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Title: Black Knight

Author: Holger

Disclaimer: Not my creatures or universe, sorry.

Summary: White Knight becomes Black Knight, watch out
for the fun. Character Deaths! Oh, and there
is plot involved (smut doesn't do half as
much fun without one, people!).

Pairing: It is about Buffy/Xander, but there are others

Spoilers: Somewhere in Season Four, but AU

Rating: NC-17 (sex, slash, torture, language)

Feedback: Appreciated but why ask for impossibilities?

Part One:

"Dru," Angel rasped out as he regained consciousness. He
put a hand to his head or wanted to, he found out the
hard way he was restrained. And he felt pretty weak as
well. Oh great, he mused. It would take him at least a
day to get out of here.
He was trapped in this black hole, outside it was day -
if his inner watch didn't go wrong at least - and he
had no way to tell anyone.
The only good point was that he wasn't dead.
His whacky child had surprised him and gotten the better
of him, damn it. But what could he doa against a dozen
vampires and Dru? Angel held back a curse as he began to
work for his freedom and at the same time he speculated
about what nutgirl was up to now.
If she went to Sunnydale, she'd meet Spike and that was
not so high on her list of favorite activities right now
or for the past years. Damn, she shouldn't be alive at
all! Typical, only way to be sure about that is to do it
yourself, Angel told himself.
But what was Drucilla up to? For what reason did she
need his blood? Angel was not unable to come up with a
lot of ideas and, of course, none of them made him any
bit happier. Only more scared.
For Drucilla had mentioned ta few words that made him do
the big thinking...and that made absolutely no sense in
the context to him except in motivation.



Spike looked up to his whacky black godess and wiped his
chin, where she had slapped him. "Sorry, luv," he barked
out as he got back on his feet. "Couldn't resist."

Dru smiled at him, for a moment, then she was her usual
indifference again. "Mommy isn't back for you, my Spike.
Miss Edith tells me you are a bad Spike now."

"Yeah, well, can't much help it at the moment," Spike
grinned as he looked at her entourage. A little clan of
her pets - and some of the resident undead of Sunnyhell
as well. Nice bunch, he mused. But he wasn't allowed to
participate anymore. Not as long as he had this bloody
chip in his head and was unable to kill. By all the hell
there was, somehow he would find a way to get back at
these commando bastards. Some way. "What do you want?"

"Mommy has a little plan to make a special one, love,"
Drucilla grinned madly. "For that I need your help."

"What do you need?"

"Some of your blood," Dru replied smugly. "AND your help
in capturing a certain human...the white knight."

"WHAT?" Spike groaned and remembered about what Angelus
had told him about that one. He shook his head. "No way
in hell! No way I'll help you to make that wanker one of
us..." Especially not after he had no more place to stay
once she vamped Xander Harris. Looserboy or not, he had
a nice little DARK basement. And he wasn't that bad as
the other Scoobies were. Sometimes the boy could even be
fun, oh bloody hell, he was really loosing it! Consider
it fun to hang out with this wanker. Mhm, well, one of
the points in his favor was a girlfriend - former demon,
but still a nice little cunt. And couldn't she pant
while she made him ram said cock into her wet core.
Really, that girl needed a harem. Of bulls. Or vamps.
Not looserboy Harris to fuck her. And he couldn't afford
to be to choosy, either, these days. "No way."

"It'll hurt the bad Slayer," Dru promised and looked at
him, pleadingly. "Do it for me, Spike."

He was a worm. He had no hint of a spine at all. And the
worst was: He knew it. He couldn't resist her when she
asked something of him, never had been able to. "On one
condition...you help me to get rid of this damn implant!
I want to kill again, Dru."

"Done," the whacky vampire promised at once. "Now, lead
us to the boy."

That was the easiest part. Spike, some little voice in
the back of his head reminding him of a certain Slayer
and her lust for revenge, had the sense to lure him into
an ambush by Dru and her clan. When he came back from
his latest shit-job, he was surprised by them jumping
out of the bushes and immidiately attacking him.
He sure was no coward, he pulled out a cross and burned
one minion's face. Scared of another. But behind him
Drucilla appeared and hit him on the head and then he
went limb.

