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Darkness 3
Feedback: First BtVS/Angel fic, would be welcome. I've got BIG plans
for it!
Email: Flamespout@h...
Website: Err… working on that
Distribution: Bigbadzeppo, Xanderslash, Vampyr_Slayerette_Passions,
DarkSlash, I Need a Parrot
Warnings: None for this chap, unless you count Cordy's death.
Notes: Um… Riley kinda disappeared… He'd technically still be in the
infirmary and we'd technically be still dealing with Adam but I
really don't want to write around them so Poof! No more Iowa boy or
Frankenstein!
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
off my Wesley! I'm still mad about that one. ~
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After the M'nut-A-min demon things had gone back to being
fairly quiet for Sunnydale. There was the normal amount of minion
killing to be done and the odd demon or two but the Slayer and her
Slayerettes had nothing major to deal with. Matters were strained
with the Scooby gang though, since it seemed that Xander was avoiding
everyone. Willow was above and beyond worried and hoped that Xander
would be okay enough to talk soon. Though she was not going to let
him avoid returning her phone calls for long.
Standing behind the counter of the Magic Shop Anya sighed and
went back to counting money. From the corner of her eye she could
still see Tara and Willow huddled together trying to figure out what
could possibly be wrong with Xander. She knew that her relationship
with Xander was based on, sex, and this string-free friendship had
allowed him to tell her what was going on. He had told her how
worried he was about hurting his friends and even her, since that's
what she was to him. When Xander was around Anya didn't even mind
being a human quite so much.
In his office Giles looked down at the page on M'nut-A-min,
and wondered just how he could manage to make Xander see that the
demon had been wrong about him. The ex-watcher had no doubts that it
had told the boy that he was evil but Giles knew different. Xander
had been through so much with them and barring the hyena possession
had never acted on the dark urges that every one had. He had a good
heart and a good head though he did not realize either. Probably the
upbringing of those god-awful parents of his, and of course they were
another possible reason that Xander might think he was evil. "Hell! I
just wish he would stop avoiding me!" Giles muttered closing the
tome, and cleaning his glasses. It was true Xander had been avoiding
him more then any of the other people who made up the Slayer's inner-
circle. Almost as if he knew that Giles would try to talk to him
about it, well Willow had tried but Xander had gotten out of it in
typical Xander fashion.
Buffy huffed as she pounded into the punching bag. Xander had
been so mopey since the fight with the big green demon the week
before. And him being all un-Xander-y had made everyone else worried
and mopey. "That is it!" She grumbled redoubling her attack, "Tonight
he tells us what's wrong!"
Xander sighed and toweled off his hair, hurriedly rushing to
get dressed. His job at the pizza place had run late and he was tired
because since the demon had talked to him he had not been sleeping
well. The remnants of his two possessions had started haunting his
dreams, and it was starting to get disturbing that he wanted to eat
Buffy and not in a good way. Every time he looked at Buffy all his
mind could think was `rejected me', `not good enough', `not strong
enough', `ran away', `no longer pack'. Shuddering and quickly
dressing the mortal headed out for the Magic Box after making sure he
was armed against all nasties of the night. Stepping into the magic
shop he brushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled at the already
assembled group. "Hey guys! What's cooking for tonight? Demon attack?
Research fest? Anything I can help with?" The plastered smiled began
to fade as he realized that Giles was giving him his, I-have-a-
superior-intellect-and-you-can't-fool-me eyes and Willow was giving
him the you-don't-need-to-pretend-it's-alright eyes and Buffy was
giving him the… scary, angry, hurt eyes. Shivering he glanced at the
only person in the room who he had talked to about the telepathic
conversation. Anya closed the cash register with a `ding' and then
walked up to him.
"Xander, I think it is time you told them the truth. About
the mean demon and how he said you were evil and about the
nightmares. I am going back to my apartment, give me a call when you
are ready to give me lots and lots of orgasms." Walking out of the
Magic Box the auburn-haired ex-vengeance demon walked casually away.
