To Save A Vampire
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Adult +
Chapters:
18
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17,908
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39
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Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
As the three cars pulled up in front of the house, Xander started to have a panic attack. His breathing became rapid and erratic and his heartbeat sped up to such a degree that Angel thought he was going to have a heart attack.
Angel quickly looked around and found a brown paper bag for him to breathe into to slow down his breathing and to concentrate on something other than what they were going to do.
By this time the others had surrounded Angel’s car, concern for Xander clearly written on their faces.
“Are you sure you want to do this tonight? We can come back another time,” Giles asked.
“I..I..I.. h-h-have to go inside and face this. I need my stuff, and I need to face this monster that calls itself my father,” explained Xander haltingly.
Nodding their understanding, the group parted so that Xander could lead the way up to the front door. Not even bothering to knock, he opened the door by slamming it back against the wall, making sure no one was hiding behind the door.
With a lot of sarcasm in his voice, all of it forced, he hollered, “Father dearest, your number one son is HOOOMMMEEE!!!!”
Turning around, he gestured, “You both may come in, Angel and Vic.” Thus letting the vampires into the house as well. Both of them could still smell the blood and fear in the air from when Xander was here last, most strongly coming from the basement.
“What the hell are you doing back here, faggot?” yelled Tony Harris as he came charging down the stairs at the group.
Xander quickly backed up in fear until he hit Angel’s chest, and he took a cleansing deep breath, and he steeled his nerves.
“And what the hell happened to you? What the hell is wrong with your hair and eyes? How did you get all healed up so quick like?” Tony wanted to know. “No matter, this just means we can have more fun down in the basement after your fruity friends leave,” he snarled.
Xander just curled back into Angel’s chest and whimpered, even as he felt Angel’s arm come around and hold him. Xander could feel the rage that was thrumming inside Angel, and as it came off the others as well. It was almost a palpable thing in the room.
“So this is the boyfriend you stole from that blonde chick from the other night,” Tony sneered. “Right cuddlesome, isn’t he.”
With that, Xander stood up. He could be attacked and hurt but don’t start on his friends, or soon to be lover.
“Y-Y-You leave your tongue and mitts off my Angel. I stand by and let you do things to me, but don’t start on my friends,” stammered out Xander, trying to put on a braver front than he felt.
Laughing, Tony said, “And like what are you going to do about it, sissy boy?” as he continued to laugh.
Without thinking Xander started to chant, and a solid wave left his hands, knocking Tony Harris head over heels, until the wall stopped him. Standing up, and shaking his head, “What the fuck was that,” he snarled.
Seeing what was going on, Angel motioned the others back against the front of the house, he had a feeling that all hell was about to break out, and this time Xander would come out on top, but he had to do it himself, without them interfering.
With a new stance, and a slight gleam in his eyes that bordered on insanity, he waved a hand, and Tony flew straight up and crashed into the ceiling, causing years of dirt and dust to fall to the floor, and an “oomph” from Harris as the air left his lungs in a rush. Releasing his father, Xander watched with cold eyes as he fell to the floor with a belly flop that would have frat houses world wide in awe.
Xander could hear his mother coming down the stairs screeching and yelling about what was going on, knowing he couldn’t hurt his mother Xander turned to Joyce and the other ladies with him, “If you ladies wouldn’t mind keeping her upstairs and busy for awhile, you have permission for anything short of death, have fun,” he told them with a evil smile.
The ladies led by Joyce quickly stormed the stairs and took Mrs. Harris back up them to her bedroom, where after a door slam, she and her screams and yells were muffled.
Xander was about to give back for all those years that he had been abused, oh he wasn’t going to kill his parents, but before the night was over, he will have traveled a long way down the therapy path.
After a couple of hours, with a few ideas from Ripper, Vic and Angelus, Xander was done. His father was alive, and would live. Xander even went as far as healing him, but not as far as Willow did for him. Tony Harris would always carry the scars of his ordeal on his body and face, and crooked bones. No amount of surgery, plastic or otherwise will ever correct what is now etched into his body.
Without looking back he headed up to his parents room, to deal with his mother. He knew that she was just as abused as he was, but she never stopped any of it from happening to her child, nor later as it got worse. For this Xander could not forgive, and he felt she had to pay a little, not like his father, but still pay.
