Born in the Right Century 8
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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: ~sigh~ Sorry it took me so long. I had a while to plan this and just never got around to it. Luna poked me though so I sat myself down and wrote it. Warning- some dialoge borrowed from 'Welcome to the Hellmouth'
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A blonde girl dressed in a trendy outfit is walking down a street in Sunnydale, CA. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, but she’s the Slayer. The enemy of all vampire kind and the town she’s living in is a hotbed for demonic trouble. Xander knows this, he knows all about Buffy, including just how whiny she was when they first met; when she didn’t want to *be* the vampire slayer, and how bitchy she got after her death.
She knows he’s here, Xander knows she knows and watched her duck into an alley to ambush him. Shrugging his shoulders under the heavy leather jacket Xander follows her in, prepared to fight. She’s nowhere to be seen but the brunet vampire knows she’s here, he also knows she won’t be able to sense he’s a vampire quite yet since she hadn’t trained up those vampire hunting skills. Walking further into the alley he smirks to himself, her heartbeat is above him and he’s gonna be right under here right about… now
Buffy swings down from the bar she was holding onto, kicking the stranger in the back and knocking him to the ground. She places a foot on his chest and internally smiles, she had forgotten how good fighting felt.
“Ah, heh. Is there a problem ma’am?” Damn, he’d forgotten how strong she was, and even if he wasn’t as weak as Angel had been when he first arrived that kick still hurt!
“Yeah there is a problem! Why are you following me?” Buffy flicks some hair behind her ear and waits, watching the suspicious man as he gives her a goofy smile.
“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” Much, he added to himself giving Buffy the patented Xander Harris grin. She does not look terribly convinced but she steps off of him and moves away. Xander stands and brushes himself off not quite missing the admiring once over she gives him. Great, *now* she’s attracted to him. Juuuuust peachy. Suddenly he checks their heights. “Huh, thought you’d be taller.”
“What do you want?” She asked, feeling very confused by this strange guy. He seemed to know her and… there was some niggling sense that they had met before.
“The same thing as you.” Buffy let down her hands, relaxing her stance and Xander fought back a wince. Too trusting, so very, very young and naïve.
He felt incredibly guilty.
“Okay, what do I want?”
“To stop them. To stop them all.” Not to kill, because Xander did not *want* to kill some of the vampires, and other demons just needed to be taught a lesson not annihilated. Buffy smirks at him and does that hair flip thing again. Gods that’s gonna get on his nerves.
“Sorry, that's incorrect. But you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of Turtle Wax. What I want is to be left alone!” She’s walking away from him and Xander fights down the urge to take a deep breath that he doesn’t need. He wonders if she was this difficult for Angel to deal with.
“Do you really think that's an option anymore? You're standing at
the Mouth of Hell. And it's about to open.” Xander really hates to do this to her, but she has to know the truth, has to feel the urgency and above all *must* trust him. Otherwise there is nothing he can do to save her. She’s looking at him wide-eyed and this time Xander does take a deep breath, and then reaches into his pocket for the small box and the object he had so lovingly created. It had hurt, but he had wanted Buffy to be protected by something he had made not by a bought cross. “Don't turn your back on this. You've gotta be ready.” He tosses her the box and she catches it, once more giving him suspicious eyes.
“What for?” Buffy asks and Xander really doesn’t want to pull the cryptic guy routine but they aren’t ready for the full truth yet, they have to work for it.
“For the Harvest.”
“Who are you?” She questions, awe and youth in her voice and Xander wants to tell her. Wants to tell her so badly what and who he really is.
“Let's just say... I'm a friend.” Xander turns his back on her, knowing it might not be the smartest decision to make and begins to walk away.
“Yeah, well, maybe I don't want a friend.” Great, belligerence, he had really pissed her off with the cryptic routine apparently. Not surprising, he was kinda pissing himself off.
“I didn't say I was yours. If you ask your watcher tell him to look up Unus Quisnam Animadverto. I should be in his books.” And then he’s gone, having managed to pull off the disappearing act *without* bumping into anything this tim. He knows that Buffy will open the box any minute now and pull out the handmade, delicate but made of strong hardwood wooden cross. The cross that could double as a stake in time of need, since Xander had added an extra point at the end. Sighing to himself Xander headed towards the cemetery, hoping that Buffy would trust him when she ran into him later as he tried to save his old friend Jesse.