Spike followed her to her new lair and let her slit his
wrist to harvest some of his blood, then he watched in
awe as Drucilla prepared a big drink of blood in a dark
ritual. Whoever got that drink, Spike mused, he was
about to awake as a hellishly powerfull vampire.
And considering whose limb body was just on the floor of
the lair, Spike knew exactly who it was gonna be. Not
exactly his choice. But maybe the lad could do some nice
lot of damage as a vamp...at least he would be able to
go to the Slayer and talk to her about her mistake.
Oh, yes, it would be definite fun to see their emotions
torture them about this. Pity he was going to have to
find a new place to crash soon. No way were Harris'
worthless scumbgas of parents in any way inclined to let
him stay in the basement. Heck, if he'd been able to he
even would kill them for the boy. Would be doing a good
deed to the world at large, but he liked the lad.
Respected his dedication, even if it was a lost cause.
Mhm, maybe they'd let him stay at the librarian's house
again. But, boy, wouldn't Buffy be pissed to face her
best friend over her stake? Ah, sweet pleasure of old
times, torturing the Slayer.
Drucilla was all chanting as she forced the unconscious
boy's jaws open and made him drink the poisoned blood.
She later made him dump the body at the entrance to the
house. He was lying there all night and half a day while
his drunkard of a daddy only came to kick him out of the
way so he could collect his mail and close the door to
his garden. Noone came to help him and so he only was a
dead corpse when people came to bag him and bury him as
soon as possible. A public funeral more in Sunnydale.



Buffy entered Giles' bookstore as she was thinking about
her date with Riley in the evening. After the Parker guy
and the mess he had presented, dating another guy was a
real challenge. With Riley she would take it slow and be
sure he wanted her, not just to fuck her.
It wouldn't be half as bad if she had at least some joy
from the sex, but that idiot wasn't even able to bring
her off! She had to do it herself and what did she need
a man for then? Parker was an absolute idiot and she was
a worse for letting him treat her like that.
Buffy remembered seeing Parker again, after he had done
his cruel feat. He didn't look in the mood to gloat and
she suspected his swollen eyes and bandaged hand were a
sure sign of someone speaking his mind about how he used
to treat his woman. She was pretty sure it had been
Xander, but as usual he said nothing. She would talk to
him about it...had to. She was leading her own life now
and he was not even her boyfriend. Still, it was exactly
the foolish romantic gesture she could expect from him
any day. That and any other incredibly brave and stupid
action.
Poor sod, he had to know by now she wasn't even remotely
interested in him at all...and, after all, he had Anya.
Frankly the girl was no human - okay, shew as a former
demon and she certainly didn't act the way. Nympho girl
with a vengeance streak like the Grand Canyon fit her
perfectly.
She immidiately felt there was something up when she saw
Giles and Willow doing research by going through some of
the heavy old dustbusters Giles had in his house. "Hi
there," Buffy said uncomfortably. "I just hope this is a
routine session 'cause I have a hot date tonight and I
can _SO_ not use a major badass coming to end the world
again..."

Willow looked up at her and sneered, she was weeping!
"Buffy," she said flatly. In her voice was the kind of
silent damnation that made anyone wish for the earth to
open and swallow them whole right now. "It...it is...oh
my god."

"God?" Buffy asked, wondering. Willow was jewish and so
her calling out for god didn't mean...it meant it was
real bad. Whatever IT was. "Okay there, what is going on
on the hellmouth?"

"Um, Buffy, I don't know how to tell you this, but...I
got a call from Angel just this day and he told me
Drucilla was on the way to conduct some dark rite,"
Giles stammered. "She might be through with it already."

"Drucilla?" Buffy asked, dumbstruck. Of course she had no
troubles to remember the nutty vampire. The romani girl
Angel drove mad and made a dangerous as hell kind of a
vampgirl, totally unpredictable. And bad as they came.
She had been Spike's girl for more than a century until
he lost her about this whole Angelus affair. No good
thing to even think back about THAT! "Wasn't she, um,
supposed to be, you know, dust and done for and all?"

