Fic: Hell on Earth, Spike/Xander, 1/2

Hello everyone. My posting day for fic. Here is the first part. More posted later today, probably after I take my boy to the Christmas parade. *g* Enjoy!

Title: Hell on Earth
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: Mature/Adults only
Spoilers: BtVS Season Two, episode Becoming Part Two
Warnings: Dark!fic, torture, rape.
Summary: Acathla opens and it's a brand new world.



Hell on Earth

Xander ran as fast as he could through the woods surrounding the mansion. He had made sure the Giles had made it to safety, propping the Watcher against the payphone Xander had used to call for an ambulance. He waited until he heard the sirens approaching, it was as long as he dared to wait. Buffy was in trouble. He had to get back. He could only hope that Giles would make it to the hospital in time.

As he broke through the front doors of the mansion, he listened hard. When he'd left, Xander could hear the sounds of clanging metal, harsh pants, and stinging insults. Now there was silence.

He didn't know whether that was a good sign or not.

Quickly, he rushed into the main room where he had seen Buffy, Angelus and Acathla. He stopped, frozen in the doorway at the sight before him.

The stone demon stood still, a massive swirling vortex emanating from the demon's mouth. It was big and getting bigger all the while.

At the sound of a menacing snarl, Xander looked down from the opening portal, the one that threatened to suck them all into hell, and into Angelus' triumphant brown and gold eyes. Blood dipped from the monster's chin as he tipped his head to the ceiling and howled his victory.

Only then did Xander see Buffy.

The Slayer lay on the floor, the sword of Acathla rising from her belly, pinning her to the stone floor. Her neck was torn open, no doubt from Angelus gorging on her blood.

Xander stared in disbelief. Buffy, the golden girl, the One, the Slayer, lay broken and bleeding, perfectly still. Dead.

He was numb, lost, unable to move, unable to speak, even as the portal opened wide enough that the demons from the Hell dimension began to pour through, even if Xander never saw them. All he saw was blond hair and red blood and open, unseeing green eyes.

She was the last thing he knew before the world went black.

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Spike paced the length of his room for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He was bored and he was lonely and he hated this new world. There was no challenge, no subtly, no fun.

Frustrated, Spike stalked down the stairs, snorting in disgust at the scene before him. Angelus sat on his throne with Drusilla on his lap as they watched a pair of naked, human girls writhing on the stone floor before them as they pleasured each other. Before, the scene would have intrigued the blond vampire, but it had become so common place that the novelty had quickly worn off.

Six months in power and Angelus' reign had grown stale.

Spike stalked toward the throne, side-stepping the sword still embedded into the stone floor. He spared a glance at the site, the stones still stained red with the Slayer's blood. He remembered how proud Angelus had been, leaving the girl's broken body on the ground from nearly two weeks, until the smell had become so bad that even the minions had complained. They had to disassemble her body from around the sword, the metal embedded in the stones so deep, it was impossible to remove.

"Spike, my boy!" Angelus greeted happily when he was finally able to tear his eyes away from the scene before him to acknowledge his childe's presence. Spike moved to stand at his sire's right side. He hardly flinched when the older vampire reached out the punch his arm. "You're missing the show."

Following the path of Angelus' eyes, Spike looked down at the girls on the floor. If he hadn't seen this so many times before, he would have thought it erotic. But since Angelus had become Master of Sunnydale, this type of entertainment was commonplace. The girls were told to pleasure each other. The first one to get the other to come would live. Unfortunately, that meant living as Drusilla's pet, until the insane vampire wore out the winner.

And then they would start all over again.

"What's the matter with my Spike?" Drusilla purred as she ran taloned fingers over her lover's arm. "You're not enjoying the show."

Spike shook his head. "It's been done, ducks," Spike complained. "Don't you ever get tired of this?"

"Why?" the raven-haired vampire asked, her face the perfect mask of innocence.

Opening his mouth to reply, Spike was frozen as one the girls cried out, half pleasure, half despair. Angelus and Drusilla applauded and the girl began to weep.

"Spike," Angelus purred as the loser was pulled up into his lap. "Why don't you go down to the slave yards and find you something new and shiny to play with? Maybe that will cheer you up."