He walked to the door, and with a little bit of magic mastership, he blew the door open so it would slam against the bedroom wall. Startling everyone in the room. Xander found the ladies watching TV, while his mother cowered into the corner with a black eye, and looking like she went a few round with the WWE ladies of the night.
“Mother dearest, it is time I faced you,” Xander said sadly.
“Please Alex, don’t hurt me, you know I was abused as you were,” she begged.
“Yes you were, up till the time you started to trade me in for your abuse. Yours slacked, but mine grew longer and harder to bear. I can’t bring myself to forgive you, but neither can I make myself to severely punish you, so I will do it this way,” Xander simply replied.
As he watched his mother cringe, and draw into herself, he began chanting in a small voice:
Mother you did not care
Protection you wouldn’t dare
From this moment on you will gain
Immortality for all the pain
On your mind from this day forth
Will be the neglect of one you gave birth
The sorrow, pain, loneliness, and thoughts of death
Will be with you everyday until sun’s last breath
You will see in your sleep and dreams
Nightmares under moonlight beams
The love you should have gave to me
Will be turn against you, for all to see
When he was done, his hair flashed silver as did his eyes, and his mother screamed as the meaning of the spell became clear in her mind.
“What did you do to her,” Joyce wanted to know.
“Basically I have made her immortal, made so that the neglect of me will always be in front of her mind, and the love she should have gave to me will be turned against her as long as she lives. In short she will live and be unloved forever. Every hand will be turned against her, and all will see or sense she is unworthy of their attention,” Xander replied grimly.
After thinking about for a few minutes, Joyce, Willow and Dawn thought about it, nodding their heads headed out of the room and back downstairs.
With Angel and Vic’s help Xander began collecting his things. Xander was right, the visible items were already destroyed. But he wasn’t so worried about them. The hidden stuff was worth a hundred times more to him.
But the time the hidden caches were cleaned out, and everything assembled on the front table, there was quite a collection of first print comics, most autographed, and close to $5,000 in cash that was socked away in different places around the house. Plus a ton of photos of Xander, Willow, and Jessie, who was identified by Willow as she looked through them as they started to stack up. All in all there was 3 medium sized boxes of stuff to be lunged back to Xander’s new home, plus a box Xander refused anyone to look into. In fact he kept total control of the big box, and refused Angel with 5 feet of it.
As the three cars pulled up in front of the house, Xander started to have a panic attack. His breathing became rapid and erratic and his heartbeat sped up to such a degree that Angel thought he was going to have a heart attack.
Angel quickly looked around and found a brown paper bag for him to breathe into to slow down his breathing and to concentrate on something other than what they were going to do.
By this time the others had surrounded Angel’s car, concern for Xander clearly written on their faces.
“Are you sure you want to do this tonight? We can come back another time,” Giles asked.
“I..I..I.. h-h-have to go inside and face this. I need my stuff, and I need to face this monster that calls itself my father,” explained Xander haltingly.
Nodding their understanding, the group parted so that Xander could lead the way up to the front door. Not even bothering to knock, he opened the door by slamming it back against the wall, making sure no one was hiding behind the door.
With a lot of sarcasm in his voice, all of it forced, he hollered, “Father dearest, your number one son is HOOOMMMEEE!!!!”
Turning around, he gestured, “You both may come in, Angel and Vic.” Thus letting the vampires into the house as well. Both of them could still smell the blood and fear in the air from when Xander was here last, most strongly coming from the basement.
“What the hell are you doing back here, faggot?” yelled Tony Harris as he came charging down the stairs at the group.
Xander quickly backed up in fear until he hit Angel’s chest, and he took a cleansing deep breath, and he steeled his nerves.
“And what the hell happened to you? What the hell is wrong with your hair and eyes? How did you get all healed up so quick like?” Tony wanted to know. “No matter, this just means we can have more fun down in the basement after your fruity friends leave,” he snarled.
Xander just curled back into Angel’s chest and whimpered, even as he felt Angel’s arm come around and hold him. Xander could feel the rage that was thrumming inside Angel, and as it came off the others as well. It was almost a palpable thing in the room.
“So this is the boyfriend you stole from that blonde chick from the other night,” Tony sneered. “Right cuddlesome, isn’t he.”
With that, Xander stood up. He could be attacked and hurt but don’t start on his friends, or soon to be lover.
“Y-Y-You leave your tongue and mitts off my Angel. I stand by and let you do things to me, but don’t start on my friends,” stammered out Xander, trying to put on a braver front than he felt.
