Born in the Rich Century 6/?
Apr. 20th, 2005 03:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
(That was for Luna)
Alexander smiles to himself as he lugs the gypsy girls body back to her people. He had figured, hey what the hell, and Angelus had thought the idea had merit. It may not have been the elaborate setups he and Angelus were famous for but upsetting the Roms could prove for a bit of entertainment. Of course, part of his mind kept telling him to drop the girl and run but Alexander had grown used to ignoring that part of himself.
It’s as he stumbles out of the trees to drop the girl and feels a burning pain in his chest that the puppy dog eyed vampire realizes he *really* should have listened to that voice. After all, finding yourself the center of attention of a group of chanting Romanians? Not a good thing.
Knees collapsing under him Alexander looks up into the angered face of the man who is undoubtedly the clans leader. He feels wave upon wave of guilt and agony rushing through his body, all radiating from his chest. The clan leader holds in his hand a glass orb that is starting to look *really* familiar to Alexander.
Images flash through him, 19 years being re-crammed back into his head in a few seconds, not to mention massive amounts of guilt at everything he had done once turned. A scream was ripped from the vampires throat as he fought to deal with the pain. “Stop. Stop, please…” Alexander sobbed out as he collapsed to the ground next to the body of the dead girl one hand clutching his heart the other cradling his head.
“You deserve it *vampire*.” The clan leader hissed. “You killed our most favored child. You’ve tortured, raped, and *eaten* how many humans? You *deserve* all the pain we can give you.” Alexander shudders once, twice, and blacks out.
Angelus begins to worry when his youngest childe does not return to their newest hideout. It should not take too long to have dropped the girl off, even if Alexander had decided to get artistic. His worry increases when Drusilla screams, falling to the floor and beginning to thrash as she deals with a vision.
“Daddy! Daddy! The kitten! No! It burns Daddy! The white dove flew into his chest and now the panther is caged! The future and his past are back Daddy! He remembers! Alexander remembers!” Drusilla laughs, even as her body threatens to break, even as the minions stumble away in horror and anything within reach is shattered. “It’s more Daddy! Much more! Kitten has power now! Too bright! Too bright! Kitten can see Daddy! Alexander is once again the One Who Sees!”
Angelus raced to the gypsy encampment but found no trace of either Roms or his childe, and the link between the two was suspiciously blank. Angelus could neither follow it nor get Alexander to contact him through it. Any attempt to find out information on his missing childe by magic or other means proved useless, as it appeared his child had vanished off the face of the earth. The Scourge began to drift apart, William spending more time with Drusilla in order to touch what was left of Alexander, Darla secluding herself, becoming aloof and cold even to Angelus. For his part the Irish vampire became more sadistic, angrier in his kills. The fame of the Scourge of Europe increased even as the Scourge itself began to decline.
It was two years before any of the Scourge would see Alexander again but months before that rumors had already begun circling. Rumors of someone who knew things about demons and the demonic and was selling it out to the good guys.
Rumors about ‘Unus Quisnam Animadverto’*.
The ‘One Who Sees’.
It’s the Boxer Rebellion and Xander looks around nervously. There was fighting all over the place! As he nervously hunched up in his obviously English clothes the vampire was surprised he had not been attacked. He was still perfecting his ‘broody melt to shadows’ hero thing but he was getting better at it. And he did not brood as Angel had when Xander had first met him plus with the regain of his memories and his soul he had definitely kept his morbid sense of humor.
Smirk, morbid.
He had also gained more ‘visions’ that had nothing to do with his memories, and the strangest overpowering urge to study. So study he had. Xander had buckled down on his book skills, learning every language he could- the ability to read it at least, and even though he had *no* ability with magic he had learned as much about it as he could.
And at some point he had remembered that Spike had killed his first Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion in 1900 and… well the vision he got had kinda mde him leave his hideout in Siberia. Hey, say what you will, the nights there were certainly longer! And that definitely benefited his vampiric nature. Really cold though.
As he hurried through the riots and the chaos that was running rampant through the streets Xander watched his feet more and more as he followed the distinctive threads of his consciousness connected to his family. Another thing that had come with the soul not only could he feel, and thankfully block, his sire bond but he felt all the Master Vampire’s of the line of Aurelius even distantly the Master tugged at his thoughts. Xander had gotten *really* good at ignoring these annoyances.
Now however he was focusing hard on the bond that tied him to William, to the exclusion of all else. Tonight Will would try to take his first slayer, and if Xander didn’t get there first. He would succeed.
Xander walked faster.
*(The Latin’s a little rough. I kinda don’t take it so the translation is iffy at best.)
