Title:
My May Day Human
Author: Raihne
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Warnings: Just fluff
Disclaimer: standard, I don't own
them but I can still dream. (Mmmm chains and silk and Spike oh my!)
Authors Note: I was thinking, what if Spike met
Xander as a kid? It's been done before that he wins him, and that he
comes
to SD early
and meets him as a young man (or a slayer) so I was going to just drop
the idea as done. Then I
noticed the date .May 1. May day.
and I came up with this.
Spike lounged in his warehouse silent, alone. He'd
sent his last minions with Drusilla this last time she'd left him.
//Again. Left again, Bloody disfunctional even for a vampire family.//
He'd brought her to the Hellmouth, instead of to Prague like she'd
wanted. He just didn't have a good feeling about that place. The
Hellmouth was full of magic, it gave even Spike a kind of warm and
tingly sensation and he wasn't one for the mojo. He'd thought Dru would
love it. And she did, for about a week. Then she'd found a human that
reminded her of Angelous and turned him. //Poor sod'll be dust within
the week.// Maybe the little fledge would get lucky though. One of
Dru's 'daddies' had lasted five years before she chained him up and
forgotten to feed him, or cover the windows.
He shook the annoying thoughts from his head and
stretched with cat-like grace. A noise stopped him half way through the
very satisfying stretch and he inched along the wall near the door to
peer through the small crack in the heavy boards covering up the
window. There was something on his doorstep. He looked for the person
who left it but couldn't find anyone so he crept forward and cracked
the door open, snatching the thing up, luckily it was early enough that
the sun hadn't come to that side of the warehouse yet.
When his fingers first touched the colorful
something he blinked at the soft feeling, pulling it inside he stared
at a boquet of dandelions and daisys, twisted into a crown. He stared
at it, unsure of why it was on his doorstep, but the little wreath held
no answers, except for the scent of child and a smudge of chocolate on
one of the stems. //What is this then?//
If anyone had wondered into the warehouse that day
they would have been dead, there was no way Spike would have wanted
news of this to get out. A master in his own right, sitting in the
shadows and sniffing a crown of weeds and daisys. As soon as night fell
he set of to follow the faint scent of the one who'd left them. He
didn't really know why he was doing it. He was bored and this was
something new at least.
The scent took him to a small house, nothing special
about it, no toys or anything in the yard though, didn't even look like
these people had a kid, but there were three of them sitting on the
steps A small boy with whiskey eyes and chocolate brown hair, another
boy with limbs too long for his body, and a red headed girl. Spike
stood and watched them, trying the figure which of the kids the scent
was coming from.
The redhead had tears in her eyes, "I don't want to
live with Grandma this summer. I wan't to stay here with you!"
"But I won't be here either." The gangly one tried
to reasure her, "My family is going to Texas for the summer, to my
uncle Bill's ranch."
The whiskey eyed kid was very quiet, "I'll miss
you."
"Xander!" The girl cried, "I wish you could come
with us!"
"S'okay Wills. I'm good."
"But you'll be all alone."
"Yeah, all that free time to read comics! Heaven I
tell you! Heaven!"
They all giggled together, then a voice from inside
called for Xander. The girl and the gangly kid stood up and waved as
they ran down the street. Only when they were gone did the last child
let himself tear up.
Spike was impressed, the kid was tough. He watched
him wipe the tears away and waited until he'd pulled himself together,
then go inside. He moved silently around the house until he could see
the kid again. He was brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. He
went up the stairs and Spike climbed soundlessly up a tree and dropped
onto the roof of the house, peering in through a window, open to let
the summer breeze inside. The room was almost unlived in, but the comic
books on the floor and the robot and alien toys dotting the selves
proclaimed it a child's room. Sure enough, a moment later, the boy
walked in and closed the door behind him.
"Comics." The boy hummed and pulled a few new
books from his bag. He lay on his belly on the floor and snatched a
pillow from his bed, stuffing it under his chest and arms to prop
himself up. For a while he just lay there kicking his feet, until he
stilled, as if noticing something wasn't right. He looked right up into
Spike's eyes and blinked, "Hello."
The vampire snorted. "'lo."
"Uh. . . why're you on my roof?"
"Why were you at my warehouse?"
"Huh?"
"You came to my house this morning."
The kid nodded. "Why are you still outside?"
"Can't come in unless you invite me. S'not polite."
The boy sucked on his pointer finger a moment then
nodded, "You're a vampire."
"What?!"
"Like in my comics." He rummaged around and came up
with a floppy thin book with a classic caped and regal vampire on the
cover. "Where's your cape?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
"I'm ten. Willow says I'm supposed to and there's
nothing wrong with asking if you don't know."
Spike smiled, the kid was cute. "Willows a smart
cookie she is."
"Uh huh."
"So you gonna invite me in?"
"Are you a bad vampire?"
"Sometimes."
Xander blinked and deliberated a while before
asking, "Do you wanna hurt me? Or eat me? Or make me your butt monkey?"
Spike coughed, choaking on air for a moment,
"Where'd ya hear that?"
"Jesse said that Larry called him Miss Mintion's
butt monkey."
"Maybe you shou'dn' be copyin' someun like this
Larry bloke."
The kid smiled, "You're a wierd vampire. I like
you."
". . . 'k?"
"So do you?"
"D' I what?"
"Wanna hurt me."
"Not p'rticularly."
". . . " The kid nodded, "I'll come outside then."
He climbed through the window and Spike caught him as he teetered a bit
on the sloping roof. "Mom wouldn't like i if I invited vampires in the
house."
Spike smirked. "No problem bit."
"Do you. . .?"
Spike covered the boy's mouth and smirked, "Mind 'f
I ask something?"
"Uh uh."
He held out the flowers, "What's this then?"
Xander, looked up at him and blinked owlishly, "May
day."
"Wot?"
"May day. It's when you leave flowers on the
doorstep for people to find."
"Why my door?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but the voice that
had called him inside, called up the stairs, "Xander Harris you'd
better be in bed and lights off. No more comic books tonight." He bit
his lip and slipped bad into the window.
"I gotta go to bed now."
"Wait a sec!"
But the kid had closed the window and slipped
between the Transformer sheets and was already snoring, one arm wrapped
around a hard plastic godzilla toy. And Spike was left perched on the
rook, a crown of dandelions and daisies in his hand.
~tbc?~
What do you think? Should I make it a series or end it here?