"Obviously not," Giles replied dryly. He rubbed his
eyes and threw a disgusted look as Spike came strolling
into the room and settled silently in the background.
"But that is far from our only problem. Please, Buffy,
take a seat and promise not to scream at us."

"Giles?" Buffy asked, spooked and looked to a sobbing
Willow. "What's going on?"

"Angel said Drucilla was out to work some powerfull
blood magic involving revenge against YOU...," Giles
said. "And I just unearthed a prophecy about a black
knight set to destroy the Slayer, and now I think she
is here to further that prophecy. So you have to be
extra carefull by now."

"That's not it!" Willow brust out. "Buffy, Xander...
Xander is..."

"What is he - out of work again?" Buffy asked. "Or did
his parents kick his butt out of his basement?" Would
serve him right for running around caring about her.
She had not asked him to do that.

"No, he...he is dead," Willow shouted. While Buffy was
just able to look at her and keep standing with weak
knees, she could not believe it.
Xander - gone? No way. He could not be gone. Could not.

"What?" Buffy asked, terrified. "NO!" And a swallow
later: "How? WHEN!" She had seen him just...when? The
day before yesterday, he had thrown himself on that
vampire when she stumbled and she had shouted at him
for risking his neck like that - she had been just
on the ground, not hurt or anyhting!
He hadn't hesitated a second.
He never did.
God, it would get him killed one day if he kept that
up, after all she was the Slayer and SHE was the one
with the holy duty thing and all.

"I...they don't know. Said he had a heart attack. He,
he, he was found this noon in front of his house...he
had been lying there for almost a day..." Willow
uttered under tears. "He showed no bitemarks and he
is to be buried tomorrow."

Spike looked up from the seat he had taken and snorted
at them. "So something finally bagged the wanker? I
already wondered where he'd been when he didn't come
home yesterday."

"You...you bastard KNEW?" Buffy barked at him.

"Hey, Slayer, what am I? His fucking bloody nurse?" the
peroxid blonde vampire complained. "I think not. He's a
grown up boy and, after all, he IS your bloody white
knight. WAS. Besides, it was day out there."

Giles flinched at that and then he looked at Spike. "You
said he is - was - WHAT?"

"Her white knight," Spike said full of evil innocence.
"Don't tell me you didn't know. Even Angel knew."

"Yes, Xander is my...was...," Buffy said and had to
sit down. And shut up. She had not the words for it.
She listened as Giles uncomfortably asked what Spike
meant with that.

"The white knight. YOUR white knight," Spike nodded
and began to explain. He immensely enjoyed to do so
as he could make them all suffer emotional torment.
Basically a white knight was some guy without any
obvious powers but one hell of a lucky streak.
someone to stand in the Slayer's shadow and cover
her back, help her to win her fights.
It would not get him anywhere except into troubles.
The guy was a rather comic figure to Spike or a
tragic one, Buffy concluded, for he had that crappy
destiny.
Meet his Slayer, then fall hopelessly in love on first
sight...bring her whatever luck he could and aide her
in her lone crusade.
"All the sorry dog could hope for in life was a good
death! And he didn't even get that." Spike gloated and
took his time to rant about how much it had to be
obvious how much the boy's life had sucked.
Parents who treated him worse than their own shit in
the toilet. His dad must have seen him lying out there
in the morning and he didn't even bother to call an
ambulance. As well as some others. NOONE in the whole
neighborhood did, even as they passed him, even
although he spent hours to repair fences and paint
them or to do the gardens for them without ever
expecting money. Neither did any of his friends show up.
His live was one about a future flushed down the toilet
as he skipped his school efforts to keep HER alive. Not
that he had much chance to make school without anyone
to back him up besides brain girl there. He had nothing
but put others still ahead of himself.

"Oh man," Buffy sighed. Sure, he was a friend and he
had some crush on her, but that was ridiculous. "You
expect me to believe he worshipped me like THAT?"
It sounded like he'd kiss the ground she walked over?
"Comeon!" Buffy added, uncertainly.

