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13 - Relevations I
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After a long time, here is an update. I hope there are still people out there waiting for more of this fic. Please let me know. I've got 3 more chapters ready to post.
Exams are over. We'll get the results August 26. Love life is great, I finally got the man I wanted and we're spending most of our holidays together... so I won't have time to write thaaat much. *grins*
Okay and now enjoy!!
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Part 13 Relevations I
Magic Box – Lobby
„So… who’s going to get me what I need to make these unbelievably painful visions a little more bearable?” Cordy asks while she tries to straighten her clothes. “I guess none of you ever went through this much pain. I mean, it’s almost as bad as falling on a rusty iron bar.” Cordy looks around, she searches for Xander but he isn’t there. “By the way… where is…”
She’s interrupted by a loud clattering sound from the training room. “Oh guess that answers the question. What about my steak? Painkillers? Diet Coke? Pleea-ase?” She winks twice very slowly at Gunn who ignores her.
Tara swears she can hear Cordy growl, she bets Cordy’s going to throw a screaming fit soon, so she does something she seldom does: she takes the initiative. “I-I’ll s-see if I can f-find you some pills. W-willow, maybe you can…?” Tara hates her insecurity. Loud voices make her stutter, they remind her too much of her childhood which was filled with loud fights between her parents. Often these fights ended with her father telling her mother to shut up or else… what ‘or else’ meant he‘d demonstrated more than once. Tara learnt that the less attention she attracted, the less noise she made, the less she talked, the more she was ignored or left alone. Of course, it didn’t do anything for her communication ability.
“Oh yes, of course, I’ll go see if I can get you… or better Xander can… where is he, actually? Where is Xander?”
“Come on, princess.” Gunn says to Drusilla and gathers her slender body in his arms. It’s cliché but to him she seems to weigh almost nothing. Just moments ago he and Wes didn’t have the strength to hold her down through the shocks of the vision but now her body seems breakable. Vampiress, he reminds himself and lifts her up – carefully. He’s not interested in this Xander. Cordy mentioned him here and there but she never categorised him as somehow extraordinary.
“I don’t know where Xander is. Why isn’t he here? He’s always here.” Willow says and keeps looking around as if the missing Scooby would appear magically somehow. Tara shrugs helplessly and goes behind the main counter in search of painkillers.
“That’s Xander for you… he’s never there when you need him. Pffft.” Cordy lets herself drop into one of the more comfortable looking chairs and rubs her temples.
“But… I just hope he’s not trying to get Anya back. Last time they disappeared for three days straight in a shabby hotel in Braxton. When he came back he needed five days to recuperate. He looked as if she sucked him out.”
“Maybe she has!” Cordy flips and starts giggling despite her horrible headache.
“Who has sucked who?” Buffy asks while coming out of the training room.
“Whom.”
“Whatever.”
“Anya. Xander.”
“Again? Damn. I‘m thirsty. Thought he could go to the coffee shop for us.” She looks at Gunn, a speculative gleam in her eyes.
“I am not going to be your new delivery boy.” Gunn sighs. “I may be black but those times are over when skin colour separated the masters from slaves.”
“OH! Oh no!” Willow starts to babble. “You wouldn’t be our slave. I mean Xander isn’t our slave. Not at all. He is just there and when he doesn’t want to research what he hates then he goes and does all the little things like getting coffee and pizza and we never thought about him as our slave. He was more like our… our…”
“Puppy?” Buffy suggests.
“Buffy!” Willow is shocked by the emotionless comment.
Suddenly Dru lets out a high pitched giggling sound. “Puppy!” She sniggers. Gunn lets Drusilla down but keeps holding her back to his front. With Buffy in the room the probably-dead-soon-quota is just too high, for both. “You know nothing!” Drusilla squeals. “Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Never a puppy – always a kitten. Kitten! And now…”
“OH GOD. Oh god. I forgot… Xander is…” Cordy whines.
“…ours. Ours. Ours. Kitten belongs to Daddy now.” Shrill laughter fills the room again.
