Darkness 6
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kat8chaTitle: Darkness in their Hearts
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: very- very close Xander/Angelus/Wesley, implied Wes/Xander,
Dru/Spike/Willow
Spoilers: Angel season one up to "Eternity", Buffy season four
(general)
Summary: Dru taunts, Wesley talks, Giles receives tableaus
Feedback: First BtVS/Angel fic, would be welcome. I've got BIG plans
for it!
Email: Flamespout@h...
Website: Soon!
Distribution: Bigbadzeppo, Xanderslash, Vampyr_Slayerette_Passions,
DarkSlash, I Need a Parrot
Notes: Had insomnia last night so this thing got pumped out quick. Hope it’s good!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing!
Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would
love to own Xan, Angelus, and my poor Wes but sadly I don't (sigh).
~ I'd take better care of them then Joss did! Imagine making my Xan
into a goofy sidekick and giving Angelus back that pussy soul and
killing of my Wesley! I'm still mad about that one. ~
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-“The Stars are giggling Slayer. They say they want to see blood.” And the minions lunged.-
Xander cursed as he ducked under one minions swipe allowing it to kill the minion behind him for him. Buffy was staking vampires stalking her way towards the giggling Drusilla who had yet to join the fighting. He did not think that behavior typical for Angel’s crazy childe. Distracted by this train of thought he was hit by one of the minions and thrown over a tombstone, the accompanying look on the minions face was not one of bloodlust but fear. What the hell was he afraid of, striking quickly he drove his wooden stake through the vampire’s heart. The look on his face as he disappeared was almost thankful. Buffy was almost upon Drusilla now who was backing away into a copse of trees just beyond their clearing. Ooo, a Giles’ word. He would be so proud.
“Come Slayer, let us have ourselves a race!” Drusilla giggled harder and gave a twirl still heading out the clearing and Xander’s line of sight. Buffy looked over at the dark-haired slayerette and seeing that he had only one vampire left to dust and it was barely keeping him away set off after Miss Looney Tunes. Even as Buffy advanced more purposefully the vampire continued to speak. “Then Alice will fall down the rabbit hole and the Dark Kitten will have tea with the Wicked little Dormouse who isn’t really much of a mouse at all.” Buffy shook her head and ran after the disappearing vampire.
Xander, left with only one helpless fledge quickly staked her and then turned to where Buffy and Dru had vanished to. It disturbed him that the vampiress had not fought Buffy in the clearing which meant that she had a plan about what to do with the Slayer. Meaning how to kill her. Patting himself down to make sure he had the requisite stake, holy water and cross he almost missed the faint, familiar laugh sounding from behind him. Turning slowly he saw a face he had been looking for earlier and was now devastated to see because he knew now. When he had not been able to see her he thought that she might just be dead, or kidnapped as a hostage, or possibly being tortured and while he did not like any of these possibilities they were a lot easier to stomach then the thought that she was turned. Now however even though she had not changed her clothes and was not in game face there was something distinctly un-Willowy about her.
“Oh. Oh God no.” Xander’s knees buckled before he brought out his stake and cross and this would be so much harder then staking Jesse because Willow and he were so much closer and had gone through so many problems together and she was His Willow, His Girl the white knight complex making it difficult to hurt her at all and his hyena was still screaming pack and he knew that Jesse had merely been a minion a mindless killer while Willow… He knew that Angelus would not have wasted all that potential, she was a Childe of Angelus. “I’m sorry Wills.” He gripped the stake and cross in his hands and stayed where he was knowing he couldn’t walk towards her.
“Sorry?” The vampiress formerly known as Willow laughed. “For what? For allowing me to become a vampire? Tut-tut Xander you should know that this isn’t your fault. All that low self-esteem has got to go.” She stalked forward intent on getting close to her former best friend, a being her demon told her either to kill or make him hers but Willow was not allowed and the reason was her Grand-Sire. A hand on her shoulder stopped her from getting within arms reach of Xander Angelus ‘tut-tutting’ her.