"Well, that wasn't awkward." Xander muttered staring at his
feet. Willow noting the refusal to start off broke the silence when
it became strained.
"Xan, we've known each other forever right? You'd tell me if
there was something was wrong?" Xander continued to stare at his feet
and finally answered her question.
"It's nothing you can help with Will's it's…" Giving a bitter
laugh he looked up and caught her eyes, "It's not you it's me." Buffy
reached over from where she stood in the circle and lightly hit him
on the arm.
"Xander!" She whined, even as he rubbed what would probably
become a bruise tomorrow morning. "This is no time to be making
jokes! Tell us what's got you all," fumbling for words the blonde
could only think of one that accurately described Xander. "angsty."
Shaking his head Xander turned to look at the Slayer, the golden
girl. How could he explain?
"Buff I'm just dealing with some stuff right now. The talk
with the demon dredged up some, bitter memories." Buffy and Willow's
brows both furrowed and it was Giles' turn to step forward and try to
comfort the young man. "Don't say it G-man, maybe… maybe I'll talk to
you about it later." Turning around the brunette mortal prepared to
stride out of the shop but was stopped when Spike stepped through the
door. Looking him over the blonde smirked and had to fight down a
laugh. He could smell the change in the boys scent whenever he came
by, the boy felt a lot of different things for him. Hatred, disgust,
of course but there was also some respect mixed in there and a little
dose of lust. Knowing what his sire wanted with the boy he restrained
himself, since Dru had done some mojo and zapped the chip two days
ago he had been fighting not to go on a mass-murdering killing spree
until his sire deemed it was time. Since Angelus had sent him here
tonight to deliver a very specific message Spike figured it wouldn't
be long before he could quench his bloodlust.
"Bloody `ell! What is this? The whelp got fired from his
newest job?" Spike snarked as he observed the various poses of the
individuals and the scent of pity in the air. Trying hard not the
strike the blonde vampire across his smirking little mug Xander
ground out a question though he couldn't exactly hear himself over
the pounding in his ears.
"What do you want fangless?" Spike never lost his smirk, in
fact his facial features seemed to have been sharpened by Xander's
anger. Or maybe just the heavy pounding of his blood.
"Thought you might not have heard the news, me sire's back."
Taking advantage of the shock and horror on the watcher's face the
bleached undead stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Taking a
drag he prepared himself to field brainless Buffy's questions.
"What Drusilla? Shouldn't you be off chasing after her like a
bitch in heat?" The slayer asked, fighting down the urge to punch the
vamp for what he had said to Xander. Never the less she was surprised
when Spike merely rolled his eyes and took a drag on his cigarette.
"Not my princess Slayer. Me sire, the great poofy one."
Making a mockery of Angel's brooding expression and mimed the tall
stand-up hair. The look on the whelp's face had been priceless, the
boy had been fighting down laughter before understanding caught up
with him. Tara was glancing between a tightlipped Xander, blank faced
Giles and blanched Willow trying to figure out what was going on.
"Angel? He's in town? Wait why would he be talking to you?"
Blowing smoke directly in the idiots face Spike calmly informed
Buffy, "Not Angel, my sire. Angelus. Oi watcher, do I get any blood
out of this?" Turning he ignored Buffy's sputtering. Snapping out of
it Giles gave him a hard glare. Almost scary old man, Spike thought
to himself.
"Hold on just a minute Spike, how do you know Angelus is
back?" Spike sighed, casually shifting in his duster, wanting only to
be back in the embrace of his beloved Dru in their new bed. They were
staying with Angelus at the old poof's apartment form back when the
Slayer was in high school. It wasn't the mansion but they could not
move in there quite yet. Soon though.
"'eard it off a couple of minions that the gang down in L.A.
had bought the big one. Or not exactly his gang, but the pretty girl
who used ta go to high school with ya. What's her name? Cordelia.
