Born in the Right Century 9
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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: Look! More! The question of whether I double-minted our Xanman is answered within. I hope all of you like, especially you Luna! BWAHAHAHA!!!
Warning- some dialoge borrowed from 'Welcome to the Hellmouth'
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Xander cursed and kicked over a gravestone. Life was *juuuuuuuust* peachy wasn’t it? One of his best friends, in another lifetime, was going to be kidnapped, by his grand-sire, and eaten, by his great grand-sire, and turned, into a minion, and left out as bait and Xander couldn’t remember where the hell this was all going to bloody happen!!!! “Wasn’t my fault.” He muttered to himself. “What with the whole ‘vampires are real’ and ‘hot chick kills vampires’ and ‘running for our lives’ and ‘oh my god Jesse!’ aspects of the night I don’t think I can be faulted for not remembering which out of Sunnydales MILLION cemeteries it all went down!!!”
To say the least, Xander was a little upset.
… just a tad.
Sighing the vampire leaned back against one of the other mausoleums, idly banging his head. “I think I’m gonna go.” Xander stopped, his head whipping around as he heard Willow’s upset and wavery voice. It was weak, but it was there.
“Is that what you think?” That voice was unfamiliar, and Xan figured it for the vampire who had attacked Willow. Using his superior senses he began to move towards the voices that were faint but becoming stronger.
“Is this the best you could do?” Game face automatically flashing at Darla’s voice and now… he could smell the faint hints of blood. Jesse’s blood, if Xander remembered the night correctly.
“She’s fresh!” The voices are nattering and Xander is becoming surer and surer of his direction, gliding over broken tombstones and unkempt graves.
“Hey! Wait up!” Xander’s unbeating heart jolted at that sound, a voice so familiar but his memory of it so faded.
“Oh my god! Jesse!” Willow’s voice, and Xander’s only ten feet away from the mausoleum they’re in but his feet have come to a halt as he silently repeats Willow’s words. His mind drifts until it is snapped back into awareness by Willow’s scream.
Xander dashes to the mausoleum and sees Buffy and another shape in the doorway. Unwilling to bother the Slayer twice in one night he waits for her to send the others out, vaguely wondering if that’s *him* in the doorway or if someone else had taken his place. He hears the fights, listens with nostalgia to this young Buffy’s repartees, they need honing but a lot of her skills do at this point. He walks away and the sounds from the mausoleum fade as he follows the three heartbeats thundering in front of him.
“We’ll get to the police. It’s just a few blocks up!” As the vampires surround the teenagers Xander leaps into action. He jumps into the enclosing circle and snarls at the fledges.
“Piss. Off.” The fledges laugh at him, after all he’s outnumbered.
None of them are over a month old.
Idiots.
“Have it your way.” And Xander tosses some stakes to the three stunned people behind him. “Pull out a cross!” And starts dusting his way through his enemies, he knows he only has a short amount of time before Darla shows up, with Buffy soon after. He’d rather not meet up with either destructive blonde right now.
“Alexander?” Darla’s hesitant voice and Xander spins to face her, his eyes locking on her s and refusing to budge. She’s dressed like a schoolgirl and manages to look like the whore she always was.
“No! Get off!” Willow shouts and Xander nearly breaks away from his staring contest but then the whiff of slayer staves off his strike as Buffy quickly dispatches with the vampire threatening his Willow.
“…an…” Willow’s voice farther off now and Xander vaguely remembers two vampires trying to drag him off and… did that mean he still existed.
“What the hell is going on?” Jesse asks and Xander knows that Darla’s been reminded of his presence. She flashes Xander a coquettish smile and begins to move towards him but Xander flashes her his gameface and snarls.
“No! Back OFF bitch.” And he moves towards her, anger, energy, and hatred in his every movement and Darla’s eyes widen before she turns tail and runs. As three heartbeats begin to approach where he and Jesse are standing Xander flashes the boy a heartfelt grin and fades into the shadows.
“Who *was* that?”
Later at the library Xander sneaks in to hear the discussion going on. “Alright. The Slayer hunts the vampires, Buffy is a Slayer, don’t tell anyone. Well, I think that’s all the vampire information you need to know.”
“Except for one thing: how do you kill them?” A somber voice this one, and Xander can tell that it isn’t him. It is someone like Angel used to be, a person with an obsession for brooding. Great. Still, there was that underlying mocking humor there. Maybe, stress that word, he wouldn’t be half bad. Chuckling he steps out of the shadows.
“You’re gonna want to tell them that.” All heads snap to him and Buffy’s jaw drops open as she lifts her finger and points at him.
“See! That’s him! Tall, dark, and mysterious. The ‘Unus Quiz-team’ fellow.”
“Unus Quisnam Animadverto. But please, I prefer Xander.” Giles is rapidly cleaning his glasses and Xander smirks to himself. He wonders how those lenses hold up under the strain. “Rupert Giles?” The head snaps up to look at him and Xander sees the English man who ran their library until the Scooby gang turned him into more of a fun loving sensei then a strict rule bound Watcher. “It’s my pleasure to meet you.”
“To meet Alexander Harris. An honor indeed.” Giles stuttered out and shook his hand hesitantly before pulling away. Xander turned towards the others in the library.
“Like I said, I prefer Xan. Now, you’re Jesse, you’re Willow, you’re Buffy, and you’re…”
“Sandy.” And Xander had to hide a smirk. He and Sandy looked similar, with the same hair and closely matched facial elements but his eyes were a deeper darker brown and hidden behind plastic framed round brown glasses. “Sandy Harris.” Xander chuckled and said with no small touch of irony,
“I wonder if we’re related.”