“Dead!”
The people inside, Buffy, Willow, Tara, Gunn, again stare in turns at Drusilla and Cordelia and try to comprehend the disjointed information on the same theme.
“Noooo. It can’t be! Xander can’t be dead!” Willow eventually cries out. She’s gotten very, very pale in seconds.
“But I saw it. That’s why we’re here. I had this vision with Xander and Spike and Buffy. Xander was dead. Spike killed him and Buffy was there and killed Spike but it didn’t make sense somehow… I mean we all saw Spike and he’s with Angel who is Angelus, I saw them planning to go on a hunt…”
Tara rushes over to Willow who looks ready to black out any second. She tries to give her girlfriend some comfort but Willow shakes her off and starts to run to Giles’ office, screaming his name.
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Angel’s mansion
“We’re here.” Angel says and Spike looks out of the car window.
“We’re back at the bloody mansion!” The blonde cries in annoyance, shocking Xander out of the peaceful blood rush.
“Wow – you are brainy!” Connor snarls at Angel who is forced to give Connor a slap.
"Where else should we go? Do you have a better idea, Spike?"
Spike stays silent. He knows there is pretty much no other location that can shelter them for a while as good as the mansion.
The police are gone after searching through the house and finding nothing, just a fake call, not even enough to be registered in their files. So, Buffy and the others would find them… but that was always just a matter of time. Spike never believed that Willow would give up on "her" Xander. Red was going to have a hard time working her mind around the new order of things. Going to be fun. Much.
"Okay. Let's get out of the car." Angel announces and grins to himself. He's sure Connor is going to try to get away.
"Xander, how are you? Can you get out of the car?" Spike opens the door and gets out, he holds his hand out to his childe. "Come on." Drowsily, Xander looks at the hand and then grabs it, thumbs up, and lets himself be dragged out. When he's finally outside the car, he leans against Spike's hard body. His legs tremble and he doesn’t trust them to hold him up, but he trusts his sire to support him until he feels able to move on his own again.
For just a moment, Angel watches the tender scene between Spike and Xander with a mix of adoration and jealousy. Flashes of a just-as-fragile William race through his mind and again he's sad that everything between them is now so… broken.
Angel walks around his car to the passenger door to "help" Connor out of the vehicle but the youth is over on the driver's seat and out of the car in under a second.
Connor starts running as soon as his feet touch the ground. He's gaining distance so fast even Angel is impressed by the speed, before he suddenly realizes that Connor is actually running away from him. Panic grabs his heart with icy fingers. He can't lose his son. Not again. He has to get him. Hunt him. *HUNT* slams so hard through the link that even Connor feels it. It just makes him run faster. He doesn't understand anything. These people - monsters - feel so trustworthy. He feels like he belongs but it can't be… they're different somehow… just like he is but… he likes them but he shouldn't. He wonders if this is the Stockholm Syndrome already affecting him. He looks back and sees this Angel running after him. The black leather long jacket billows behind the dark man like wings. His hunter is fast, very fast.
Spike feels the call to hunt in his connection to Angel. The excitement and blood thirst of his sire drum through his emotions, nearly outweighing everything else. He closes the feelings off from Xander but the younger vampire starts struggling anyway. Spike restrains him, Xander's got power, more power than he expected but not nearly enough to throw such an experienced master vampire as Spike off. Doesn't change the fact that it pisses Spike off.
"Stop it, Xander." He says but the whelp won't hear it.
"I told you to stop it." Spike barks at Xander and grabs him by his upper arms shaking him hard. Xander starts fighting back with all his strength, growling and snarling. Spike grips him even tighter. "What the hell is wrong?!" Spike growls back, eyes golden with incomprehension and anger.
"Can't you hear it? Feel it? Master calls to hunt!" Xander cries in desperation and doubles his efforts to get away. Spike growls and shifts into his true face. His eyes sparkle with furious rage.
"Master?! I'll show you who your master is!"