Then they heard he skipped town. Don't know if it's true." Shrugging
and apparently giving up on free blood William the Bloody left the
Slayer and her friends in a fit of disarray. Turning the corner he
gave his dark goddess a deep kiss that, because they had no
constraints on breathing, might have gone on for quite a while if not
for the fact his mate had a question. Backing off, and eying her
outfit appreciatively Spike smiled.
"Yes luv?" Whirling him close Drusilla gave him a humble peck
on the lips before asking,
"What did the burning one look like? Did she look all sad and
broken? What about kitten? Ms. Edith says he's feeling all worried
and angry and sad inside but he won't feel that way long will he
Spikey?" Nodding his head sire and childe kissed and he left her
questions unanswered for the moment. She would find out soon enough.
Inside the Magic Box stunned silence greeted Spike's
proclamation before the Scooby gang erupted into a flurry of
activity. Buffy dived for the phone while Giles pulled out his
rolodex and the number he had down for Angel Investigations. Holding
the receiver to her ear they all waited in tense silence. "Angel
Investigations we help the hopeless!" Cordelia's cheery voice rang in
Buffy's ear but before she could answer her hopes were
dashed. "Nobody is here to take your call at the moment but please
leave a message and we will give you a call back!" At the beep Buffy
choked down a sob and hung up. Maybe, maybe they were all just out on
a case. Her thoughts were echoed by Willow and soon enough Buffy was
back to believing that Spike was just being an ass.
"Listen Buff, L.A.'s not the far and if Cordy really is dead…
Listen, I could drive you down." Xander said bravely and Buffy gave
him a blinding smile. One reserved for when he and the other's did
something especially nice, like giving a puppy a bone. Heading off
towards his home to get the car Willow and Tara both excused
themselves leaving Giles and Buffy standing in the entrance to a
magic shop praying that their deepest darkest nightmares had not come
back to haunt them.
On the sidewalks outside a young man stared into the night
sky while a voice rang in his head, "There is a new but old evil
approaching. The darkness will have it's fondest wish, a Master to
bring it out and let it play."
for it!
Email: Flamespout@h...
Website: Err… working on that
Distribution: Bigbadzeppo, Xanderslash, Vampyr_Slayerette_Passions,
DarkSlash, I Need a Parrot
Warnings: None for this chap, unless you count Cordy's death.
Notes: Um… Riley kinda disappeared… He'd technically still be in the
infirmary and we'd technically be still dealing with Adam but I
really don't want to write around them so Poof! No more Iowa boy or
Frankenstein!
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
off my Wesley! I'm still mad about that one. ~
**********************************************************************
After the M'nut-A-min demon things had gone back to being
fairly quiet for Sunnydale. There was the normal amount of minion
killing to be done and the odd demon or two but the Slayer and her
Slayerettes had nothing major to deal with. Matters were strained
with the Scooby gang though, since it seemed that Xander was avoiding
everyone. Willow was above and beyond worried and hoped that Xander
would be okay enough to talk soon. Though she was not going to let
him avoid returning her phone calls for long.
Standing behind the counter of the Magic Shop Anya sighed and
went back to counting money. From the corner of her eye she could
still see Tara and Willow huddled together trying to figure out what
could possibly be wrong with Xander. She knew that her relationship
with Xander was based on, sex, and this string-free friendship had
allowed him to tell her what was going on. He had told her how
worried he was about hurting his friends and even her, since that's
what she was to him. When Xander was around Anya didn't even mind
being a human quite so much.
In his office Giles looked down at the page on M'nut-A-min,
and wondered just how he could manage to make Xander see that the
demon had been wrong about him. The ex-watcher had no doubts that it
had told the boy that he was evil but Giles knew different. Xander
had been through so much with them and barring the hyena possession
had never acted on the dark urges that every one had. He had a good
heart and a good head though he did not realize either. Probably the
upbringing of those god-awful parents of his, and of course they were
another possible reason that Xander might think he was evil. "Hell! I
just wish he would stop avoiding me!" Giles muttered closing the
tome, and cleaning his glasses. It was true Xander had been avoiding
him more then any of the other people who made up the Slayer's inner-
circle. Almost as if he knew that Giles would try to talk to him
about it, well Willow had tried but Xander had gotten out of it in
typical Xander fashion.