“Willow, he’d try to stake you if you got closer. And then you’d have to hurt him and I’d be mad.” The silken tone whispering through her veins touching her in a way that was completely different from her sire and brother. Telling her he did not care how much she was hurt as long as the ones he wanted were okay.
“You. Bastard.” Xander spat out and would have lunged for Angelus but realized he had the tactical disadvantage. “You turned her.” Angelus smirked stroking his hand over Willow’s silken red locks an absent minded sign of ownership.
“Actually Drusilla turned her, I’m just hear to reign her in while he sire has some fun.” A scream echoed from the copse and Xander flinched around before remembering the more immediate threat. “And while Spike has his fun with Mrs. Summers.” The blood drained from his soon-to-be pet’s face leaving the boy distinctly pale. A good look for him, and one he would be getting used to eventually.
“Sp-spike? Oh god, he’s gonna…” Xander trailed off and had to fight not to be sick the thoughts going through his head clearly reflected in Angelus’ eyes. Angelus smirked, still petting the redhead but realizing he’d have to comfort the brunette before he was sick.
“No not that, he’s merely saying his goodbye’s. Says she was a right lady to him and that she should be told about her daughter and then given a classy death.” Color returned to Xander’s face now he flushed with anger the blood rising to the skin as he thought about the implications of Spike having his chip out.
“You’ve been playing with us all along you made sure we knew you were up and about and sent us to L.A. God you bastard...” Willow moved out of the way as he lunged for the master vampire hitting the broad chest he pushed Angelus onto the ground and wrestled with him trying to plunge a stake into his heart strength coming from unnamed sources as the darkness also battled their cages knowing that the stake through the heart might allow them out or Angelus taking the clueless goody-two shoes under his wing could do the same. Xander may have succeeded in killing Angelus but was distracted by a painful shriek from the slayer. “XAAAAANNNDER!” Darkness overwhelmed him as Angelus smashed his head into a tombstone.
Wesley had been moved to a larger room this morning, or evening he could not tell since he had not seen a window or clock since Angelus’ reappearance. However he had wondered about the change in accommodation, it was not like this new room was much different from the old. There was a large king sized bed with silk sheets and elaborate headboards there were also two chairs and a couch. A bathroom to the side of the bed with full bath and shower and a mirror but nothing else special, there were two toothbrushes and two electric razors and that seemed strange. Or it did until the minions had brought in Xander Harris and chained him to the same ring Wesley was now attached to. In retrospect being chained to the floor seemed a lot more comfortable then being chained to the bed, maybe it was just the connotations of being chained to a bed that disturbed him. Before he allowed his mind to wander off on this tangent Wesley looked Xander over again wondering why Angelus had captured them both.
When the minions had brought him in they had laid him on the cough before chaining him up so the black of Xander’s hair nicely contrasted with the red leather couch. His clothes were not quite as luminescent and garish as Wes remembered but still pretty ugly. Underneath though he could tell that Xander had filled out some becoming more man and less boy, his hair was longer curling and falling slightly over his face. Leaning forward Wesley brushed one stray curl away a warmth trickling up his fingers from the brief contact with the young man. Flinching back he tried to rationalize it as being left alone for too long but he knew the truth. Even when he had been in Sunnydale Xander had fascinated him, part of the reason he had taken up with Cordelia actually, the non-stop babble making him seem so cute and worry free even as his eyes told you he wasn’t. If it had not been for that huge stick up Wesley’s ass he might have made a move on him, the ex-watcher thought with a grin.
On the couch Xander moaned and moved slightly bringing himself to wakefulness only to wish he had stayed asleep. The ache in his head reminded him of how he had achieved unconsciousness anyway and the leather under his cheek was not conducive to proper thinking. “Mr. Harris are you awake?” Came a startlingly proper Brit voice, a voice Xander had not heard in a while.
“Wesley?” Startled Xander shot up in his seat only to remember why moving was a bad idea. “Oh god my head, and Wes, are there two of you?” The formerly uptight man smiled slightly and shook his head.
“No Mr. Harris, one of me is enough for everyone I think. Are you quite all right?” Xander was staring at him oddly mouth flopping open like a dead fish. Finally he wheezed out, “You made a joke.” A statement that startled Wesley, oh he had not quite been in the habit of making jokes back in Sunnydale.
