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| Carefully Everywhere Descending - This Land Is Your Land by Dark Eyed Seer (4 Reviews) | | abc + + + |  | | | (Author's Note: PLEASE READ! This story is the first of three possible pieces. I'll post the second tomorrow and the third hopefully the day after. I'm writing three chapters of each and I'll continue the one that receives the highest number of positive reviews. You get to choose what you want to read. All three stories have several things in common, all are set in Season One and all deal with slightly altered versions of Spike's origins. This version involves twins. It has been done before in a story on the Blondibear website. I think it was called 'The Sitter'. However, 'The Sitter' was an all-human AU and this is very much not. I did get permission from Bloodshed Baby to post this here, despite the fact that the twins are not 'vampires'. WARNING: This story will involve consensual incest between two brothers.)
Buffy Summers had been in Sunnydale all of three weeks when her brand new watcher dropped a new bomb.
“What are they?” Buffy slumped into the library chair feeling hot and uncomfortable. A heat wave had hit the town hard in the last few days making the very air hazy and mirage-like.
“They are a pair of soldiers in your cause. They have been specially bred and trained by the council to assist you in your duties. They-“
“O.K, O.K, I'm sorry. Stop the wigfest.” Buffy sat up and tried to look interested.
Giles began cleaning his glasses, “Yes, well- If you had any idea how much effort and expense the council has spent on their creation- Slayers before you would have given their eyeteeth for such assets.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, “I said I was sorry. I'm grateful, really I am. So, are they like robots or something? How are they going to keep up with me?”
Giles seemed to have forgotten his ire entirely and responded to her question with fervor, “No of course not. More than forty years of experimentation and commitment was involved in their breeding. Their mother was an extreme rarity, one of the Fey. The Fey were a race that hasn't existed in this dimension for more than five centuries. In fact, the council cannot seem to duplicate the success they've had with William and James since as a result. The mother unfortunately died in childbirth. The father was a specially breed mix of demon. More than a dozen different species, it took twenty years to create the final result. He had to be destroyed immediately after his… essence was extracted. He was far too powerful to be permitted to live. The infants were then given human souls to balance the demon and Fey parts of their personalities. I understand the transfer was successful.”
Buffy nodded, her forehead crinkling, “William and James.” She tested the names on her tongue, “They sound like a barrel of laughs.”
“I wouldn't imagine so. They've been in training practically since they could walk and they have years on you in the field.”
“How old are they?” Buffy kept running their names through her head. They didn't sound have as interest as Angel, the tall dark stranger she had encountered three times since her stint on the Hellmouth began.
“You age, sixteen and a few months. James is the elder by about four and a half minutes if you want to be specific.”
The library doors swung open to welcome Willow and Xander in, “Hey, Buffster did we miss anything good on the Fight Against Evil front?”
Buffy smiled at her new friends, “Well, apparently I get assistants. Maybe we could get them little matching outfits. They're supposed to be twins.”
“Wow, we did miss out. Can you maybe explain that part again? Not that the matching outfits don't sound like fun.” Willow smoothed down her skirt and sat down.
Giles rolled his eyes, “Oh, very well. Again from the top. Forty years ago…”
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“Spike!”
Spike Randall awoke with a start to find his brother shaking his shoulder, “ Bugger, what is it now, Will?”
Will licked his lips, “We're landing in less than an hour. We're going to meet a Slayer for the first time. Aren't you nervous?”
Spike rolled his eyes and stretched, “Do I look nervous, baby brother?”
“No, but you never do.” Will fiddled with the pins on his backpack. The Greenpeace one was always loose, “What if she doesn't like me?”
“Then she's an ignorant bitch and sooner or later she'll die and we'll go on to the next one.”
“How can you be so heartless? She shouldn't die just because she doesn't like me.” Will sat back in his seat and shuffled a little closer so his shoulder pressed against his twin's.
“Nothing heartless about it. Slayers die, it's the first thing they taught us. That's why they made us, so we try to prevent that from happening. But if you think I'm going to lift one finger to help some stupid bint who's mean to you then you don't know me at all.” Spike was completely awake now and started shuffling through his own bag for his Discman, “Want to listen to The Pixies?”
Will nodded and accepted the pre-offered headphone. The sounds of 'Where is My Mind?' filled one ear. His brother wore the other piece of audio equipment. They both bobbed their heads in tandem to the beat. The music relaxed him almost more than his brother's protective words.
Spike had always stood by the philosophy 'Brothers first, brothers forever' and Will knew well enough he wouldn't be alone in the Slayer's dislike very long if Spike had anything to say about it. All they ever had was each other and Spike took his responsibilities as the elder very seriously.
Maybe he was right. What did it matter if the Slayer liked them at all? They were together. They could be alone in America together just as surely as they could be alone together in England. Will chose the next song and put the plane's descent out of his mind.
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“I can't believe we're three hours late.” Giles huffed slamming the car door and making a dash for the airport entrance.
“Well, it's not like I planned to have to slay Muddy demons.” Buffy huffed in return.
“Murdock demons. “ Giles corrected prissily.
“So do we know what they look like?” Buffy asked as they came to a halt in the large waiting room next to baggage claim.
“Blonde and blue eyed. Average height.” Giles asserted.
“Let's see, in Southern California that eliminates like no one. You're a big help.”
“You Rupert Giles?” A North London accent asked to their left.
They both spun around. True to the description the young man before them was blonde. Of course it was nearly the white blonde of a bleach job and spike vertically with some heavy-duty gel. He wore black jeans and a faded black hoodie that bore The Clash logo. He also sported several facial piercings and a pair of scuffed Doc Martens
At first Buffy didn't notice the other young man next to him, he seemed to be going out of his way to avoid notice. He also had blonde hair, but it was a natural creamed honey color and shaggy with a hint of curl. Their faces were absolutely identical right down to the pierced eyebrows, noses and labrets. He was wearing a faded, tattered pair of blue jeans, brown Birkenstocks and a Grateful Dead t-shirt.
They were both waiting for something. Buffy realized Giles hadn't even answered the punk boy's question, “Yes! Giles-this is Giles! I'm Buffy. The Slayer.” She finished lamely.
Oh, dear God. So she had assistants that were Sex Gods. She could work with this, right? This was every girl's dream come true. If she could just get a whole sentence out she'd be fine.
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