Buffy huffed as she pounded into the punching bag. Xander had
been so mopey since the fight with the big green demon the week
before. And him being all un-Xander-y had made everyone else worried
and mopey. "That is it!" She grumbled redoubling her attack, "Tonight
he tells us what's wrong!"
Xander sighed and toweled off his hair, hurriedly rushing to
get dressed. His job at the pizza place had run late and he was tired
because since the demon had talked to him he had not been sleeping
well. The remnants of his two possessions had started haunting his
dreams, and it was starting to get disturbing that he wanted to eat
Buffy and not in a good way. Every time he looked at Buffy all his
mind could think was `rejected me', `not good enough', `not strong
enough', `ran away', `no longer pack'. Shuddering and quickly
dressing the mortal headed out for the Magic Box after making sure he
was armed against all nasties of the night. Stepping into the magic
shop he brushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled at the already
assembled group. "Hey guys! What's cooking for tonight? Demon attack?
Research fest? Anything I can help with?" The plastered smiled began
to fade as he realized that Giles was giving him his, I-have-a-
superior-intellect-and-you-can't-fool-me eyes and Willow was giving
him the you-don't-need-to-pretend-it's-alright eyes and Buffy was
giving him the… scary, angry, hurt eyes. Shivering he glanced at the
only person in the room who he had talked to about the telepathic
conversation. Anya closed the cash register with a `ding' and then
walked up to him.
"Xander, I think it is time you told them the truth. About
the mean demon and how he said you were evil and about the
nightmares. I am going back to my apartment, give me a call when you
are ready to give me lots and lots of orgasms." Walking out of the
Magic Box the auburn-haired ex-vengeance demon walked casually away.
"Well, that wasn't awkward." Xander muttered staring at his
feet. Willow noting the refusal to start off broke the silence when
it became strained.
"Xan, we've known each other forever right? You'd tell me if
there was something was wrong?" Xander continued to stare at his feet
and finally answered her question.
"It's nothing you can help with Will's it's…" Giving a bitter
laugh he looked up and caught her eyes, "It's not you it's me." Buffy
reached over from where she stood in the circle and lightly hit him
on the arm.
"Xander!" She whined, even as he rubbed what would probably
become a bruise tomorrow morning. "This is no time to be making
jokes! Tell us what's got you all," fumbling for words the blonde
could only think of one that accurately described Xander. "angsty."
Shaking his head Xander turned to look at the Slayer, the golden
girl. How could he explain?
"Buff I'm just dealing with some stuff right now. The talk
with the demon dredged up some, bitter memories." Buffy and Willow's
brows both furrowed and it was Giles' turn to step forward and try to
comfort the young man. "Don't say it G-man, maybe… maybe I'll talk to
you about it later." Turning around the brunette mortal prepared to
stride out of the shop but was stopped when Spike stepped through the
door. Looking him over the blonde smirked and had to fight down a
laugh. He could smell the change in the boys scent whenever he came
by, the boy felt a lot of different things for him. Hatred, disgust,
of course but there was also some respect mixed in there and a little
dose of lust. Knowing what his sire wanted with the boy he restrained
himself, since Dru had done some mojo and zapped the chip two days
ago he had been fighting not to go on a mass-murdering killing spree
until his sire deemed it was time. Since Angelus had sent him here
tonight to deliver a very specific message Spike figured it wouldn't
be long before he could quench his bloodlust.
"Bloody `ell! What is this? The whelp got fired from his
newest job?" Spike snarked as he observed the various poses of the
individuals and the scent of pity in the air. Trying hard not the
strike the blonde vampire across his smirking little mug Xander
ground out a question though he couldn't exactly hear himself over
the pounding in his ears.
