xander, I almost forgot!" Willow interrupted. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a necklace. "It's an amulet that’s supposed to ward off dark spirits. You said that Wesley's spirit kinda depressed you, so I thought it would be a good thing if you could keep the creepy ones away." As Xander accepted the gold and ruby monstrosity, Willow stared him expectantly.
"Well?"
"Well what, Wills?"
"Put it on!"
Suppressing a groan, he put the amulet on. Dawn smiled at him.
"I found one for you, too!" Lifting her hand from her lap, she revealed a large, clunky ring. "It's supposed to keep your mind clear, provide a boundary so you don't absorb negative ghost emotions." Smiling weakly, he accepted the ring and put it on.
"Yes, well I was thinking along the same lines," Giles said. He handed Xander a small leather pouch attached to a leather strap. "It contains various warding materiels to keep you safe. You wear it around your neck."
"Oh, thanks." Xander put the necklace on, then looked over at Buffy, who was wearing her "yay-I-get-to-give-someone-a-present" look.
Smiling, Buffy handed him a lumpy sliver amulet attatched to a thick silver chain. "It's a protection amulet."
Xander grinned. "Thanks Buff! It's.. it's nice," he said, even though he was thinking that is looked more like a silver pile of dog crap. "Thanks guys."
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After returning from Africa a year ago, Giles had gratefully placed the Home in Xander's hands. Xander could handle the carpentry, but the housework proved difficult. Fortunately, Deinol Pritchards' butler headed the management of the house. Geoffy St. John Smyth led the dozen parents that had come to work at the Home, delegating cleaning, cooking and the like. It ensured that all the regular workers knew what the girls were and what they were capable of. Xander's jobs were to patch up damage, supervise any remodeling needed, and forward paperwork to the Council.
Some of the space in the two-storied attic had already been converted into apartments for the families, but Xander was going to turn an area near the stairs into a much-needed bathroom. So far, he had the initial framing and outer drywall done, as well as the insulation. Eventually he would install a window, but at the moment, he was just trying to finish the wiring and the inner drywall. Looking down at the ring on his hand, he groaned.
"Oh God," he moaned, studying the charms. "I look like a blind hippie-pimp."
"Ya know, ya kinda do." Xander turned to the entrance, coming face to face with Spike. Crap. A handsome, wearing-that-sexy-smirk of doom, Spike. Sexy? he thought. Wait, since when is he sexy? As casually as possible, he studied the blond's body, reflecting on the occasions he'd seen the vampire shirtless. Ah crap, he was always sexy! Damn. Huh, it's amazing how hot someone can be when you don't hate them. Crap.
Meanwhile, Spike's eyes traveled up and down Xander's body. Slowly the human became aware of how sweaty he was, and how his tee-shirt was clinging to his body. Xander started to fidget, also aware of how not-sweaty and not-smelly the vampire was. Double crap.
"Hey Spike, what's up?" Spike shrugged and casually leaned against the wall. Stupid cool undead guy.
"Heard you were doing some work that didn't involve shrieking teenage girls, thought I'd lend a hand."
"Oh, cool. I'm just finishing the wiring. You any good at wiring?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "I stole electricity and wired a bloody crypt, so yeah, I guess I'm okay at it." Xander turned and crouched in front of the tool box, looking for a pair of pliers. As he bent over, the various amulets fell out of his shirt and smacked his face.
With a growl of annoyance, Xander removed the tangle of amulets and threw them on the floor outside of the new room. They slid down through a crack in the unfinished wooden floor and fell to the bottom floor of the attic with a loud clatter.
"I'll uh, I'll pick those up later." Xander returned to looking through the toolbox, and Spike returned to looking at Xander's ass. After all, it was a very nice ass. Finally, Xander found the pliers and turned around.
"Okay, so far I've gotten-." He stopped at the look in the vampire's eyes. They were dark and hungry, sending a shiver up Xander's spine.
Spike stalked closer, watching as the human's adam's apple bobbed up and down. The boy knew he was being hunted; Spike could smell the human's overwhelming desire, laced with nervousness. Using his body, he forced Xander's back against the wall before leaning forward and pressing their lips together. The kiss was soft and languid, tentative. As they separated, Xander opened his eye to find himself being watched. Spike's expression was a mixture of wonder, caution, and desire.
