To Save A Vampire

Chapter Fourteen

As Angel approached his bedroom, he could feel Xander already there, he had a slightly elevated heart rate. As he walked in he smiled and tried to calm Xander, “We won’t do anything your not comfortable with, even if it just means holding each other.”

He could see Xander visible relax at these words, and Xander smiled shyly at him. Angel began undressing slowly so as not to spook the young man, stopping at his boxers, and walked to the other side of the bed and slid in. As he waited there for Xander’s next move, he noticed he was the only one in bed with any type of clothing on. Maybe I won’t have as much trouble as I think I will, thought Angel.

Xander appreciated that Angel was waiting for him to make the first moves again. He was unsure where he wanted this to go tonight, so he decided to go back to step one. Kissing.

Scooting over so he could reach Angel better, Xander slowly reached up and caressed the side of Angel’s head, and as Angel leaned into it you could almost hear a soft purring sound start.

Xander reached up slowly, sliding his hand behind the left ear of Angel’s head, and drew his lips down to meet his. The kiss was slow and sweet, and as Xander pulled back Angel could see the tip of Xander’s tongue trying to capture his taste off the boy’s lips. Seeing that this didn’t scare Xander before, Angel changed into his demon form, and shyly looked at Xander.

Xander knew what Angel was asking, and to show that he wasn’t scared or timid with the vampiric image, Xander leaned in again, and kissed Angel, only this time it was Angel who cut his tongue and shared the bitter sweet taste of blood with Xander.

At first Xander was a bit startled at what Angel did, but he did not pull back, instead he grabbed hold of the tongue, and sucked on the cut to capture as much as he could. This enlisted a groan from Angel, and he dove in for a hard kiss, and his hands explored Xander’s chest. Angel made sure that his hands stayed above the abs, and he did gentle exploring until Xander indicated he was ready for more.

After a few more kisses, some passionate, some lust filled, and other sweet and chaste, Xander pulled back. Looking into Angel’s eyes, hoping that the vampire understood, he began.

“Angel, I know it’s not fair to you, but I’m not ready to go further, please understand.”

Sighing, and taking a deep breath to get control of himself, “Xander I perfectly well understand where you’re coming from and I will wait for as long as you need, but don’t forget we are on a time table here.”

“Ya, I know, I’m working on this problem the best I can, but it is going to take time, but I will do my best to over come the conditioning my father gave me, and the horror of that night,” promised a soul weary Xander.

Grabbing the young man’s chin, “Listen, you get over nothing for me or the others, you get over it for yourself. We do have some time, not a lot, but some, and in the mean time you drive me made with need, it wouldn’t be any different than the other times you tried to drive me mad,” Angel said with a grin.

Kissing Angel once, more, and chuckling, Xander reached over and turned off the light and curled up to sleep. The last words Angel heard that night was “Thank you”, just before the snores started. Angel just groaned and covered his head.


Xander was the first one up in the morning, and as he made his way down the stairs, he noticed something was off. Then it hit him, he was feeling the weakened magical shield around the mansion. He could literally see the holes in the defensive structure, and he knew that they needed to be fixed and soon.

As he made his way into the kitchen he decided to make everyone waffles this morning, and set about doing so, he also fried three different types of meat to go with the wide variety of taste in the mansion.

He was on his fourth batch, the others in the oven to keep warm, when the first signs of life showed up, well sorta, it was Vic who appeared first.

“Hey, Vic glad to see you’re the first up. I really wanted to thank you for the other night and the help since then. I know it is out of character for a vampire to do what you are doing so it really means something to me that your able to do it for me,” rambled Xander in an imitation of Willow at her best.

“Whoa, slow down there. First your welcome, second I don’t think I am a normal vampire. As long as I can be of use here I will stay.”

“No, I don’t think you get what Angel did. When he offered you blood clan, you became part of our little family, and your not getting out of it so easily as “well they don’t need me any more.” You’re always welcome to live with us, and not as a servant but as an equal. Right now your status is minion, only because of your age and strength, but given time you can and should reach Master level if you survive that long.”