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: ~sigh~ Sorry it took me so long. I had a while to plan this and just never got around to it. Luna poked me though so I sat myself down and wrote it. Warning- some dialoge borrowed from 'Welcome to the Hellmouth'
Previous- http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=kat8cha&keyword=Born+in+the+Right+Century&filter=all
A blonde girl dressed in a trendy outfit is walking down a street in Sunnydale, CA. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, but she’s the Slayer. The enemy of all vampire kind and the town she’s living in is a hotbed for demonic trouble. Xander knows this, he knows all about Buffy, including just how whiny she was when they first met; when she didn’t want to *be* the vampire slayer, and how bitchy she got after her death.
She knows he’s here, Xander knows she knows and watched her duck into an alley to ambush him. Shrugging his shoulders under the heavy leather jacket Xander follows her in, prepared to fight. She’s nowhere to be seen but the brunet vampire knows she’s here, he also knows she won’t be able to sense he’s a vampire quite yet since she hadn’t trained up those vampire hunting skills. Walking further into the alley he smirks to himself, her heartbeat is above him and he’s gonna be right under here right about… now
Buffy swings down from the bar she was holding onto, kicking the stranger in the back and knocking him to the ground. She places a foot on his chest and internally smiles, she had forgotten how good fighting felt.
“Ah, heh. Is there a problem ma’am?” Damn, he’d forgotten how strong she was, and even if he wasn’t as weak as Angel had been when he first arrived that kick still hurt!
“Yeah there is a problem! Why are you following me?” Buffy flicks some hair behind her ear and waits, watching the suspicious man as he gives her a goofy smile.
“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” Much, he added to himself giving Buffy the patented Xander Harris grin. She does not look terribly convinced but she steps off of him and moves away. Xander stands and brushes himself off not quite missing the admiring once over she gives him. Great, *now* she’s attracted to him. Juuuuust peachy. Suddenly he checks their heights. “Huh, thought you’d be taller.”
“What do you want?” She asked, feeling very confused by this strange guy. He seemed to know her and… there was some niggling sense that they had met before.
“The same thing as you.” Buffy let down her hands, relaxing her stance and Xander fought back a wince. Too trusting, so very, very young and naïve.
He felt incredibly guilty.
“Okay, what do I want?”
“To stop them. To stop them all.” Not to kill, because Xander did not *want* to kill some of the vampires, and other demons just needed to be taught a lesson not annihilated. Buffy smirks at him and does that hair flip thing again. Gods that’s gonna get on his nerves.
“Sorry, that's incorrect. But you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of Turtle Wax. What I want is to be left alone!” She’s walking away from him and Xander fights down the urge to take a deep breath that he doesn’t need. He wonders if she was this difficult for Angel to deal with.
“Do you really think that's an option anymore? You're standing at
the Mouth of Hell. And it's about to open.” Xander really hates to do this to her, but she has to know the truth, has to feel the urgency and above all *must* trust him. Otherwise there is nothing he can do to save her. She’s looking at him wide-eyed and this time Xander does take a deep breath, and then reaches into his pocket for the small box and the object he had so lovingly created. It had hurt, but he had wanted Buffy to be protected by something he had made not by a bought cross. “Don't turn your back on this. You've gotta be ready.” He tosses her the box and she catches it, once more giving him suspicious eyes.
“What for?” Buffy asks and Xander really doesn’t want to pull the cryptic guy routine but they aren’t ready for the full truth yet, they have to work for it.
“For the Harvest.”
“Who are you?” She questions, awe and youth in her voice and Xander wants to tell her. Wants to tell her so badly what and who he really is.
“Let's just say... I'm a friend.” Xander turns his back on her, knowing it might not be the smartest decision to make and begins to walk away.
“Yeah, well, maybe I don't want a friend.” Great, belligerence, he had really pissed her off with the cryptic routine apparently. Not surprising, he was kinda pissing himself off.
“I didn't say I was yours. If you ask your watcher tell him to look up Unus Quisnam Animadverto. I should be in his books.” And then he’s gone, having managed to pull off the disappearing act *without* bumping into anything this tim. He knows that Buffy will open the box any minute now and pull out the handmade, delicate but made of strong hardwood wooden cross. The cross that could double as a stake in time of need, since Xander had added an extra point at the end. Sighing to himself Xander headed towards the cemetery, hoping that Buffy would trust him when she ran into him later as he tried to save his old friend Jesse.