“You will hopefully find that I am a most amusing person. When not incarcerated by brooding sadists.” Shaking his ankle to illustrate the chain he watched as the young man noticed his own manacle. “Angelus seems to want something from us. I was hoping you could possibly shed some light on that Mr. Harris.” Groaning Xander once again laid back on the couch stretching this time and unknowingly giving Wesley a glimpse of his golden wash-board stomach.
“Please, call me Xander. Mr. Harris is my father and since we’re locked in the same room together we might as well be informal. Nope not got any idea what Angelus wants, except that I’m an evil, evil person who seems to be a demon magnet.” This last bit was said with complete and total sincerity something that Wesley marveled at since it was a joke, right?
“Mr.- Xander, maybe you could explain what you meant by that last statement.” Sighing Xander began to tell him about the M’nut-A-min demon, leaving out the part about his various possessions.
“My.Word.”
Giles sighed and washed the last of his dishes putting them away while he waited for any news from Buffy or Xander about last nights patrol. Neither had called him today but he figured that Buffy had continued to go to classes and did not know whether Xander was sleeping or hiding from him again. Walking to his study he passed the door of his bedroom and noticed roses. Red roses littered around the edge of his door and by the scent of it obviously inside. Throwing open his door he was not confronted with the scene of Buffy, Xander, Willow, or Joyce laying on his bed but of a box. A fairly plain slightly small box, but covered generously with petals so obviously Angelus had a message for him. Moving his way inside the room cautiously he wondered when Angelus had time to bring the box inside. Pulling out his cross he kept it in easy reach as he opened the potentially lethal box and was confronted with Jenny.
A picture of Jenny lying in death upon his bed, drawn skillfully by Angelus’ large hands brought back the memory as if it was yesterday and Giles might have been overcome if he had not realized that there were more pictures in the box then Jenny. Moving the top picture aside he was confronted with Cordelia’s mutilated corpse and realized why Xander had been looking so lost when he came back form L.A. He had never really liked the cheerleader but to see her so, literarily, torn up was sickening. Putting that one aside as well he was faced with a picture of a game faced Drusilla and then closely followed by a picture of Spike draining a victim. He could tell they were both new, meaning Spike had his chip deactivated and Drusilla had rejoined her Daddy. Becoming more hopeless he had to bite back a sob when confronted with a drawing of Willow feeding off some poor chap. The girl had become like a daughter to him, possibly closer to him then Buffy was with her high and mighty attitude and with Willow’s love for research and magic. Moving it he saw a picture of Willow, Drusilla and Spike all curled up in a bed in an obvious post-coital movement the sheet covering them managing to hide nothing from Angelus’ skillful fingers. A picture, obviously very new since it could not have been drawn before last night showed Buffy chained to a wall leaking blood from several puncture holes on her neck bruises decorating her skin and a dull lifeless look in her eyes.
Silent tears leaking down his face Giles set this one aside with the others as well and faced the bottom of the box. Angelus had turned over the last few sketches so the blank side was facing up, obviously knowing Giles would be anticipating this moment. Picking up the last picture he was faced with the sight of Wesley chained to a bed in a small room, quite obviously asleep. His eyelashes cast shadows across his cheeks and his mouth was slightly open as his fingers curled around the sheet. Angelus had Wesley captured? For what reason? His mind flashing to all the knowledge Wesley Windham-Pryce was sure to have learned as a Watcher and the magic he would be able to accomplish Giles turned his mind to the next picture in the box. Flipping it over Giles was faced with an unconscious Xander sprawled in a cemetery tombstones lying around him. He doubted Xander was dead there was no obvious sign of it and Angelus would have been sure to make it obvious.
Xander was alive too? And unharmed what was Angelus playing at?
Behind him he heard a noise, small barely noticeable but he whirled his cross coming up defensively only to be knocked out of his hand by Spike. “Little jumpy ain’t’cha watcher?” Spike commented before descending on dinner. Teach him to chain William the Bloody in a soddin’ bath tub.