"What do you want fangless?" Spike never lost his smirk, in
fact his facial features seemed to have been sharpened by Xander's
anger. Or maybe just the heavy pounding of his blood.
"Thought you might not have heard the news, me sire's back."
Taking advantage of the shock and horror on the watcher's face the
bleached undead stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Taking a
drag he prepared himself to field brainless Buffy's questions.
"What Drusilla? Shouldn't you be off chasing after her like a
bitch in heat?" The slayer asked, fighting down the urge to punch the
vamp for what he had said to Xander. Never the less she was surprised
when Spike merely rolled his eyes and took a drag on his cigarette.
"Not my princess Slayer. Me sire, the great poofy one."
Making a mockery of Angel's brooding expression and mimed the tall
stand-up hair. The look on the whelp's face had been priceless, the
boy had been fighting down laughter before understanding caught up
with him. Tara was glancing between a tightlipped Xander, blank faced
Giles and blanched Willow trying to figure out what was going on.
"Angel? He's in town? Wait why would he be talking to you?"
Blowing smoke directly in the idiots face Spike calmly informed
Buffy, "Not Angel, my sire. Angelus. Oi watcher, do I get any blood
out of this?" Turning he ignored Buffy's sputtering. Snapping out of
it Giles gave him a hard glare. Almost scary old man, Spike thought
to himself.
"Hold on just a minute Spike, how do you know Angelus is
back?" Spike sighed, casually shifting in his duster, wanting only to
be back in the embrace of his beloved Dru in their new bed. They were
staying with Angelus at the old poof's apartment form back when the
Slayer was in high school. It wasn't the mansion but they could not
move in there quite yet. Soon though.
"'eard it off a couple of minions that the gang down in L.A.
had bought the big one. Or not exactly his gang, but the pretty girl
who used ta go to high school with ya. What's her name? Cordelia.
Then they heard he skipped town. Don't know if it's true." Shrugging
and apparently giving up on free blood William the Bloody left the
Slayer and her friends in a fit of disarray. Turning the corner he
gave his dark goddess a deep kiss that, because they had no
constraints on breathing, might have gone on for quite a while if not
for the fact his mate had a question. Backing off, and eying her
outfit appreciatively Spike smiled.
"Yes luv?" Whirling him close Drusilla gave him a humble peck
on the lips before asking,
"What did the burning one look like? Did she look all sad and
broken? What about kitten? Ms. Edith says he's feeling all worried
and angry and sad inside but he won't feel that way long will he
Spikey?" Nodding his head sire and childe kissed and he left her
questions unanswered for the moment. She would find out soon enough.
Inside the Magic Box stunned silence greeted Spike's
proclamation before the Scooby gang erupted into a flurry of
activity. Buffy dived for the phone while Giles pulled out his
rolodex and the number he had down for Angel Investigations. Holding
the receiver to her ear they all waited in tense silence. "Angel
Investigations we help the hopeless!" Cordelia's cheery voice rang in
Buffy's ear but before she could answer her hopes were
dashed. "Nobody is here to take your call at the moment but please
leave a message and we will give you a call back!" At the beep Buffy
choked down a sob and hung up. Maybe, maybe they were all just out on
a case. Her thoughts were echoed by Willow and soon enough Buffy was
back to believing that Spike was just being an ass.
"Listen Buff, L.A.'s not the far and if Cordy really is dead…
Listen, I could drive you down." Xander said bravely and Buffy gave
him a blinding smile. One reserved for when he and the other's did
something especially nice, like giving a puppy a bone. Heading off
towards his home to get the car Willow and Tara both excused
themselves leaving Giles and Buffy standing in the entrance to a
magic shop praying that their deepest darkest nightmares had not come
back to haunt them.
On the sidewalks outside a young man stared into the night
sky while a voice rang in his head, "There is a new but old evil
approaching. The darkness will have it's fondest wish, a Master to
bring it out and let it play."