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: Look! More! The question of whether I double-minted our Xanman is answered within. I hope all of you like, especially you Luna! BWAHAHAHA!!!
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
Xander cursed and kicked over a gravestone. Life was *juuuuuuuust* peachy wasn’t it? One of his best friends, in another lifetime, was going to be kidnapped, by his grand-sire, and eaten, by his great grand-sire, and turned, into a minion, and left out as bait and Xander couldn’t remember where the hell this was all going to bloody happen!!!! “Wasn’t my fault.” He muttered to himself. “What with the whole ‘vampires are real’ and ‘hot chick kills vampires’ and ‘running for our lives’ and ‘oh my god Jesse!’ aspects of the night I don’t think I can be faulted for not remembering which out of Sunnydales MILLION cemeteries it all went down!!!”
To say the least, Xander was a little upset.
… just a tad.
Sighing the vampire leaned back against one of the other mausoleums, idly banging his head. “I think I’m gonna go.” Xander stopped, his head whipping around as he heard Willow’s upset and wavery voice. It was weak, but it was there.
“Is that what you think?” That voice was unfamiliar, and Xan figured it for the vampire who had attacked Willow. Using his superior senses he began to move towards the voices that were faint but becoming stronger.
“Is this the best you could do?” Game face automatically flashing at Darla’s voice and now… he could smell the faint hints of blood. Jesse’s blood, if Xander remembered the night correctly.
“She’s fresh!” The voices are nattering and Xander is becoming surer and surer of his direction, gliding over broken tombstones and unkempt graves.
“Hey! Wait up!” Xander’s unbeating heart jolted at that sound, a voice so familiar but his memory of it so faded.
“Oh my god! Jesse!” Willow’s voice, and Xander’s only ten feet away from the mausoleum they’re in but his feet have come to a halt as he silently repeats Willow’s words. His mind drifts until it is snapped back into awareness by Willow’s scream.
Xander dashes to the mausoleum and sees Buffy and another shape in the doorway. Unwilling to bother the Slayer twice in one night he waits for her to send the others out, vaguely wondering if that’s *him* in the doorway or if someone else had taken his place. He hears the fights, listens with nostalgia to this young Buffy’s repartees, they need honing but a lot of her skills do at this point. He walks away and the sounds from the mausoleum fade as he follows the three heartbeats thundering in front of him.
“We’ll get to the police. It’s just a few blocks up!” As the vampires surround the teenagers Xander leaps into action. He jumps into the enclosing circle and snarls at the fledges.
“Piss. Off.” The fledges laugh at him, after all he’s outnumbered.
None of them are over a month old.
Idiots.
“Have it your way.” And Xander tosses some stakes to the three stunned people behind him. “Pull out a cross!” And starts dusting his way through his enemies, he knows he only has a short amount of time before Darla shows up, with Buffy soon after. He’d rather not meet up with either destructive blonde right now.
“Alexander?” Darla’s hesitant voice and Xander spins to face her, his eyes locking on her s and refusing to budge. She’s dressed like a schoolgirl and manages to look like the whore she always was.
“No! Get off!” Willow shouts and Xander nearly breaks away from his staring contest but then the whiff of slayer staves off his strike as Buffy quickly dispatches with the vampire threatening his Willow.
“…an…” Willow’s voice farther off now and Xander vaguely remembers two vampires trying to drag him off and… did that mean he still existed.
“What the hell is going on?” Jesse asks and Xander knows that Darla’s been reminded of his presence. She flashes Xander a coquettish smile and begins to move towards him but Xander flashes her his gameface and snarls.
“No! Back OFF bitch.” And he moves towards her, anger, energy, and hatred in his every movement and Darla’s eyes widen before she turns tail and runs. As three heartbeats begin to approach where he and Jesse are standing Xander flashes the boy a heartfelt grin and fades into the shadows.
“Who *was* that?”
Later at the library Xander sneaks in to hear the discussion going on. “Alright. The Slayer hunts the vampires, Buffy is a Slayer, don’t tell anyone. Well, I think that’s all the vampire information you need to know.”
“Except for one thing: how do you kill them?” A somber voice this one, and Xander can tell that it isn’t him. It is someone like Angel used to be, a person with an obsession for brooding. Great. Still, there was that underlying mocking humor there. Maybe, stress that word, he wouldn’t be half bad. Chuckling he steps out of the shadows.
“You’re gonna want to tell them that.” All heads snap to him and Buffy’s jaw drops open as she lifts her finger and points at him.
“See! That’s him! Tall, dark, and mysterious. The ‘Unus Quiz-team’ fellow.”
“Unus Quisnam Animadverto. But please, I prefer Xander.” Giles is rapidly cleaning his glasses and Xander smirks to himself. He wonders how those lenses hold up under the strain. “Rupert Giles?” The head snaps up to look at him and Xander sees the English man who ran their library until the Scooby gang turned him into more of a fun loving sensei then a strict rule bound Watcher. “It’s my pleasure to meet you.”
“To meet Alexander Harris. An honor indeed.” Giles stuttered out and shook his hand hesitantly before pulling away. Xander turned towards the others in the library.
“Like I said, I prefer Xan. Now, you’re Jesse, you’re Willow, you’re Buffy, and you’re…”
“Sandy.” And Xander had to hide a smirk. He and Sandy looked similar, with the same hair and closely matched facial elements but his eyes were a deeper darker brown and hidden behind plastic framed round brown glasses. “Sandy Harris.” Xander chuckled and said with no small touch of irony,
“I wonder if we’re related.”
