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kat8chaTitle: Born in the Right Century
Pairing: Now that would be telling wouldn't it? ~giggle~ Spike/Xander predominant with slight Aus/X, Dru/X, Darla/X, Willow/X(UST) and other relationships yet to be decided.
Rating: Right now? PG-13. Later, er... maybe R/NC-17
Author's Notes: This chappie was fun to write, though it took me a bit. I was not terribly sure if there *would* be hedge mazes at a Victorian party but I thought 'whateveh' and threw it in. I *like* mazes.
Xander had not been stupid enough to walk home. While it would usually have been safe, on such a fine night and with such a short distance right after running into the Scourge of Europe? And after *deliberately* insulting one of them? He’d get a faster death stepping in front of a moving carriage. So he had hired a taxi and that was how he managed to get to his front door without incident. Spike didn’t know where he lived right now but would probably know soon. After all the Scourge of Europe wouldn’t have survived if they had not all been charming. “Grr.” Xander mumbled as he locked his door. “Stupid vampires, stupid Harris luck. I just had to land in the same century didn’t I? This is the right century for me? So I’m *supposed* to die a gruesome death at their hands? Well thank you very much bastard world, if I’d known that I’d have made it easier on the fates and jumped into Angel’s bed myself.” Pulling his nightshirt on Xander blew out the candle and slipped into his sheets. “Stupid William.” He muttered before he fell asleep.
As young Mr. Harris closed up his shop Angelus could not help wondering if the boy was not a smidge touched in the head. He seemed so very out of place with their time. Oh ay, you wouldna see it if you had not spent a great deal of time watching humanity swarm and change but the boy… he seemed both in tune and out of tune with his environment. There were times where he got home and his accent, verbal choices and all that changed and his movements too. While alone he shuffled and occasionally did odd dance moves while humming to himself and made strange shuffling noises that sounded like fighting but weren’t, but in the public’s eye he was the straight laced Victorian gentleman, albeit of a family with a less then well-to-do family; this he knew from listening to Mr. Harris grumble about their finances and his families way of life.
Nevertheless Angelus liked following Alexander. There was something about him, a spark, which appealed to the dark vampire. He could be a killer, a good killer, and a worthy childe. Since Drusilla seemed intent on making sure they turned him and William was becoming increasingly obsessed with the boy and even Darla was taking an interest in his case… A new childe would undoubtedly be appearing in the Aurelius line soon, and he would make even the Master proud.
Xander was at yet another soiree, this time one held by a partner in one of his families businesses. It was held in their garden with lights hanging all around and several people commented on just how lovely the party was and then began to wander through the large hedge maze that Mister Halloway and his family had set up. Xander was right now wandering around there with his drink and avoiding all the various other people wandering through the maze, especially the closely chattering couples. No one was making out in it, like they would in his time, but there was a definite intimacy in the way they acted towards each other. Suddenly Xander heard soft whimpers and definitely those of the not-good kind. Pulling out his stake, for whatever good it would do, Xander turned into a secluded alcove...
And found a vampire making a snack out of someone. Xander stilled for a second not having actually expected a vampire before moving into action. The vamp would have heard his heartbeat right now but it was best to act quickly… Pulling back he lunged the stake forward, and was halted by a large hand encircling his wrist and stopping it a few inches from the creature’s back. Xander knew without looking that it was Angelus just because his karma really *was* that bad. The minion finished his meal and turned to find a master vampire holding a would-be vampire slayer right behind him and the creature’s game face faded off from shock.
“Git gone with ya, Haden. And make sure no one sees you like tha’.” Angelus growled and the minion was gone leaving Xander standing over the body of the drained young woman (Miss Rufina Marrin of the Westchester Marrin’s) and someone who would very probably kill him right now. Xander found himself spun so that his back was pressed against the hedge on the opposite side from the girl with Angelus now blocking his view. “What’s this boy?” Angelus asked, shaking the stake loose from a hand fast becoming numb from the tight hold Angelus had on his wrist, Angelus grabbed the stake and dropped his hand now shaking the sharpened wood in front of his face. Xander tried hard to fade back into the hedge. “Do you know how to use this boy? Answer me!”