Spike nodded slowly before walking away, ignoring the pained sobs of the loser and the terrified screams of the winner.

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Spike wandered the halls of what had once been Sunnydale High. The former school had plenty of room and no practical purpose in the new world, so it became a place to house the humans to be used for food or pleasure. The Hellmouth had been sealed, some demons just couldn't handle competition, but the evil could still be felt, permeating every part of the building.

There were humans all over, some naked, most in chains, displayed to enhance their intended purposes. The blond vampire wandered into what had once been the cafeteria and watched as some human were feed different food. Some ate sweets and fruit, others were given wine and drugs. They all watched as Spike walked by, never speaking, but tracking him with their wide, blank eyes.

Heading down the hall, Spike peered into several rooms, trying to gauge the offerings to be had. Some rooms featured buxom females draped in silk or muscular males strapped with leather. But nothing caught Spike's eye.

Aimlessly, the disgruntled vampire walked into the training room. The former library had been transformed, the stacks all pushed to one side and the tombs within forgotten. Part of vampire longed to liberate the literature, but this was not his domain and not the purpose of his visit. He looked around, watching intently as the humans were put through their paces.

Several boys knelt on the floor, the stripes on their backs fresh, open and bleeding. A defiant looking brunette girl sat in a wooden chair, silent tears slipping down her cheeks as her feet were meticulously slashed with a razor.

Spike studied her for several long minutes, amazed at her resolve and silence during her torture. But as he watched, he saw the fire in her eyes begin to fade as she began to believe the demon at her feet that she was nothing, no one.

Turning to leave, Spike spotted a small redheaded human walking through the room, unencumbered, a large bowl in his hands. He watched the boy for a few minutes before he heard something that shocked him to the core.

"Oh great, the bleached one lives."

Spike whipped his head around to see a brunette boy chained by the wrists and ankles in what appeared to be a book cage. They stared at each other for several long minutes before Spike finally spoke.

"I know you," he said, half statement, half question.

"Great," the boy drawled sarcastically. "A vampire with a short term memory problem. That's rich."

"Xander," the redheaded boy scolded as he reached the cage. "I don't want to have to pick pieces of you off the floor again."

The brunette boy nodded and ducked his head, almost as if he had expended all his energy in the exchange. The smaller boy stepped up and stuck his hand through the small opening, food cupped in his palm. Slowly, the restrained boy ate the offering, licking the palm for every last morsel before letting the other get him some more.

Spike stepped closer to the cage to look at the boy before him when the realization suddenly hit him.

"You were the Slayer's friend," he said, amazement in his voice. "You're the one Angelus offered me that night in this bloody school. I didn't think any of the Slayer's gang was still alive."

"We're not," Xander whispered between bites of bland chicken and rice.

The blond vampire stared for a moment, surprised that the boy's voice lacked any heat or anger, the fire that he had previously shown. He turned toward the other boy as the redhead began to explain.

"We're it." The two boys regarded each for a moment before the brunette resumed eating his meager meal.

"The Watcher?" Spike asked.

"Died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Internal injuries."

"The little witch?"

Both boys flinched, the brunette choking back a sob as the redhead sighed heavily.

"The spell." When Spike scowled at him, he continued. "She was doing the spell to restore Angelus' soul. She was...overtaken by something. Started shouting and acting very un-Willow-like. Then, she just stopped. Fell over. Doctor said it was an aneurism, bust a blood vessel in her brain from the trauma, but it was the magic. It was too much power for her and it killed her."

Silences reigned between them for a long while until Spike pushed further.

"The cheerleader?"

"Taken as a pet by one of the demons. Last I heard, she was in Mexico somewhere."

He didn't have to ask about Buffy. That was a story he knew all too well.

"So, why you two? Why are you still here?"

Pointing at himself, the redhead said, "Werewolf. I get to live if I help out around here. Plus they like to...play with me when I wolf. Xander here is a sore spot for them. They want to break him, but he won't be..."

"Broken," Spike finished for him.

The three regarded each other for several moments before Spike stalked away, muttering animatedly to himself.

Tbc...