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: very- very close Xander/Angelus/Wesley, implied Wes/Xander,
Dru/Spike/Willow
Spoilers: Angel season one up to "Eternity", Buffy season four
(general)
Summary: Dru taunts, Wesley talks, Giles receives tableaus
Feedback: First BtVS/Angel fic, would be welcome. I've got BIG plans
for it!
Email: Flamespout@h...
Website: Soon!
Distribution: Bigbadzeppo, Xanderslash, Vampyr_Slayerette_Passions,
DarkSlash, I Need a Parrot
Notes: Had insomnia last night so this thing got pumped out quick. Hope it’s good!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing!
Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would
love to own Xan, Angelus, and my poor Wes but sadly I don't (sigh).
~ I'd take better care of them then Joss did! Imagine making my Xan
into a goofy sidekick and giving Angelus back that pussy soul and
killing of my Wesley! I'm still mad about that one. ~
*********************************************************************
-“The Stars are giggling Slayer. They say they want to see blood.” And the minions lunged.-
Xander cursed as he ducked under one minions swipe allowing it to kill the minion behind him for him. Buffy was staking vampires stalking her way towards the giggling Drusilla who had yet to join the fighting. He did not think that behavior typical for Angel’s crazy childe. Distracted by this train of thought he was hit by one of the minions and thrown over a tombstone, the accompanying look on the minions face was not one of bloodlust but fear. What the hell was he afraid of, striking quickly he drove his wooden stake through the vampire’s heart. The look on his face as he disappeared was almost thankful. Buffy was almost upon Drusilla now who was backing away into a copse of trees just beyond their clearing. Ooo, a Giles’ word. He would be so proud.
“Come Slayer, let us have ourselves a race!” Drusilla giggled harder and gave a twirl still heading out the clearing and Xander’s line of sight. Buffy looked over at the dark-haired slayerette and seeing that he had only one vampire left to dust and it was barely keeping him away set off after Miss Looney Tunes. Even as Buffy advanced more purposefully the vampire continued to speak. “Then Alice will fall down the rabbit hole and the Dark Kitten will have tea with the Wicked little Dormouse who isn’t really much of a mouse at all.” Buffy shook her head and ran after the disappearing vampire.
Xander, left with only one helpless fledge quickly staked her and then turned to where Buffy and Dru had vanished to. It disturbed him that the vampiress had not fought Buffy in the clearing which meant that she had a plan about what to do with the Slayer. Meaning how to kill her. Patting himself down to make sure he had the requisite stake, holy water and cross he almost missed the faint, familiar laugh sounding from behind him. Turning slowly he saw a face he had been looking for earlier and was now devastated to see because he knew now. When he had not been able to see her he thought that she might just be dead, or kidnapped as a hostage, or possibly being tortured and while he did not like any of these possibilities they were a lot easier to stomach then the thought that she was turned. Now however even though she had not changed her clothes and was not in game face there was something distinctly un-Willowy about her.
“Oh. Oh God no.” Xander’s knees buckled before he brought out his stake and cross and this would be so much harder then staking Jesse because Willow and he were so much closer and had gone through so many problems together and she was His Willow, His Girl the white knight complex making it difficult to hurt her at all and his hyena was still screaming pack and he knew that Jesse had merely been a minion a mindless killer while Willow… He knew that Angelus would not have wasted all that potential, she was a Childe of Angelus. “I’m sorry Wills.” He gripped the stake and cross in his hands and stayed where he was knowing he couldn’t walk towards her.
“Sorry?” The vampiress formerly known as Willow laughed. “For what? For allowing me to become a vampire? Tut-tut Xander you should know that this isn’t your fault. All that low self-esteem has got to go.” She stalked forward intent on getting close to her former best friend, a being her demon told her either to kill or make him hers but Willow was not allowed and the reason was her Grand-Sire. A hand on her shoulder stopped her from getting within arms reach of Xander Angelus ‘tut-tutting’ her.