“Now as for how I can reward you, I wanted to give your soul back, but since you’re a minion you might not survive the spell let alone getting your soul back and all the guilt that goes with it. So I am stumped on how to reward you, any ideas?”

“I really need nothing right now, so lets just set aside the reward thing until later, maybe you could return the favor someday of saving my unlife,” smiled Vic, mentally shuddering at the whole soul thing.

“Okay, you got a deal. Meanwhile you know where breakfast is, I’d get it for you but I am busy with the living’s breakfast this morning.”

As they both continued on with their morning, the various member’s began wondering in, drawn by the smell of food and coffee. Angel was the last to arrive, mumbling something about this not being vampire hours, and he needed to have a talk with someone about a change in careers.

After breakfast was done, and Joyce and Dawn volunteered to clean up, the
whole group sat around the table sipping morning drinks, depending on their inclination.

“Okay, we have everything sorted out, and we know all out parts, what is there left to do before tonight? Anyone can speak up,” Xander said starting the conversation.

“Well…. How do I put this right, okay here it goes…… Xander you need to go shopping and get clothes that would put in the status of a consort to be. The clothes you have know would be an insult to Angelus, and most if not all of vampirism society.”

“Just because I don’t dress in yards of dead cow doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to dress. I promise you I will have the appropriate clothing for tonight, I’ll even get ready in enough time to so if you don’t like you can send me out to get what you want me in, deal?”

“Deal,” agreed Angel.

After that the group broke up to their various activities, Giles taking the Summer women back home to get a change of clothes and other necessities for an extended stay, plus to see if Buffy made it home yet from her nightly patrol/temper tantrum from last night.

Angel and Vic went back to bed, since it was still their bedtime, leaving Willow and Xander all alone in the mansion.

After making sure that everyone was gone or asleep, Xander turned towards Willow, and said, “Lets go, time I spent some of that money I have saved up. Angel wants a submissive consort tonight, Angel is going to get a submissive consort tonight.”

Giggling a Willow quickly grab her purse and followed Xander seeing where he was going to go. Unbeknownst to Willow, Xander knew exactly where to go and what to get for tonight. First stop a BDSM store on the sleazier side of town that catered to both humans and demons.

As they went in, an old fashion bell jingled in the door, alerting the storeowner he had customers. Right away you could tell he was not human, but that didn’t bother Xander, though it did freak Willow out how at ease he seemed to be with life on the other side of the tracks so to speak.

“Hey, Rfus, how’s tricks?” Xander said.

“Ah, Xndr, nice to see you again, what can I do for you this time. Another toy, more leather, how about a silver collar this time?”

As Willow gasped with her mouth left opened, Xander just chuckled, “No, we’re not here for toys this time, I am here for a complete make over, and don’t put away the silver collar just yet it might come in handy.”

“What are you up to this time my young friend?” Rfus asked with a raised spiked eyebrow.

“Well a prophecy has me hooking up with Angelus as his new consort,” Xander started. At this Rfus drew in a hissing breath. “And you need a make over so you can slip out of town, right?”

“NO, No, I plan on going through with the marriage, I am just marrying Angel not Angelus, but tonight everyone must think he is Angelus, and I must dress the part of a dutiful but submissive consort for him, and that my man, is where you and your shop come in.”

“Ahh, you must be meeting Gustin tonight, there are rumors on the street about him spreading tales about Angelus to the slayer in hopes of having those two take each other out.”

“So we have gathered, but that is for later, what do you have for me tonight?”

“Well lets start with the silver spiked collar I taunted you with before, the only problem it must be put on by your consort, and can only be taken off by him/her.”

“Not a problem, Angel can do it tonight. Now lets look for a shirt of some type.”

“I have the perfect thing to go with the collar, it is a metal mesh shirt, looks like it should weight a ton but doesn’t, and offers a great deal of protection to the chest area and abdomen should the night turn a little rougher than you thought it would.”