Laughing, Tony said, “And like what are you going to do about it, sissy boy?” as he continued to laugh.
Without thinking Xander started to chant, and a solid wave left his hands, knocking Tony Harris head over heels, until the wall stopped him. Standing up, and shaking his head, “What the fuck was that,” he snarled.
Seeing what was going on, Angel motioned the others back against the front of the house, he had a feeling that all hell was about to break out, and this time Xander would come out on top, but he had to do it himself, without them interfering.
With a new stance, and a slight gleam in his eyes that bordered on insanity, he waved a hand, and Tony flew straight up and crashed into the ceiling, causing years of dirt and dust to fall to the floor, and an “oomph” from Harris as the air left his lungs in a rush. Releasing his father, Xander watched with cold eyes as he fell to the floor with a belly flop that would have frat houses world wide in awe.
Xander could hear his mother coming down the stairs screeching and yelling about what was going on, knowing he couldn’t hurt his mother Xander turned to Joyce and the other ladies with him, “If you ladies wouldn’t mind keeping her upstairs and busy for awhile, you have permission for anything short of death, have fun,” he told them with a evil smile.
The ladies led by Joyce quickly stormed the stairs and took Mrs. Harris back up them to her bedroom, where after a door slam, she and her screams and yells were muffled.
Xander was about to give back for all those years that he had been abused, oh he wasn’t going to kill his parents, but before the night was over, he will have traveled a long way down the therapy path.
After a couple of hours, with a few ideas from Ripper, Vic and Angelus, Xander was done. His father was alive, and would live. Xander even went as far as healing him, but not as far as Willow did for him. Tony Harris would always carry the scars of his ordeal on his body and face, and crooked bones. No amount of surgery, plastic or otherwise will ever correct what is now etched into his body.
Without looking back he headed up to his parents room, to deal with his mother. He knew that she was just as abused as he was, but she never stopped any of it from happening to her child, nor later as it got worse. For this Xander could not forgive, and he felt she had to pay a little, not like his father, but still pay.
He walked to the door, and with a little bit of magic mastership, he blew the door open so it would slam against the bedroom wall. Startling everyone in the room. Xander found the ladies watching TV, while his mother cowered into the corner with a black eye, and looking like she went a few round with the WWE ladies of the night.
“Mother dearest, it is time I faced you,” Xander said sadly.
“Please Alex, don’t hurt me, you know I was abused as you were,” she begged.
“Yes you were, up till the time you started to trade me in for your abuse. Yours slacked, but mine grew longer and harder to bear. I can’t bring myself to forgive you, but neither can I make myself to severely punish you, so I will do it this way,” Xander simply replied.
As he watched his mother cringe, and draw into herself, he began chanting in a small voice:
Mother you did not care
Protection you wouldn’t dare
From this moment on you will gain
Immortality for all the pain
On your mind from this day forth
Will be the neglect of one you gave birth
The sorrow, pain, loneliness, and thoughts of death
Will be with you everyday until sun’s last breath
You will see in your sleep and dreams
Nightmares under moonlight beams
The love you should have gave to me
Will be turn against you, for all to see
When he was done, his hair flashed silver as did his eyes, and his mother screamed as the meaning of the spell became clear in her mind.
“What did you do to her,” Joyce wanted to know.
“Basically I have made her immortal, made so that the neglect of me will always be in front of her mind, and the love she should have gave to me will be turned against her as long as she lives. In short she will live and be unloved forever. Every hand will be turned against her, and all will see or sense she is unworthy of their attention,” Xander replied grimly.
After thinking about for a few minutes, Joyce, Willow and Dawn thought about it, nodding their heads headed out of the room and back downstairs.
With Angel and Vic’s help Xander began collecting his things. Xander was right, the visible items were already destroyed. But he wasn’t so worried about them. The hidden stuff was worth a hundred times more to him.
But the time the hidden caches were cleaned out, and everything assembled on the front table, there was quite a collection of first print comics, most autographed, and close to $5,000 in cash that was socked away in different places around the house. Plus a ton of photos of Xander, Willow, and Jessie, who was identified by Willow as she looked through them as they started to stack up. All in all there was 3 medium sized boxes of stuff to be lunged back to Xander’s new home, plus a box Xander refused anyone to look into. In fact he kept total control of the big box, and refused Angel with 5 feet of it.