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This is an idea I came up with on the fly, i was thinking about Nightcrawler's heritage and as per my usual tendencies involved Xander. I hope you enjoy this brain child of my insanity.

Demon and the Witch

A Demon

It had been three weeks since I had left Sunnydale. Three weeks without friends. Three weeks alone in the dark. Three weeks since I had become a demon.

In the dark I flew silently, high enough that no one would be alerted to my presence. I wasn't always a demon, I was once a normal human being, as normal as the helper to a Vampire slayer can be. My Name is Alexander Harris. I am a demon. This is my story.


I was called Xander from the second day of Kindergarten onward. I was christened this by my best friend Willow, a cute little brilliant redhead. Now she likely thinks I am good as dead. In our freshman year of high school we met a girl by the name of Buffy Summers. She was the Vampire Slayer. The chosen one, the only one in her generation capable of fighting off the forces of darkness. I even thought I loved her. Now she hates me, don't worry it's mutual. Me and Willow had a third friend, Jesse. A genuinely good person, bit distracted but good. She got him killed. At first I wrote it off as this is war and she's alone some people will die. Not anymore, I know why a slayer works alone, It is because they cannot accept that they are weak enough to need help, they are alphas true blue alphas. Willow and I joined Buffy in her crusade against evil, ignorant to that truth, under the wise tutelage of Rubert Giles. The Master, the big bad vampire of the week, decided to attack us one day, conveniently the day when we were sure to be safe and not to be attacked, I refer to this as the Massacre of Halloween. Bit off considering no one died, but that is the last day of my normal life. You see just because demons tend to not to something doesn't mean that includes all demons, like the really evil crafty ones. We were overrun, the library we were in had about as much space taken up by vampires as books. Soon enough, Buffy and I were the only thing stopping them from killing Giles and Willow and possibly ending the world.

Then I fell. It was quick a vampire got a swipe to my head and pulled me in. I felt a pinch in my neck and calm. Then the Rage came. That's my only name for it. I saw red and a pain in my back, I felt my bones shift and grow my body itched like new skin and claws grew from my fingers and toes halfway through my clothes ripped leaving me with pants. Wings grew from my back, I felt markings engrave themselves in my flesh. I released and I killed. It is a little known fact that any wound caused by a weapon of demonic origin on a vampire is fatal. I didn't but I do now. The next thing I remember is standing over Willow fresh dust settling. Buffy was staring, with fear in her eyes. She tensed anger in her eyes now. I felt the oppression of her the alpha presence I felt the urge to submit or run. She uttered the word, "Demon". I growled an unnatural hate rising, I felt my instincts take over and leapt. I flapped my wings and shot out of her range as she lunged I kept going and broke through the skylight.

I flew for another half hour until I found the shore and reached a cove in a cliff face, normally unreachable. I regained my senses as the rage died down; I looked at myself in a puddle formed in the stone by the tide. My skin was black with markings covering it like natural tattoos. I had wings, large bat-like wings. I saw a tail with a bone-like barb at the end. I waved it, it was prehensile. The claws that I had used to dust the vampires seemed to have receded. I had gained a lot of muscle mass. I noticed my eyes, they had to be the most noticeable change of them all; the coronas were black now, with red irises and slit pupils. I guess that Buffy was right. I was a demon. The thing I hated most, I felt anger and depression onset with that realization. Maybe I can convince them I'm good like Angel, that I have a soul.

I stood and realized that I'd never really thought of how to fly before and when I was flying previously it was by instinct. I had some running room in the cave so I backed up and spread my wings. I broke out in a run, hitting all fours but not overbalancing like a normal human. When I reached the end of the cove I leaped up and flapped, I was gaining altitude fairly well over the sea. I turned back inland and started to the school.

