Authors note: My first Buffy fic. And it's sentering around Xander, no
less. *gasp*
The timeline can be about anywhere before Willow goes bad, and after Spike
moves out of Xanders basment.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Wehdon, and I own nothing. I am
making absolutly no money on this story
Distibution: Ask, and you shall rescieve!
I Never Liked Him Much
Never liked him much. Well, I didn't! Couldn't help it, now could I? He was just plain annoying. Even Peaches felt like hitting him, soul intact and everything. He was goofy Xander, or Harris, as I like to refer to him, and his wisecracks was getting on my nerves. Whenever a situation demanded some serious attention, you could count on him cracking some stupid lameass joke. But no matter how big a pain he was, they, Red and.. /Her/, would never get mad at him. They could get irritated, but never mad. They didn't slap him around, and they never told him to go kill himself, or just leave forever. And I hated him for it.
I mean, it's not like he never did anything wrong, now is it? Not like he never killed a human being. I know what happened to Principal Flutie. And just because he was possessed, everything's all right. He's not responsible for what he did when possessed. Have they ever thought about the fact that /I'm/ possessed as well? That this little /demon/ in my head might be partially responsible for all the things I've done! And Rupert. He wasn't even possessed when he killed, but they don't know about it. I've heard of Ripper. Everyone in Great Brittan knew of him. And I know he killed. What makes them better than me? A heartbeat?
At least I had some respect for Rupert. Don't know why. Just did. Never had any respect towards monkey boy. I thought him a loser, still living in his parents basement. Hell, I've been his roomie, so I know what it's like. I wasn't exactly the roomie from heaven. I made his life as bad as I possibly could. I told him he was worthless, how much I hated his place, and him, in particulare. I was downrigth cruel to him when I was all suicidal. Still regret that one, a bit. I told him all those things, just to hide that all the equally horrible things he said to me stung. How embarresing is that, being hurt by the words of the nummy treat? So I kept telling him how worthless he was. What I didn't know, was that I wasn't the only one. Harris might not have remembered, but I'm a vampire, and have supersensetive hearing, and one day, when he returned from work, he obviously didn't sneak down into the basement fast enough. His father had caught up with him, and was telling him much of the same things I told him. Told him he was worthless. Told him he would never be anything, never do anything with his life. And I got mad. I know, me, the Big Bad, mad at someone for putting the glorofied brick.layer down! It's been building up slowly since that time. This realisation. And now, I finally see. He's not worthless at all. If anything he's the best of us. Beacouse he's a regulare Joe. Normal guy, no superpower, no magic, not to bright. He's just Alexander Harris. But still he goes out there, fighting the fight, every day. Fighting vampires much stronger than him, beacause he knows someone has to. He's faced more than one apocalypse, and if I know the story right, he had to stake his own best friend, when he was turned. (No wonder he hates me, the very image of what took his best friend). He's still going strong. Still fighting. He's the only one of us who never ran away. Sometimes, I think he's the strongest of us all. And I respect him. Not that I'll ever tell him, of course.
Authors note: Please, some feedback would be great, and don't flame. My writing is a personal thing, so keep it above th
I Never Liked Him Much
Never liked him much. Well, I didn't! Couldn't help it, now could I? He was just plain annoying. Even Peaches felt like hitting him, soul intact and everything. He was goofy Xander, or Harris, as I like to refer to him, and his wisecracks was getting on my nerves. Whenever a situation demanded some serious attention, you could count on him cracking some stupid lameass joke. But no matter how big a pain he was, they, Red and.. /Her/, would never get mad at him. They could get irritated, but never mad. They didn't slap him around, and they never told him to go kill himself, or just leave forever. And I hated him for it.
I mean, it's not like he never did anything wrong, now is it? Not like he never killed a human being. I know what happened to Principal Flutie. And just because he was possessed, everything's all right. He's not responsible for what he did when possessed. Have they ever thought about the fact that /I'm/ possessed as well? That this little /demon/ in my head might be partially responsible for all the things I've done! And Rupert. He wasn't even possessed when he killed, but they don't know about it. I've heard of Ripper. Everyone in Great Brittan knew of him. And I know he killed. What makes them better than me? A heartbeat?
At least I had some respect for Rupert. Don't know why. Just did. Never had any respect towards monkey boy. I thought him a loser, still living in his parents basement. Hell, I've been his roomie, so I know what it's like. I wasn't exactly the roomie from heaven. I made his life as bad as I possibly could. I told him he was worthless, how much I hated his place, and him, in particulare. I was downrigth cruel to him when I was all suicidal. Still regret that one, a bit. I told him all those things, just to hide that all the equally horrible things he said to me stung. How embarresing is that, being hurt by the words of the nummy treat? So I kept telling him how worthless he was. What I didn't know, was that I wasn't the only one. Harris might not have remembered, but I'm a vampire, and have supersensetive hearing, and one day, when he returned from work, he obviously didn't sneak down into the basement fast enough. His father had caught up with him, and was telling him much of the same things I told him. Told him he was worthless. Told him he would never be anything, never do anything with his life. And I got mad. I know, me, the Big Bad, mad at someone for putting the glorofied brick.layer down! It's been building up slowly since that time. This realisation. And now, I finally see. He's not worthless at all. If anything he's the best of us. Beacouse he's a regulare Joe. Normal guy, no superpower, no magic, not to bright. He's just Alexander Harris. But still he goes out there, fighting the fight, every day. Fighting vampires much stronger than him, beacause he knows someone has to. He's faced more than one apocalypse, and if I know the story right, he had to stake his own best friend, when he was turned. (No wonder he hates me, the very image of what took his best friend). He's still going strong. Still fighting. He's the only one of us who never ran away. Sometimes, I think he's the strongest of us all. And I respect him. Not that I'll ever tell him, of course.
Authors note: Please, some feedback would be great, and don't flame. My writing is a personal thing, so keep it above th