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: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
(That was for Luna)
Alexander smiles to himself as he lugs the gypsy girls body back to her people. He had figured, hey what the hell, and Angelus had thought the idea had merit. It may not have been the elaborate setups he and Angelus were famous for but upsetting the Roms could prove for a bit of entertainment. Of course, part of his mind kept telling him to drop the girl and run but Alexander had grown used to ignoring that part of himself.
It’s as he stumbles out of the trees to drop the girl and feels a burning pain in his chest that the puppy dog eyed vampire realizes he *really* should have listened to that voice. After all, finding yourself the center of attention of a group of chanting Romanians? Not a good thing.
Knees collapsing under him Alexander looks up into the angered face of the man who is undoubtedly the clans leader. He feels wave upon wave of guilt and agony rushing through his body, all radiating from his chest. The clan leader holds in his hand a glass orb that is starting to look *really* familiar to Alexander.
Images flash through him, 19 years being re-crammed back into his head in a few seconds, not to mention massive amounts of guilt at everything he had done once turned. A scream was ripped from the vampires throat as he fought to deal with the pain. “Stop. Stop, please…” Alexander sobbed out as he collapsed to the ground next to the body of the dead girl one hand clutching his heart the other cradling his head.
“You deserve it *vampire*.” The clan leader hissed. “You killed our most favored child. You’ve tortured, raped, and *eaten* how many humans? You *deserve* all the pain we can give you.” Alexander shudders once, twice, and blacks out.
Angelus begins to worry when his youngest childe does not return to their newest hideout. It should not take too long to have dropped the girl off, even if Alexander had decided to get artistic. His worry increases when Drusilla screams, falling to the floor and beginning to thrash as she deals with a vision.
“Daddy! Daddy! The kitten! No! It burns Daddy! The white dove flew into his chest and now the panther is caged! The future and his past are back Daddy! He remembers! Alexander remembers!” Drusilla laughs, even as her body threatens to break, even as the minions stumble away in horror and anything within reach is shattered. “It’s more Daddy! Much more! Kitten has power now! Too bright! Too bright! Kitten can see Daddy! Alexander is once again the One Who Sees!”
Angelus raced to the gypsy encampment but found no trace of either Roms or his childe, and the link between the two was suspiciously blank. Angelus could neither follow it nor get Alexander to contact him through it. Any attempt to find out information on his missing childe by magic or other means proved useless, as it appeared his child had vanished off the face of the earth. The Scourge began to drift apart, William spending more time with Drusilla in order to touch what was left of Alexander, Darla secluding herself, becoming aloof and cold even to Angelus. For his part the Irish vampire became more sadistic, angrier in his kills. The fame of the Scourge of Europe increased even as the Scourge itself began to decline.
It was two years before any of the Scourge would see Alexander again but months before that rumors had already begun circling. Rumors of someone who knew things about demons and the demonic and was selling it out to the good guys.
Rumors about ‘Unus Quisnam Animadverto’*.
The ‘One Who Sees’.
It’s the Boxer Rebellion and Xander looks around nervously. There was fighting all over the place! As he nervously hunched up in his obviously English clothes the vampire was surprised he had not been attacked. He was still perfecting his ‘broody melt to shadows’ hero thing but he was getting better at it. And he did not brood as Angel had when Xander had first met him plus with the regain of his memories and his soul he had definitely kept his morbid sense of humor.
Smirk, morbid.
He had also gained more ‘visions’ that had nothing to do with his memories, and the strangest overpowering urge to study. So study he had. Xander had buckled down on his book skills, learning every language he could- the ability to read it at least, and even though he had *no* ability with magic he had learned as much about it as he could.
And at some point he had remembered that Spike had killed his first Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion in 1900 and… well the vision he got had kinda mde him leave his hideout in Siberia. Hey, say what you will, the nights there were certainly longer! And that definitely benefited his vampiric nature. Really cold though.
As he hurried through the riots and the chaos that was running rampant through the streets Xander watched his feet more and more as he followed the distinctive threads of his consciousness connected to his family. Another thing that had come with the soul not only could he feel, and thankfully block, his sire bond but he felt all the Master Vampire’s of the line of Aurelius even distantly the Master tugged at his thoughts. Xander had gotten *really* good at ignoring these annoyances.
Now however he was focusing hard on the bond that tied him to William, to the exclusion of all else. Tonight Will would try to take his first slayer, and if Xander didn’t get there first. He would succeed.
Xander walked faster.
*(The Latin’s a little rough. I kinda don’t take it so the translation is iffy at best.)
