Disclaimer: Xander unfortunately doesn't belong to me. This story was written for fun only, not profit.
Being a sixteen-year-old male, Xander was used to constant, unquenchable desire. He wanted food, he wanted sex, he wanted power. But no teenage guy ever got enough of any of these to satisfy. In Xander's case, he didn't get any of two of those. But the magnitude of those desires was nothing compared to those he currently held. Now he was little more than a mass of desires. Morals, obligations; these were alien concepts. All he was was want. And right now he wanted her.
Of course, he had always wanted her; ever since he laid on eyes on her really. He told himself it was love, seeing as he tended to have a bit of a dramatic side, but what it really was was lust. Once he got to know her, he was surprised to find she was actually interesting, funny, and a good person, but that initial feeling was nothing but lust. And that initial feeling was all that was left now, only multiplied by a hundred. He sniffed the air, smelling her, not that sweet shampoo smell that he used to love so much, but her scent. It was sweaty and dirty and strong, and he wanted it.
He headed off in the direction of the scent, but was stopped by the arrival of his pack. Without words, they told him they were going hunting. Or scavenging really, which was more up their alley. He took only a moment to decide. Food was necessary for survival. Food would come first. Buffy would be there later.
He joined the group and they stalked up the hallway of the school, the pathetic humans trembling and backing up as they passed. He was no longer one of them. For the first time in his life, he was part of a group, and a powerful one at that. He didn't know how he bore his former incarnation.
Suddenly, the principal (an arbitrary title really—no real power in that fleshy frame) stepped in front of them. "Where do you think you're going? I believe you were told to report to my office." His voice started strong, but faltered a bit when they all leaned in to sniff him, and then turned to look at each other, huge smiles plastered across their faces. "Let's go."
They followed him, their apparent obedience relaxing him a bit. When they were all packed into his office, he shut the door and went to his chair. "Now, I realize high school can be a confusing time in one's life, but to kill a defenseless--." He paused as the pack slowly moved in towards him, trapping him behind the desk. "I, um, I must ask you to step back please.
After that, Xander stopped thinking. He just gave in to instinct. And it was the most glorious feeling he had ever experienced. Not only was his hunger satiated, but he had never felt as powerful and strong as he did when he ripped the quivering vermin's arm off out of its socket. The scream that reverberated through the school was full of the kind of terror Xander had never even known possible before that moment. Of course, after hearing that, the only appropriate response was laughter.
Being a sixteen-year-old male, Xander was used to constant, unquenchable desire. He wanted food, he wanted sex, he wanted power. But no teenage guy ever got enough of any of these to satisfy. In Xander's case, he didn't get any of two of those. But the magnitude of those desires was nothing compared to those he currently held. Now he was little more than a mass of desires. Morals, obligations; these were alien concepts. All he was was want. And right now he wanted her.
Of course, he had always wanted her; ever since he laid on eyes on her really. He told himself it was love, seeing as he tended to have a bit of a dramatic side, but what it really was was lust. Once he got to know her, he was surprised to find she was actually interesting, funny, and a good person, but that initial feeling was nothing but lust. And that initial feeling was all that was left now, only multiplied by a hundred. He sniffed the air, smelling her, not that sweet shampoo smell that he used to love so much, but her scent. It was sweaty and dirty and strong, and he wanted it.
He headed off in the direction of the scent, but was stopped by the arrival of his pack. Without words, they told him they were going hunting. Or scavenging really, which was more up their alley. He took only a moment to decide. Food was necessary for survival. Food would come first. Buffy would be there later.
He joined the group and they stalked up the hallway of the school, the pathetic humans trembling and backing up as they passed. He was no longer one of them. For the first time in his life, he was part of a group, and a powerful one at that. He didn't know how he bore his former incarnation.
Suddenly, the principal (an arbitrary title really—no real power in that fleshy frame) stepped in front of them. "Where do you think you're going? I believe you were told to report to my office." His voice started strong, but faltered a bit when they all leaned in to sniff him, and then turned to look at each other, huge smiles plastered across their faces. "Let's go."
They followed him, their apparent obedience relaxing him a bit. When they were all packed into his office, he shut the door and went to his chair. "Now, I realize high school can be a confusing time in one's life, but to kill a defenseless--." He paused as the pack slowly moved in towards him, trapping him behind the desk. "I, um, I must ask you to step back please.
After that, Xander stopped thinking. He just gave in to instinct. And it was the most glorious feeling he had ever experienced. Not only was his hunger satiated, but he had never felt as powerful and strong as he did when he ripped the quivering vermin's arm off out of its socket. The scream that reverberated through the school was full of the kind of terror Xander had never even known possible before that moment. Of course, after hearing that, the only appropriate response was laughter.