Alexander

Darla was enjoying her new life. Not only had Wolfram and Hart brought her back to life, a quick spell had also made her a vampire once again, since they’d been unable to find a vampire that Darla would accept as her sire.

The first thing Darla had decided to do with her new vampiric life was to find Angel and turn him back into her beloved Angelus. Darla had thought that this would be easy… but then she discovered that Spike was staying with Angel… along with two mortals whom Angel and Spike called their “mates”. The human’s names were Alex and Xander… no one knew where Alex came from, but Darla recognized Xander’s name. He’d been the Slayer’s friend, one of her followers.

Darla knew that if she got rid of Alex and Xander then Angelus would be her’s once again. Spike would be easy enough to control, after all she’d always managed to keep him in line in the past. The only problem with her plan was the two humans. Xander had apparently become a talented fighter, almost as skillful as a Slayer, while Alex appeared to be a powerful magic user… that meant that Darla needed help, she needed the resources of Wolfram and Hart.

Luckily for Darla, Wolfram and Hart also wanted Alex and Xander out of the way. They wanted to get rid of Alex because he’d messed up a few of their plans with his magic and they believed that Xander possessed some sort of power… a power they were eager to possess.

Several prophecies spoke of Alexander Lavelle Harris as “the one who sees” and pointed to the youth as being instrumental in events which Wolfram and Hart would rather not happen. Although Xander had never shown any hint of mystical or magical power, Wolfram and Hart’s policy was “better safe then sorry”.

Darla was only too eager to help the Law Firm take the mortals out.

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Alex was curled up on a couch in the Hotel, using Xander’s chest as a pillow. Xander was watching TV while Alex was reading, pausing every now and then to laugh.

“What are you reading?” Xander asked when Alex’s laughter almost lead to him falling off the couch.

“The Vampire Armand“ Alex replied, offering the book to Xander for him to inspect. “Anne Rice has some weird ideas about vampires… and this book is more porn then anything else.”

“Where’s Spike and Angel?” Xander asked, handing the book back to Alex before stretching out.

“Checking out a new demon bar, seeing if we need to shut it down.” Alex sighed as he snuggled closer to Xander, setting his book aside before leaning up to kiss his mate.

The two men’s moment was interrupted by the sound of something breaking in the main room of the hotel, where Wesley was manning the front desk. In seconds Alex and Xander were up and running into the room, where they found Wesley standing among a bunch of broken glass, recovering from a vision.

Alex helped Wesley away from the glass while Xander cleaned up the shards. “Wesley?” Alex froze for a second when he realized that the Ex-Watcher had just had a vision. “What happened? What did you see?”

Wesley was shaking, trying to get control of himself. At that moment Angel and Spike walked in, their clothing slightly ruffled from a fight. “Wesley? What’s going on?” Angel asked, seeing the blood on Wesley’s hand from where he’d cut himself on the glass.

“Wesley had a vision.” Xander explained as Angel and Spike moved closer to the Ex-Watcher and their two mates.

Wesley cleared his throat and started to speak. “I saw Alex… his hands were tied together and he was slumped against the wall. There was a bracelet around one of his wrists which had strange markings on it…” Wesley stopped for a second as another tremor went through him. “Xander was tied down on a table. A woman was standing over him… cutting out his eyes with a curved knife.”

The group sat in silence for a few minutes before anyone could find the power to speak. “You said you saw a woman doing this… what did she look like?” Angel asked, fighting to stop himself from growling as he pulled Xander into his arms.

“She had shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes. She was a vampire, she had her game face out when she was cutting…” Wesley shuddered. “She had a scar on the back of her right hand…”

“A scar…” It was Alex’s turn to shiver as he stepped forward, out of Spike’s arms and towards Wesley. “It was red, so close to the color of blood but not quite… and shaped like a V, one that opened towards her thumb.”

Welsely blinked in surprise. “Yes… you know her?”

“She tired to kill me… or at least she did in my home universe.” Alex replied as a look of understanding dawned on Angel’s face. “She didn’t like the fact that ‘her boy’ was in love with me.”

“Darla.” Angel whispered, looking over at Spike with deadly serious eyes. “Something’s brought Darla back from the dead.”

“What do you mean?” Wesley asked, looking at the two vampires.

“Darla was Angel’s sire.” Xander answered. “He killed her back in Sunnydale… what happened in your reality?” He asked Alex.

“Darla sired Angel… she had a sort of temporary control over New Mexico, the top of Texas and a bit of Oklahoma. When Darla heard that Angelus was mated to me and William… she lost it.” Alex sighed as Spike’s arms wrapped around him. “Darla tried to kidnap me, but got interrupted by Ripper.”

“That’s Giles, right?” Xander interrupted.

Alex nodded. “Ripper saw her towering over me and lost it… his magic just exploded. The biggest part of Darla they found was half her nose.”

Angel smiled silently and looked between Xander and Alex. “We won’t let her get you… we’ll just have to beef up our security until we find her and make sure she’s dead for good…”

Angel trailed off as he looked to the main entrance to the Hyperion, Spike following his gaze. Slowly the two vampires stood, gently pushing the humans behind them as Angel’s hand reached for a sword that was kept beneath the main desk.

Before he could reach it the doors to the Hotel opened and two figures stepped in out of the night… one was a young man with short hair and simple clothing consisting of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Around his neck was a thick black collar, similar to one a dog would wear.

Standing next to the young man was a pale woman with long black hair. She was wearing a long white dress which flowed gracefully around her and holding an old fashion doll.

At exactly the same time three people spoke, saying two different things.

“Oz?” Xander squeaked.

“Drusilla?” Angel and Spike blinked.

Oz waved slightly to Xander as he followed Dru over to Angel and Spike. Drus smiled at Spike before practically launching herself into Angel’s arms. Angel gracefully caught his childe and held her close, looking her over for any injuries but also checking the slightly insane vampire for any weapons which could hurt his mates.

“Dru, what are you doing here?” Spike asked, looking at the woman he considered his sister.

“I wanted to see Daddy and my new mummies!” Dru smiled, looking over at Alex and Xander, who were standing next to Oz. “They’re really pretty Daddy…” Dru whispered as she nuzzled at Angel’s neck like a kitten.

“Oz?” Xander asked, turning to the werewolf. “Why are you with Dru?”

“Oh!” Dru suddenly stood up and skipped over to Oz, throwing her arms around him. “I found my mate too daddy!”

“Your mate?” Spike blinked as he looked between Oz and Dru. “Your mate is a werewolf?” Spike sighed and leaned back against the wall.

“I can control the wolf.” Oz replied. “Two days ago there was a full moon. I should have transformed, but I didn’t.”

“If a werewolf mates with a vampire they gain the ability to completely control their wolf.” Wesley said, standing up as the eyes of the group shifted to him. “Oz will only have to transform on the night of the full moon, at all other times he’d be able to control the shift and retain full control of himself while in his wolf form.”

“The stars whispered to me…” Druscilla sighed as she leaned on Oz, who smiled at her as he supported the vampire. “They told me Grand-Mummy was coming to rip apart my new Mummies… and I couldn’t let that happen.”

“You came to protect Alex and Xander from Darla.” Spike realized.

TBC