“Willow, he’d try to stake you if you got closer. And then you’d have to hurt him and I’d be mad.” The silken tone whispering through her veins touching her in a way that was completely different from her sire and brother. Telling her he did not care how much she was hurt as long as the ones he wanted were okay.
“You. Bastard.” Xander spat out and would have lunged for Angelus but realized he had the tactical disadvantage. “You turned her.” Angelus smirked stroking his hand over Willow’s silken red locks an absent minded sign of ownership.
“Actually Drusilla turned her, I’m just hear to reign her in while he sire has some fun.” A scream echoed from the copse and Xander flinched around before remembering the more immediate threat. “And while Spike has his fun with Mrs. Summers.” The blood drained from his soon-to-be pet’s face leaving the boy distinctly pale. A good look for him, and one he would be getting used to eventually.
“Sp-spike? Oh god, he’s gonna…” Xander trailed off and had to fight not to be sick the thoughts going through his head clearly reflected in Angelus’ eyes. Angelus smirked, still petting the redhead but realizing he’d have to comfort the brunette before he was sick.
“No not that, he’s merely saying his goodbye’s. Says she was a right lady to him and that she should be told about her daughter and then given a classy death.” Color returned to Xander’s face now he flushed with anger the blood rising to the skin as he thought about the implications of Spike having his chip out.
“You’ve been playing with us all along you made sure we knew you were up and about and sent us to L.A. God you bastard...” Willow moved out of the way as he lunged for the master vampire hitting the broad chest he pushed Angelus onto the ground and wrestled with him trying to plunge a stake into his heart strength coming from unnamed sources as the darkness also battled their cages knowing that the stake through the heart might allow them out or Angelus taking the clueless goody-two shoes under his wing could do the same. Xander may have succeeded in killing Angelus but was distracted by a painful shriek from the slayer. “XAAAAANNNDER!” Darkness overwhelmed him as Angelus smashed his head into a tombstone.
Wesley had been moved to a larger room this morning, or evening he could not tell since he had not seen a window or clock since Angelus’ reappearance. However he had wondered about the change in accommodation, it was not like this new room was much different from the old. There was a large king sized bed with silk sheets and elaborate headboards there were also two chairs and a couch. A bathroom to the side of the bed with full bath and shower and a mirror but nothing else special, there were two toothbrushes and two electric razors and that seemed strange. Or it did until the minions had brought in Xander Harris and chained him to the same ring Wesley was now attached to. In retrospect being chained to the floor seemed a lot more comfortable then being chained to the bed, maybe it was just the connotations of being chained to a bed that disturbed him. Before he allowed his mind to wander off on this tangent Wesley looked Xander over again wondering why Angelus had captured them both.
When the minions had brought him in they had laid him on the cough before chaining him up so the black of Xander’s hair nicely contrasted with the red leather couch. His clothes were not quite as luminescent and garish as Wes remembered but still pretty ugly. Underneath though he could tell that Xander had filled out some becoming more man and less boy, his hair was longer curling and falling slightly over his face. Leaning forward Wesley brushed one stray curl away a warmth trickling up his fingers from the brief contact with the young man. Flinching back he tried to rationalize it as being left alone for too long but he knew the truth. Even when he had been in Sunnydale Xander had fascinated him, part of the reason he had taken up with Cordelia actually, the non-stop babble making him seem so cute and worry free even as his eyes told you he wasn’t. If it had not been for that huge stick up Wesley’s ass he might have made a move on him, the ex-watcher thought with a grin.
On the couch Xander moaned and moved slightly bringing himself to wakefulness only to wish he had stayed asleep. The ache in his head reminded him of how he had achieved unconsciousness anyway and the leather under his cheek was not conducive to proper thinking. “Mr. Harris are you awake?” Came a startlingly proper Brit voice, a voice Xander had not heard in a while.
“Wesley?” Startled Xander shot up in his seat only to remember why moving was a bad idea. “Oh god my head, and Wes, are there two of you?” The formerly uptight man smiled slightly and shook his head.
“No Mr. Harris, one of me is enough for everyone I think. Are you quite all right?” Xander was staring at him oddly mouth flopping open like a dead fish. Finally he wheezed out, “You made a joke.” A statement that startled Wesley, oh he had not quite been in the habit of making jokes back in Sunnydale.