Let’s see, thought Xander as he stared into flashing gold eyes, how best to put this. I’ve spent the last three years of my life fighting alongside the slayer in the late 1990’s, a slayer who kept you like a whipped puppy dog at her side except for that brief time table where you went ape-shit, but I’ve also spent the last 3 years here in the 1800’s because I made a wish and now I exist here and not there and so technically I’ve never fought alongside the slayer…
“Yes I know how to use a stake. *Angelus*.” Xander stated with such utter venom in his voice that the dark vampire now had his hands wrapped around Xander’s throat and were lifting him slightly, allowing him to choke a little. But Xander didn’t scrabble at the hold, merely grabbed the wrists and tried to keep himself from dieing. Angelus smirked at this.
“You’ve got spirit boy, I’ll give ya tha’. But you’d best be learning respect.” Angelus dropped him and Xander fell unceremoniously to the ground. Catching his breath some part of him realized that he could not possibly return to the party looking like he did. He knew his hair was mussed and his clothes would have dirt and grass on them no matter how thoroughly he tried to get it off and his cheeks would be flushed and Xander was terrible at doing his necktie unless he had a mirror… And some other part of him realized he might not be making it back to the party.
“Angelus! There you are!” Darla called happily as she entered the alcove. She looked down on the fallen human grinned predatorily. A look most suited to the former whore’s features. “And this must be William’s young Alexander. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“How do you do ma’am.” Xander rasped, his throat a little sore from the near strangling but nowhere near as bad as when Faith had done it. Angelus obviously had not even been trying.
“Oh, polite. I like that in a man.” Darla cooed as she ran her hand up and down Angelus’ arm. She looked picture perfect as always not even a speck of blood on her lips or dress, and her hair was piled atop her head in the precarious looking way of the age but Xander knew that she could wrestle strong men to the ground and not get a hair out of place. Angelus too looked untouched, his clothes untouched by dirt or grass and his hair… well nothing could be done about his hair but *still*.
“Do all vampires have to be so bloody perfect?” He grumbled to himself, obviously the few brain cells that regulated his mouth having died from Angelus’ attempts to teach him ‘respect’. Darla laughed in surprise and Angelus smirked as he held up the stake.
“Our young fellow, dear one, seems to be an amateur demon hunter.” Darla’s eyes widened and she gave Xander a closer up and down look. He had not moved, seeing as Angelus and Darla were both watching him even if they were speaking to each other. Couldn’t get away yet but the brunette had learned patience. Victorian England could be so slow sometimes.
“He’s not a *watcher* is he?” Darla asked, disgust evident in her voice and the sneer that marred her visage, as she looked Xander over again. The young man straightened up and glared at the two vampires.
“I resent that! Do I *look* like a stuffy good for nothing who swills tea and orders people about?” Okay, so there were good watchers out there Xander knew that, Giles was a perfect example, but other then him all the other watchers were tweedy assholes that had sticks up their asses the size of redwoods.
Angelus chuckled darkly. “It seems Darla, that he must have met some watchers in his day.” Darla smiled at him and nodded, taking her attention off of Xander for a second.
The young man bolted.
Xander cursed. He was well and truly lost and there did not seem to be anyone wandering the maze anymore. After running from Darla and Angelus he had struggled to lose them both and succeeded in losing himself too. He could not shout for help for fear that any of the Scourge of Europe would find him first. Deciding the best course of action was to keep his hand on the hedge and walk until the hedge ran out Xander proceeded to do exactly that. Until a hand reached out from an alcove and yanked him in. Spotting the body of the girl from before Xander realized he had wandered in one big circle and now probably had no hope of getting out. Williams’s baby blues stared at him from not too far away and Xander thought ‘fuck it’ before throwing himself into the fight.