“I’ll take it, and now for the pants,” Xander continued.

“I just have a shipment in of a very fine leather, but please don’t ask me what it is made of, you might not like it then, I will just let you know it’s not human okay?”

Gulping, Xander just nodded his head, and accepted the pants.

“Now lets see for accessories, a left tie on arm band, and silver arm band with spike for the right arm, and then we will work on your make up, go try everything on so we can see how it all fits.”

“Okay,” and like a kid in a candy store Xander hurried off to try on his new clothes, minus the collar.

“So, you must be Wllw, that he has told me so much about,” Rfus said turning towards a still shocked witch.

“AAAA, yes, I am,” she replied as she shook her head to clear the cobwebs out of it.

“What did I just see, that was not my friend Xander, my friend is innocent sweet and no nothing of leather made with other skin than cow,” she yammered on.

‘No, what you just saw was your friend, having a good time being himself for a change. Xndr has always been fond of my store because he could come in and play fantasy, take home a few pieces that he could hide, and put on another mask when he met you and your friends.”

“Your young friend is very use to masks, and is very fond of using them to protect not only himself but others as well. Here he could drop the masks a little, and show me his true self, and I must say, it is better than all his masks combined.”

As silent tears trailed down her face, Willow nodded finally understanding some of the things about her friend that she never could put together before. In order to protect her from the danger of his home and his life, he gave her the goofy joker mask, and now she just saw the little boy still under the mask, but peeking out in the store.

Quickly drying her tears as she heard Xander coming back, Willow stood tall, and vowed to destroy all those mask so the real Xander would come out and play, and live for the first time as a whole person.

“Oh, Rfus this stuff is great, I think I need a smaller size in the pants, they’re not quit snug enough across the ass, and little loose in the crotch area. We want everything to be seen tonight, and commented on.”

Willow just rolled her eyes behind Xander’s head, and Rfus had a hard time not laughing. “Here you go a smaller size, now go and change back into your normal clothes, and we will work on your make up. We won’t put it on, but with your friend’s help tonight you should look smashing.”

“Ok,” as a giddy Xander ran back into the changing room, and got changed.

“Now that he is gone, I am thinking over some colors for his make up. I suggest something simple, kohl to outline the eyes, and a silver base on the eyelids to catch the light to make his eyes sparkle. OH, this is too good, I finally have a reason to get him into ear rings,” Rfus said with an evil twinkle, and Willow just laughed.

After paying the bill which had shocked Willow but not Xander, he knew that the prices here were steep but worth it, because the merchandise had the reputation of lasting forever, even going as far as repairing minor rips and tears on its own.

By the time the duo made it back to the mansion, Giles and the ladies, with Buffy, were back, and Willow joined them as Xander went up and put the stuff in Willow’s room, where he would be getting ready to go, and decided to relax in a warm bath until it was time to get ready.

“Exactly where have you to been this afternoon,” Giles mildly inquired.

“Not sure exactly, but we went to a leather fetish store, and I saw another side of Xander that I didn’t know existed, and a few more windows opened into our young friends psyche that I am not sure how to handle, yet.”

“What do you mean Willow,” asked Joyce.

“Well it was explained to me that what we all have been seeing of Xander is nothing more than a series of masks, sometimes masks on masks. That only when he is around people in a safe environment, does the masks even drop a little. IT seems he does this to protect himself and us from some rather unpleasant trauma.”

“Good Lord, It is a wonder the dear boy hasn’t gone quite bonkers from all the juggling he has had to do,” muttered Giles in an appalled voice.

“I guess he has been doing it so long that it is second nature to him, the question is though what are we going to do about it,” inquired Dawn.

“Right now nothing, we need him as is until this prophecy thing is over and done with, if we try to see behind the masks, we could have a crazed magic user on the Hellmouth. We will need both Angel, and lord help me here, Spike to help keep his control intact.”

With that they all agreed nothing more was to be said until after things had settled down to a somewhat normal life for them.