“You will hopefully find that I am a most amusing person. When not incarcerated by brooding sadists.” Shaking his ankle to illustrate the chain he watched as the young man noticed his own manacle. “Angelus seems to want something from us. I was hoping you could possibly shed some light on that Mr. Harris.” Groaning Xander once again laid back on the couch stretching this time and unknowingly giving Wesley a glimpse of his golden wash-board stomach.
“Please, call me Xander. Mr. Harris is my father and since we’re locked in the same room together we might as well be informal. Nope not got any idea what Angelus wants, except that I’m an evil, evil person who seems to be a demon magnet.” This last bit was said with complete and total sincerity something that Wesley marveled at since it was a joke, right?
“Mr.- Xander, maybe you could explain what you meant by that last statement.” Sighing Xander began to tell him about the M’nut-A-min demon, leaving out the part about his various possessions.
“My.Word.”
Giles sighed and washed the last of his dishes putting them away while he waited for any news from Buffy or Xander about last nights patrol. Neither had called him today but he figured that Buffy had continued to go to classes and did not know whether Xander was sleeping or hiding from him again. Walking to his study he passed the door of his bedroom and noticed roses. Red roses littered around the edge of his door and by the scent of it obviously inside. Throwing open his door he was not confronted with the scene of Buffy, Xander, Willow, or Joyce laying on his bed but of a box. A fairly plain slightly small box, but covered generously with petals so obviously Angelus had a message for him. Moving his way inside the room cautiously he wondered when Angelus had time to bring the box inside. Pulling out his cross he kept it in easy reach as he opened the potentially lethal box and was confronted with Jenny.
A picture of Jenny lying in death upon his bed, drawn skillfully by Angelus’ large hands brought back the memory as if it was yesterday and Giles might have been overcome if he had not realized that there were more pictures in the box then Jenny. Moving the top picture aside he was confronted with Cordelia’s mutilated corpse and realized why Xander had been looking so lost when he came back form L.A. He had never really liked the cheerleader but to see her so, literarily, torn up was sickening. Putting that one aside as well he was faced with a picture of a game faced Drusilla and then closely followed by a picture of Spike draining a victim. He could tell they were both new, meaning Spike had his chip deactivated and Drusilla had rejoined her Daddy. Becoming more hopeless he had to bite back a sob when confronted with a drawing of Willow feeding off some poor chap. The girl had become like a daughter to him, possibly closer to him then Buffy was with her high and mighty attitude and with Willow’s love for research and magic. Moving it he saw a picture of Willow, Drusilla and Spike all curled up in a bed in an obvious post-coital movement the sheet covering them managing to hide nothing from Angelus’ skillful fingers. A picture, obviously very new since it could not have been drawn before last night showed Buffy chained to a wall leaking blood from several puncture holes on her neck bruises decorating her skin and a dull lifeless look in her eyes.
Silent tears leaking down his face Giles set this one aside with the others as well and faced the bottom of the box. Angelus had turned over the last few sketches so the blank side was facing up, obviously knowing Giles would be anticipating this moment. Picking up the last picture he was faced with the sight of Wesley chained to a bed in a small room, quite obviously asleep. His eyelashes cast shadows across his cheeks and his mouth was slightly open as his fingers curled around the sheet. Angelus had Wesley captured? For what reason? His mind flashing to all the knowledge Wesley Windham-Pryce was sure to have learned as a Watcher and the magic he would be able to accomplish Giles turned his mind to the next picture in the box. Flipping it over Giles was faced with an unconscious Xander sprawled in a cemetery tombstones lying around him. He doubted Xander was dead there was no obvious sign of it and Angelus would have been sure to make it obvious.
Xander was alive too? And unharmed what was Angelus playing at?
Behind him he heard a noise, small barely noticeable but he whirled his cross coming up defensively only to be knocked out of his hand by Spike. “Little jumpy ain’t’cha watcher?” Spike commented before descending on dinner. Teach him to chain William the Bloody in a soddin’ bath tub.