William was stronger then Xander, and faster but Xander fought dirty and pretty soon had managed to haul out his cross and burn William’s flesh. Still William managed to grab it away and flung it over the hedge wall while holding Xander down by one shoulder, his legs pinned under William’s and his wrists held high above his head by William’s remaining hand. As soon as Xander’s struggles subsided William grinned at him in a Spike-ish manner. “Interesting position Alexandrite.”
“Mr. Bradshaw…” The vampire’s hand moved faster then a striking serpent and soon William grasped Xander’s jaw and *squeezed* tightly enough to make his jaw creak.
“It’s Brad*ford* dammit and you fuckin *know* that.” William spat at him, eyes blazing angrily with an undercurrent of hurt. “And I’m pretty sure we’re on first names basis now. Alexander.” Xander hissed as William pressed rather obvious evidence of how much he had enjoyed the fight into Xander’s stomach. He knew squirming would only excite the vampire but if he could just get his hands free…
William chuckled at the man’s movements and the knowledge that shown from the other’s eyes. Alexander, you really are a treasure aren’t you? He thought to himself. The brunet had been his only friend at school and they had shared a love for poetry, he was the only person besides Cecily William had ever shown his poems to. Now that William had shirked the morals of Victorian society for the life of a vampire he could freely admit that his human self had had a crush on the other man. Alexander had given him the basis for his lust of anything with brown hair and deep brown eyes, leading him on the merry path to hell.
“Oh Alexander, as much fun as it would be to finish this here…” William stated smiling that weird smile that made Xander’s stomach flip. “I’m afraid we must be going.” And then William was at his throat and Xander braced himself for the pain. It was sharp and sudden, like the flash of steel through skin, but the process of *drinking* the blood was slow. And dirty, and sexy and so wrong, and felt horrible but made some sort of primal!Xander voice go ‘yoo hoo’. As the darkness bloomed in his vision Xander worried that William might actually turn him and then unconsciousness closed over him and he was gone.
Pairing: Now that would be telling wouldn't it? ~giggle~ Spike/Xander predominant with slight Aus/X, Dru/X, Darla/X, Willow/X(UST) and other relationships yet to be decided.
Rating: Right now? PG-13. Later, er... maybe R/NC-17
Author's Notes: This chappie was fun to write, though it took me a bit. I was not terribly sure if there *would* be hedge mazes at a Victorian party but I thought 'whateveh' and threw it in. I *like* mazes.
Xander had not been stupid enough to walk home. While it would usually have been safe, on such a fine night and with such a short distance right after running into the Scourge of Europe? And after *deliberately* insulting one of them? He’d get a faster death stepping in front of a moving carriage. So he had hired a taxi and that was how he managed to get to his front door without incident. Spike didn’t know where he lived right now but would probably know soon. After all the Scourge of Europe wouldn’t have survived if they had not all been charming. “Grr.” Xander mumbled as he locked his door. “Stupid vampires, stupid Harris luck. I just had to land in the same century didn’t I? This is the right century for me? So I’m *supposed* to die a gruesome death at their hands? Well thank you very much bastard world, if I’d known that I’d have made it easier on the fates and jumped into Angel’s bed myself.” Pulling his nightshirt on Xander blew out the candle and slipped into his sheets. “Stupid William.” He muttered before he fell asleep.
As young Mr. Harris closed up his shop Angelus could not help wondering if the boy was not a smidge touched in the head. He seemed so very out of place with their time. Oh ay, you wouldna see it if you had not spent a great deal of time watching humanity swarm and change but the boy… he seemed both in tune and out of tune with his environment. There were times where he got home and his accent, verbal choices and all that changed and his movements too. While alone he shuffled and occasionally did odd dance moves while humming to himself and made strange shuffling noises that sounded like fighting but weren’t, but in the public’s eye he was the straight laced Victorian gentleman, albeit of a family with a less then well-to-do family; this he knew from listening to Mr. Harris grumble about their finances and his families way of life.