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I've got more to post, do you want it???
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After a long time, here is an update. I hope there are still people out there waiting for more of this fic. Please let me know. I've got 3 more chapters ready to post.
Exams are over. We'll get the results August 26. Love life is great, I finally got the man I wanted and we're spending most of our holidays together... so I won't have time to write thaaat much. *grins*
Okay and now enjoy!!
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Part 13 Relevations I
Magic Box – Lobby
„So… who’s going to get me what I need to make these unbelievably painful visions a little more bearable?” Cordy asks while she tries to straighten her clothes. “I guess none of you ever went through this much pain. I mean, it’s almost as bad as falling on a rusty iron bar.” Cordy looks around, she searches for Xander but he isn’t there. “By the way… where is…”
She’s interrupted by a loud clattering sound from the training room. “Oh guess that answers the question. What about my steak? Painkillers? Diet Coke? Pleea-ase?” She winks twice very slowly at Gunn who ignores her.
Tara swears she can hear Cordy growl, she bets Cordy’s going to throw a screaming fit soon, so she does something she seldom does: she takes the initiative. “I-I’ll s-see if I can f-find you some pills. W-willow, maybe you can…?” Tara hates her insecurity. Loud voices make her stutter, they remind her too much of her childhood which was filled with loud fights between her parents. Often these fights ended with her father telling her mother to shut up or else… what ‘or else’ meant he‘d demonstrated more than once. Tara learnt that the less attention she attracted, the less noise she made, the less she talked, the more she was ignored or left alone. Of course, it didn’t do anything for her communication ability.
“Oh yes, of course, I’ll go see if I can get you… or better Xander can… where is he, actually? Where is Xander?”
“Come on, princess.” Gunn says to Drusilla and gathers her slender body in his arms. It’s cliché but to him she seems to weigh almost nothing. Just moments ago he and Wes didn’t have the strength to hold her down through the shocks of the vision but now her body seems breakable. Vampiress, he reminds himself and lifts her up – carefully. He’s not interested in this Xander. Cordy mentioned him here and there but she never categorised him as somehow extraordinary.
“I don’t know where Xander is. Why isn’t he here? He’s always here.” Willow says and keeps looking around as if the missing Scooby would appear magically somehow. Tara shrugs helplessly and goes behind the main counter in search of painkillers.
“That’s Xander for you… he’s never there when you need him. Pffft.” Cordy lets herself drop into one of the more comfortable looking chairs and rubs her temples.
“But… I just hope he’s not trying to get Anya back. Last time they disappeared for three days straight in a shabby hotel in Braxton. When he came back he needed five days to recuperate. He looked as if she sucked him out.”
“Maybe she has!” Cordy flips and starts giggling despite her horrible headache.
“Who has sucked who?” Buffy asks while coming out of the training room.
“Whom.”
“Whatever.”
“Anya. Xander.”
“Again? Damn. I‘m thirsty. Thought he could go to the coffee shop for us.” She looks at Gunn, a speculative gleam in her eyes.
“I am not going to be your new delivery boy.” Gunn sighs. “I may be black but those times are over when skin colour separated the masters from slaves.”
“OH! Oh no!” Willow starts to babble. “You wouldn’t be our slave. I mean Xander isn’t our slave. Not at all. He is just there and when he doesn’t want to research what he hates then he goes and does all the little things like getting coffee and pizza and we never thought about him as our slave. He was more like our… our…”
“Puppy?” Buffy suggests.
“Buffy!” Willow is shocked by the emotionless comment.
Suddenly Dru lets out a high pitched giggling sound. “Puppy!” She sniggers. Gunn lets Drusilla down but keeps holding her back to his front. With Buffy in the room the probably-dead-soon-quota is just too high, for both. “You know nothing!” Drusilla squeals. “Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Never a puppy – always a kitten. Kitten! And now…”
“OH GOD. Oh god. I forgot… Xander is…” Cordy whines.
“…ours. Ours. Ours. Kitten belongs to Daddy now.” Shrill laughter fills the room again.