"Well, pet, he did," Spike grinned evilly. "And you
never noticed. You doubt he would dump Anya and all
the woman in the world for being with you?"

Buffy could not meet his eyes. Xander might.

"Fuck, do you think peaches had come out of his sorry
brooding inside his hideaway to side with you in the
master's den? Nah, Xander went over and rubbed it in his
face. HE got you back to live. And he was the one who
took the slaying job in the summer after."

"We all did that," Willow barked.

"Course you did, red," Spike nearly would have choked
on the laughter. "I bet you were the one to run around
alone at night, just with one stake up your sleeve and
let them come in close enough to bite? Heck, I even saw
the scars where they managed to score him before he got
them dusted!" The blonde vampire shook his head. "Face
it, witch. He was the bravest, dumbest and most loyal
piece of white trash you'll get to see. If there was a
way he could tkae it for you, he did."

"I mean, brave and loyal, okay. But he was not dumb!"
Willow insited. "Xander was not dumb."

Brave. Loyal. Was he that? Buffy felt her entrials
rearrange themselves as she realized he was. What had
she thought just a few minutes ago? He had fancied
himself as her knight and beaten up Parker for her.
He never really fought anyone, even if they humiliated
him. And she knew he could giht, anyone who tackled a
vampire like that...he could have beaten the crap out
of most bullies that plagued him.
He didn't even care if he won or survived, that was
the worst. He never hesitated to throw himself in the
line of fire...really for her? Yes. Maybe.

"Afraid he was, red," Spike said, turning the knive
in the stabwound. "See, anyone with half a working
brain would decide to kick you out and get a live. HE
could have, I mean, I know when someone's a useless
cause and he was far from it. If he really had wanted
to, he could have gotten some career going. Yet he
skipped it to keep total strangers safe, people who
mocked him or disdained him on first sight. And he
got nothing but pain from you, all the way." The
vampires shook his head remorselessly. "If I had ever
treated my minions like you treated him, they would
have rebelled and torn me apart..."

"YOU? Treat your MINIONS well?"

"Yes, Slayer," Spike barked out with pride. "Hey, it
isn't just about turning them and sending them to their
deaths. They have to respect you as the leader, as the
one to KNOW about decisions. Have to trust you."

"And you betray them," Willow coldly constated.

"Well, in some way," Spike shrugged guiltless. "Still,
it's the same with any mortal army. You expect people
to step into the fire on your word, and they do." He
laughed. "Noone said it was that smart. And just to
tell you that, red, you just should have asked for his
hearth back then! Not his fault if you decide to keep
him in the dark."

"SHUT UP!" Giles croaked. Then he eyed Spike again.
"Spike, are you sure Xander did die of natural causes?"

"Wasn't there, Watcher," Spike said annoyed. "So, what
the bloody shit do I know?"

"Maybe it wa sno natural death," Giles mused. "In this
prophecy there is mention of a black knight rising to
destroy the One."

"You don't mean...no, Giles, I cannot believe this!"
Buffy pouted. Not Xander. But one look at her Watcher
was enough to tell her what he believed. "You think
he was vamped?"

"I have no idea, but I guess we better go and find out,"
Giles proclaimed. "The funeral is this evening, isn't it
right, Willow?"

"Uh, yes, yes of course it is," Willow said.

Buffy just thought she saw some smile on Spike's face
before the vampire decided to get himself lost and
consume some blood from the freezer. But she might have
been mistaken.
Inwardly she wondered how she should deal with the loss
of Xander. And she already wanted that their last words
were something other than her argument.
Spike was right in one respect, she never told him what
he had meant to her - and, thinking about it, she had
not even known herself.
He was just always there, part of the inventory. She had
taken him for granted...simply said. And it had been so
wrong. Wordlessly she cursed herself.
And wondered what would happen if Giles was right on
and they had to stake a VampXander. From all she knew
about the Wishworld, where there had been a VampXander,
he had been an exceptionally nasty batsard. Just great.
This was Angelus all over again!