Nevertheless Angelus liked following Alexander. There was something about him, a spark, which appealed to the dark vampire. He could be a killer, a good killer, and a worthy childe. Since Drusilla seemed intent on making sure they turned him and William was becoming increasingly obsessed with the boy and even Darla was taking an interest in his case… A new childe would undoubtedly be appearing in the Aurelius line soon, and he would make even the Master proud.
Xander was at yet another soiree, this time one held by a partner in one of his families businesses. It was held in their garden with lights hanging all around and several people commented on just how lovely the party was and then began to wander through the large hedge maze that Mister Halloway and his family had set up. Xander was right now wandering around there with his drink and avoiding all the various other people wandering through the maze, especially the closely chattering couples. No one was making out in it, like they would in his time, but there was a definite intimacy in the way they acted towards each other. Suddenly Xander heard soft whimpers and definitely those of the not-good kind. Pulling out his stake, for whatever good it would do, Xander turned into a secluded alcove...
And found a vampire making a snack out of someone. Xander stilled for a second not having actually expected a vampire before moving into action. The vamp would have heard his heartbeat right now but it was best to act quickly… Pulling back he lunged the stake forward, and was halted by a large hand encircling his wrist and stopping it a few inches from the creature’s back. Xander knew without looking that it was Angelus just because his karma really *was* that bad. The minion finished his meal and turned to find a master vampire holding a would-be vampire slayer right behind him and the creature’s game face faded off from shock.
“Git gone with ya, Haden. And make sure no one sees you like tha’.” Angelus growled and the minion was gone leaving Xander standing over the body of the drained young woman (Miss Rufina Marrin of the Westchester Marrin’s) and someone who would very probably kill him right now. Xander found himself spun so that his back was pressed against the hedge on the opposite side from the girl with Angelus now blocking his view. “What’s this boy?” Angelus asked, shaking the stake loose from a hand fast becoming numb from the tight hold Angelus had on his wrist, Angelus grabbed the stake and dropped his hand now shaking the sharpened wood in front of his face. Xander tried hard to fade back into the hedge. “Do you know how to use this boy? Answer me!”
Let’s see, thought Xander as he stared into flashing gold eyes, how best to put this. I’ve spent the last three years of my life fighting alongside the slayer in the late 1990’s, a slayer who kept you like a whipped puppy dog at her side except for that brief time table where you went ape-shit, but I’ve also spent the last 3 years here in the 1800’s because I made a wish and now I exist here and not there and so technically I’ve never fought alongside the slayer…
“Yes I know how to use a stake. *Angelus*.” Xander stated with such utter venom in his voice that the dark vampire now had his hands wrapped around Xander’s throat and were lifting him slightly, allowing him to choke a little. But Xander didn’t scrabble at the hold, merely grabbed the wrists and tried to keep himself from dieing. Angelus smirked at this.
“You’ve got spirit boy, I’ll give ya tha’. But you’d best be learning respect.” Angelus dropped him and Xander fell unceremoniously to the ground. Catching his breath some part of him realized that he could not possibly return to the party looking like he did. He knew his hair was mussed and his clothes would have dirt and grass on them no matter how thoroughly he tried to get it off and his cheeks would be flushed and Xander was terrible at doing his necktie unless he had a mirror… And some other part of him realized he might not be making it back to the party.
“Angelus! There you are!” Darla called happily as she entered the alcove. She looked down on the fallen human grinned predatorily. A look most suited to the former whore’s features. “And this must be William’s young Alexander. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“How do you do ma’am.” Xander rasped, his throat a little sore from the near strangling but nowhere near as bad as when Faith had done it. Angelus obviously had not even been trying.
“Oh, polite. I like that in a man.” Darla cooed as she ran her hand up and down Angelus’ arm. She looked picture perfect as always not even a speck of blood on her lips or dress, and her hair was piled atop her head in the precarious looking way of the age but Xander knew that she could wrestle strong men to the ground and not get a hair out of place. Angelus too looked untouched, his clothes untouched by dirt or grass and his hair… well nothing could be done about his hair but *still*.