"I'm all sweaty," Xander blurted out. When he was with Anya, he'd gotten used to the silence that sometimes came after a kiss. But that had been well over a year ago, and guy-on-guy kissing was totally new to him. Spike raised an eyebrow while suppressing the smile on his lips. Leaning forward, he buried his face in Xander's neck.
"Don't really mind if you taste salty, Pet," he whispered, before licking Xander's pulse. He smiled against the warm skin as he heard Xander moan. Trailing kisses up his neck, Spike moved forward for another kiss. This time, Xander met him halfway with parted lips. Spike flicked his tongue into Xander's mouth and enjoyed the warmth before deepening the kiss. This kiss was as slow as the last, only this time their tongues met and lazily slid against each other. They slowly learned each other's taste, then carefully mapped every ridge and catalogued every moan.
As they wrapped their arms around each other, a giggle sounded from somewhere near the entrance. Xander broke the kiss.
"Did you hear that?" he asked. Spike paused, then sniffed.
"I smell bubble gum." Looking toward the entrance, they saw the top of an afro peeking over the top stair.
"Sanura! Aren't you supposed to be in class?" The girl stood slowly, grinning.
"Maybe."
"Well you'd better go; you don't want your teacher to worry," Xander explained, even though he currently didn't give a crap about her teacher. The small girl smiled, then waved.
"Okay, I go Bah-ffy!" Like a flash, the girl dashed down the stairs, her scream bouncing off the walls. "Bah-ffy! Bah-ffy! Spike and my Xander smoochy! Bah-ffy"
Xander's eye widened in shock. "Well, that's one way for them to find out." Spike grinned. Darting forward, he pressed a kiss against Xander's cheek, quickly flicking the tip of his tongue out to taste the human's skin. He stepped away with a leer, then ran toward the stairs. Or at least tried to before crashing into an invisible barrier.
"What the hell was that?" Xander asked, rushing to Spike's side.
"You mean you don't know? It's not some screwed up security system?" the blond asked.
"No."
"Fuck."
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Meanwhile, on a higher plain of existence . . .
The room erupted with laughter. Seriously, sometimes watching the Scoobies was better than trying to watch television.
"Leave it to the dorks to overload Xander with conflicting protection charms," Cordelia laughed, shaking her head.
"I know! It's stupid, but it's not that surprising. I mean Giles did sell Glory Khul's amulet and a Sobekian bloodstone," Anya explained. They turned back to the viewing pool and watched as Xander and Spike started kissing again. Spike had moved to lean against a wall with Xander sitting in his lap. They started to kiss again, but this time, Spike cupped Xander's ass.
With cries of triumph, Cordelia and Anya turned toward Jesse.
"Spike grabbed Xander's ass, so pay up, McNally!" Whimpering, Jesse looked at the newest power and former vengeance demon.
"Dammit, why couldn't he have stayed straight," he whined.
Anya frowned. "I don't think he was ever perfectly straight. When we had sex he would occasionally enjoy it if I slid my-."
Jesse clapped his hands over his ears. "Whatever! At least Spike is pretty." He then turned toward the other three women who sat near the viewing pool. Dropping to his knees, he began to plead.
"Please, talk to them. They’ll listen to you! I throw myself on your mercy, fair maidens! Don't make me do this!"
The three women looked at each other and laughed.
"I am sorry Mister McNally, but you made a wager. You lost and your must honor the terms," Annamarie said, pointedly turning her head away from the eternally teenaged boy.
"C'mon, Mrs. S., you know you wanna help me! You said I'm like a son, you don't want to see this happen!" Joyce laughed and shook her head.
"Jesse, it's not that big of a deal, just go ahead-."
"Oh for heavens sake Joyce, stop coddling the boy! He made his choice!" Annamarie scolded.
Jesse glared back at the older woman. "Ah, you just want to see me naked." Annamarie leveled a glare that would have killed the male had he not already been deceased.
"Sorry, Jesse, but I'm not going to go against her," Joyce said. Turning, Jesse faced his last hope.
"Tara, love of my best bud, please, help me!" he begged. Tara giggled.
"S-sorry, but a bet is a bet." With a defeated sigh, Jesse stood. Music suddenly began playing as Jesse started dancing. And amid the various hoots and hollers, Jesse McNally started stripping.
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