When I flew by instinct I took half an hour but this time it took me a whole hour to get back with directions and thought processes in the way. I landed near the skylight and crept up to it careful of my shadow. I listened into what was being said. "He's a demon now, I've got to kill him, same as a vampire, I'm the slayer it's my duty." It was Buffy. "You are correct, you are the slayer, but he's gone and we don't know what kind of demon he is or how to find him." Giles this time. I peered over the hole; I saw them in the library, Buffy standing with Giles glaring at him. Giles was rubbing glasses probably trying to figure out what happened. Willow was sitting stock still and straight utterly silent. She seemed blank, not thinking, barely breathing. I was worried for her. Then the nail in the coffin. "Giles! Up there, there he is! In the skylight! Come on!" Buffy yelled, she had noticed me, Willow's head whipped to face me and our eyes locked. I saw desperation and fear and longing and hope. Then I turned, they wouldn't accept me, I needed to run. I'd find a way to talk to Willow again but it wouldn't be soon. I started running and flew east out of Sunnydale. I would never come back.

In the next three weeks I learned several important things. First, I could digest raw meat. Second, I could change form. I learned this when I woke up in country outside LA with my human body intact. I could switch between them at will which was nice for blending in, though I had no shirt. Third, I shouldn't turn into my raging form, I will destroy anything, friend or foe. Sure claws are nice, but they aren't worth the cost of someone's life. Lastly, I can sense things, like people, animal, demons. That's how I got here; I'd fly high during the day and appear as a bird in the sky, or just walk, though people get scared by my eyes which stay red though the coronas turn white again. During night I'd hunt forests for small game or cows in farms.

So that's roughly how I lived for the past three weeks, my pants were raggedy by now and I desperately need a shower. I sensed a cow in the field and dove to find it. That when I got the surprise of a lifetime. I found someone. With the cow, that I didn't sense. At no time during the last three weeks have I not sensed someone or something. So I was surprised, to say the least. I saw a large silhouette in the minimal light of the full moon. I couldn't tell anything about his features. "Who are you?" I demanded.

"A friend, that wants to help you and others like you."

"Others like me? I'm a demon, and I've found no one else of my species in the skies, what do you mean?" I scoffed.

"So, you believe what the unwashed masses have said about you, my child, you are what is called Homo Superior, the next step in humanity's evolution. But we are misunderstood, hated even for what we can do, that is why I seek to help you." Xander's eyes widened as this, Willow had told him about mutant, people with weird powers and how they were mistreated. In fact, some of the stories that Willow told him involve, massive rapid body changes.

"Okay, I believe you, but what can you do for me, if you are so willing to help little old me?"

"Provide a home, food and clothing, education. Make your life a better thing. There is a school that specializes in helping mutants join the world and I will help you attend."

"Okay, what's the cost? Nothing's free you know."

"Simply after graduating, I need soldiers, there is a reckoning coming and we must be prepared. Also I need you to watch someone who will be attending there with you, keep them out of trouble if you will.'

"Okay, I'll take it, how do we do this?"

"First, I need custody of you, do you have a name? Or are you only demon?"

"Alexander Harris, but I have no desire to have my father's name, can I change it?"

"It actually makes things easier if you do. Do you have a name in mind?"

"No, but I bet you do?"

"Carry my name, I have a feeling you are a worthy successor."

"What is your name, then?"

"Lehnsherr"

"Where will we go now, Mr. Lehnsherr?

"First what should I call you, or is Alexander fine?"

"Yes, now where?" Alexander said slightly irritably.

"D.C. and you may call me Erik, though in private, I prefer Magneto." He stepped closer and I could see his clothing, or armor. He wore a red helm and plate mail. Despite the weight of the armor he carried it with ease. His voice belayed his age though. He held his hand out and three metal orbs out rose. One broke off and expanded it opened and was hollow.

"If you would enter, please?" Magneto prompted.

"How are you able to you this?" Alexander asked as he reverted to his human form, his wings wouldn't fit, and stepped into the orb.

"I can control the forces of magnetism to my will, as I said mutants are often feared and hated for their abilities."

"I understand"

The orb closed.