“Dead!”
The people inside, Buffy, Willow, Tara, Gunn, again stare in turns at Drusilla and Cordelia and try to comprehend the disjointed information on the same theme.
“Noooo. It can’t be! Xander can’t be dead!” Willow eventually cries out. She’s gotten very, very pale in seconds.
“But I saw it. That’s why we’re here. I had this vision with Xander and Spike and Buffy. Xander was dead. Spike killed him and Buffy was there and killed Spike but it didn’t make sense somehow… I mean we all saw Spike and he’s with Angel who is Angelus, I saw them planning to go on a hunt…”
Tara rushes over to Willow who looks ready to black out any second. She tries to give her girlfriend some comfort but Willow shakes her off and starts to run to Giles’ office, screaming his name.
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Angel’s mansion
“We’re here.” Angel says and Spike looks out of the car window.
“We’re back at the bloody mansion!” The blonde cries in annoyance, shocking Xander out of the peaceful blood rush.
“Wow – you are brainy!” Connor snarls at Angel who is forced to give Connor a slap.
"Where else should we go? Do you have a better idea, Spike?"
Spike stays silent. He knows there is pretty much no other location that can shelter them for a while as good as the mansion.
The police are gone after searching through the house and finding nothing, just a fake call, not even enough to be registered in their files. So, Buffy and the others would find them… but that was always just a matter of time. Spike never believed that Willow would give up on "her" Xander. Red was going to have a hard time working her mind around the new order of things. Going to be fun. Much.
"Okay. Let's get out of the car." Angel announces and grins to himself. He's sure Connor is going to try to get away.
"Xander, how are you? Can you get out of the car?" Spike opens the door and gets out, he holds his hand out to his childe. "Come on." Drowsily, Xander looks at the hand and then grabs it, thumbs up, and lets himself be dragged out. When he's finally outside the car, he leans against Spike's hard body. His legs tremble and he doesn’t trust them to hold him up, but he trusts his sire to support him until he feels able to move on his own again.
For just a moment, Angel watches the tender scene between Spike and Xander with a mix of adoration and jealousy. Flashes of a just-as-fragile William race through his mind and again he's sad that everything between them is now so… broken.
Angel walks around his car to the passenger door to "help" Connor out of the vehicle but the youth is over on the driver's seat and out of the car in under a second.
Connor starts running as soon as his feet touch the ground. He's gaining distance so fast even Angel is impressed by the speed, before he suddenly realizes that Connor is actually running away from him. Panic grabs his heart with icy fingers. He can't lose his son. Not again. He has to get him. Hunt him. *HUNT* slams so hard through the link that even Connor feels it. It just makes him run faster. He doesn't understand anything. These people - monsters - feel so trustworthy. He feels like he belongs but it can't be… they're different somehow… just like he is but… he likes them but he shouldn't. He wonders if this is the Stockholm Syndrome already affecting him. He looks back and sees this Angel running after him. The black leather long jacket billows behind the dark man like wings. His hunter is fast, very fast.
Spike feels the call to hunt in his connection to Angel. The excitement and blood thirst of his sire drum through his emotions, nearly outweighing everything else. He closes the feelings off from Xander but the younger vampire starts struggling anyway. Spike restrains him, Xander's got power, more power than he expected but not nearly enough to throw such an experienced master vampire as Spike off. Doesn't change the fact that it pisses Spike off.
"Stop it, Xander." He says but the whelp won't hear it.
"I told you to stop it." Spike barks at Xander and grabs him by his upper arms shaking him hard. Xander starts fighting back with all his strength, growling and snarling. Spike grips him even tighter. "What the hell is wrong?!" Spike growls back, eyes golden with incomprehension and anger.
"Can't you hear it? Feel it? Master calls to hunt!" Xander cries in desperation and doubles his efforts to get away. Spike growls and shifts into his true face. His eyes sparkle with furious rage.
"Master?! I'll show you who your master is!"
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