Title: Lurking in passions shadow
Author: Reflection
E-mail: truefaith@hushmail.com
Summary: Passion - One way we think it should have went - oh if you are a xander fan best not to bother you might not like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters although I wish did, and no offence is intended to the genius that did create them. Oh we do bow at your feet o great one.
Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love.
The clarity of hatred.
The ecstasy of grief.
I watched as my beloved slayer wept. Willow was crying too, but that never gave me the same thrill as watching Buffy in pain. And that's all I really wanted. Not too much to ask for. And we all need a hobby.
I sighed with satisfaction: Productive day. But I know I can do better.
Let me see. Which of Buff's friends do I want to kill most?
Ahh...
What do we do when we run out of people to kill or maim? Turn to an old friend. Finding him wasn't a challenge. Go to the Bronze and wait long enough, you'll find any variety of man from Armani all the way down to the thing I was looking for: the Xand-man.
Out he came, dressed in. Oh, my God, orange and green?? Everyone knows that black leather is the only way to go. My little slayer always liked it. I hope she likes her next gift. She should appreciate the trouble I go to for her.
Nothing but the best for my Buff.
I grinned as I thought of the horror on their faces when they find their latest gift. I love presents.
I had become so distracted that I almost forgot to follow...it.
Humans are so mindlessly predictable. He headed straight for Cordy's. I should cut him off before he gets there. But which part? No. For this to work he has to be whole.
Before I know what I'm doing, I step out of the shadows and smile.
"Hey Xand."
He of course tried to run--moron.
It didn't take much to catch him. I laughed: "God, Xander, at least Jenny put up a fight!"
Xander, his voice shaking as much as his body, said, "You...You killed Miss Calendar?"
"Yeah, she was trying to curse me. What can I say? I think that constitutes a reason. You I just don't like. So, you're Buff's next present."
Xander said, "You couldn't just nail a puppy to her door?"
"That gets old after a couple of centuries. And everyone prefers a good maiming. Besides, it doesn't have quite the same effect. And she likes you. Not as much as she likes me, though. Does that still eat you up? Coz I'm gonna."
Xander laughed weakly. "Lame joke."
I grinned again. "Tell it to St. Peter, see if he laughs." Still grinning, I felt my game face appear. Then I ripped out his throat.
Even the taste of it made me sick. I think he was on drugs.
Buffy walked over to where Xander sat, his eyes wide, his arm propping up his head. He had been alone in the library, waiting for them.
Buffy smiled. "Hey Xander."
No response.
She reached toward him, a sense of dread telling her what would happen when she touched him. His arm fell away, his head slumped forward and he pitched onto the floor.
She turned him over, unable to believe he was dead. Breathing his name, and pushing his hair back from his forehead she was a message written in black pen.
It said simply, Love always, Angel.
She began to cry. Satisfied at last, I slipped into the shadows. That was good. But I can do better tomorrow.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we could know some kind of peace. But as long as I'm alive--Ok, undead--Buffy never will.
Feedback of any kind is welcomed!!!!!!!!
Author: Reflection
E-mail: truefaith@hushmail.com
Summary: Passion - One way we think it should have went - oh if you are a xander fan best not to bother you might not like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters although I wish did, and no offence is intended to the genius that did create them. Oh we do bow at your feet o great one.
Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love.
The clarity of hatred.
The ecstasy of grief.
I watched as my beloved slayer wept. Willow was crying too, but that never gave me the same thrill as watching Buffy in pain. And that's all I really wanted. Not too much to ask for. And we all need a hobby.
I sighed with satisfaction: Productive day. But I know I can do better.
Let me see. Which of Buff's friends do I want to kill most?
Ahh...
What do we do when we run out of people to kill or maim? Turn to an old friend. Finding him wasn't a challenge. Go to the Bronze and wait long enough, you'll find any variety of man from Armani all the way down to the thing I was looking for: the Xand-man.
Out he came, dressed in. Oh, my God, orange and green?? Everyone knows that black leather is the only way to go. My little slayer always liked it. I hope she likes her next gift. She should appreciate the trouble I go to for her.
Nothing but the best for my Buff.
I grinned as I thought of the horror on their faces when they find their latest gift. I love presents.
I had become so distracted that I almost forgot to follow...it.
Humans are so mindlessly predictable. He headed straight for Cordy's. I should cut him off before he gets there. But which part? No. For this to work he has to be whole.
Before I know what I'm doing, I step out of the shadows and smile.
"Hey Xand."
He of course tried to run--moron.
It didn't take much to catch him. I laughed: "God, Xander, at least Jenny put up a fight!"
Xander, his voice shaking as much as his body, said, "You...You killed Miss Calendar?"
"Yeah, she was trying to curse me. What can I say? I think that constitutes a reason. You I just don't like. So, you're Buff's next present."
Xander said, "You couldn't just nail a puppy to her door?"
"That gets old after a couple of centuries. And everyone prefers a good maiming. Besides, it doesn't have quite the same effect. And she likes you. Not as much as she likes me, though. Does that still eat you up? Coz I'm gonna."
Xander laughed weakly. "Lame joke."
I grinned again. "Tell it to St. Peter, see if he laughs." Still grinning, I felt my game face appear. Then I ripped out his throat.
Even the taste of it made me sick. I think he was on drugs.
Buffy walked over to where Xander sat, his eyes wide, his arm propping up his head. He had been alone in the library, waiting for them.
Buffy smiled. "Hey Xander."
No response.
She reached toward him, a sense of dread telling her what would happen when she touched him. His arm fell away, his head slumped forward and he pitched onto the floor.
She turned him over, unable to believe he was dead. Breathing his name, and pushing his hair back from his forehead she was a message written in black pen.
It said simply, Love always, Angel.
She began to cry. Satisfied at last, I slipped into the shadows. That was good. But I can do better tomorrow.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we could know some kind of peace. But as long as I'm alive--Ok, undead--Buffy never will.
Feedback of any kind is welcomed!!!!!!!!