“Do all vampires have to be so bloody perfect?” He grumbled to himself, obviously the few brain cells that regulated his mouth having died from Angelus’ attempts to teach him ‘respect’. Darla laughed in surprise and Angelus smirked as he held up the stake.
“Our young fellow, dear one, seems to be an amateur demon hunter.” Darla’s eyes widened and she gave Xander a closer up and down look. He had not moved, seeing as Angelus and Darla were both watching him even if they were speaking to each other. Couldn’t get away yet but the brunette had learned patience. Victorian England could be so slow sometimes.
“He’s not a *watcher* is he?” Darla asked, disgust evident in her voice and the sneer that marred her visage, as she looked Xander over again. The young man straightened up and glared at the two vampires.
“I resent that! Do I *look* like a stuffy good for nothing who swills tea and orders people about?” Okay, so there were good watchers out there Xander knew that, Giles was a perfect example, but other then him all the other watchers were tweedy assholes that had sticks up their asses the size of redwoods.
Angelus chuckled darkly. “It seems Darla, that he must have met some watchers in his day.” Darla smiled at him and nodded, taking her attention off of Xander for a second.
The young man bolted.
Xander cursed. He was well and truly lost and there did not seem to be anyone wandering the maze anymore. After running from Darla and Angelus he had struggled to lose them both and succeeded in losing himself too. He could not shout for help for fear that any of the Scourge of Europe would find him first. Deciding the best course of action was to keep his hand on the hedge and walk until the hedge ran out Xander proceeded to do exactly that. Until a hand reached out from an alcove and yanked him in. Spotting the body of the girl from before Xander realized he had wandered in one big circle and now probably had no hope of getting out. Williams’s baby blues stared at him from not too far away and Xander thought ‘fuck it’ before throwing himself into the fight.
William was stronger then Xander, and faster but Xander fought dirty and pretty soon had managed to haul out his cross and burn William’s flesh. Still William managed to grab it away and flung it over the hedge wall while holding Xander down by one shoulder, his legs pinned under William’s and his wrists held high above his head by William’s remaining hand. As soon as Xander’s struggles subsided William grinned at him in a Spike-ish manner. “Interesting position Alexandrite.”
“Mr. Bradshaw…” The vampire’s hand moved faster then a striking serpent and soon William grasped Xander’s jaw and *squeezed* tightly enough to make his jaw creak.
“It’s Brad*ford* dammit and you fuckin *know* that.” William spat at him, eyes blazing angrily with an undercurrent of hurt. “And I’m pretty sure we’re on first names basis now. Alexander.” Xander hissed as William pressed rather obvious evidence of how much he had enjoyed the fight into Xander’s stomach. He knew squirming would only excite the vampire but if he could just get his hands free…
William chuckled at the man’s movements and the knowledge that shown from the other’s eyes. Alexander, you really are a treasure aren’t you? He thought to himself. The brunet had been his only friend at school and they had shared a love for poetry, he was the only person besides Cecily William had ever shown his poems to. Now that William had shirked the morals of Victorian society for the life of a vampire he could freely admit that his human self had had a crush on the other man. Alexander had given him the basis for his lust of anything with brown hair and deep brown eyes, leading him on the merry path to hell.
“Oh Alexander, as much fun as it would be to finish this here…” William stated smiling that weird smile that made Xander’s stomach flip. “I’m afraid we must be going.” And then William was at his throat and Xander braced himself for the pain. It was sharp and sudden, like the flash of steel through skin, but the process of *drinking* the blood was slow. And dirty, and sexy and so wrong, and felt horrible but made some sort of primal!Xander voice go ‘yoo hoo’. As the darkness bloomed in his vision Xander worried that William might actually turn him and then unconsciousness closed over him and he was gone.
