Title: The Choice (1/2)
Author: Saturn Girl
Email: saturngirl9@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Second season
Pairing: D/X and A/C
Rating: R for violence, language, sexual content
Warnings: Dark Fic...Character death, implied rape
Summary: AU. Xander is captured by Angelus and Drusilla.
Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for a few minutes, that's all. Feedback is welcome, but keep in mind I'm still pretty new at this.
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Reeling from a strong blow, Xander fell to the floor and let out a pained moan. He writhed against the tight cords binding his wrists behind his back, and tried to distance himself from the dark figure standing above him.
"Perhaps you didn't hear me very well the first time. Let's recap, shall we?" The vampire enunciated his words carefully as he addressed the fallen Slayerette.
"Exactly what method of torture do you find the most excruciating, Harris? Your choices are A) burning, B) slashing, C) bone-crushing, or D) getting the shit knocked out of you with a blunt instrument. C'mon...you've had plenty of first hand demonstrations to help you decide on your answer, so let's hear it!" He punctuated his request with a vicious kick to Xander's stomach.
Groaning in pain, the youth replied, "I choose E)... Fuck you and your multiple choice quiz, Dead Boy." His voice hoarse and dry from screaming, Xander gathered all his resources to spit at the vampire when he leaned down to grab the young man by the throat.
The vampire laughed as he wiped Xander's bloody saliva from his cheek, and tasted it. "Yum. Makes me really hungry for dinner, boy." He backhanded the youth, sending him sprawling into the nearby arms of Drusilla. "And the name is Angelus," he corrected. "I know you've always been a slow learner, Harris, but I'll keep working on you until you learn to address me with the proper respect."
"Naughty boy. Spitting at Daddy will only make him more cross with you. Don't you want to play nice with us, kitten?" cooed Drusilla, as she caressed Xander's bruised and bloodied bare chest.
Xander flinched away from her touch. "Get the hell away from me!" Ignoring his protests, Drusilla pulled the struggling young man closer, and lapped at the blood trailing from his split lip. With a growl, she kissed him hungrily, losing herself in the coppery sweetness of his mouth. With effort, Xander was finally able to break away from the kiss, and he gasped for breath.
"Mmmm...Angelus is right. You're such a lovely boy, so tasty. Miss Edith is very pleased that Daddy brought you to us. We do so enjoy our playtime with you, my precious one." Drusilla lazily slid her hand down his chest, snaking her way down to the top button of his pants.
"No!" Xander jerked his body as far away from the vampire as he could. "Get away from me, you psycho! I'm not your damn anatomically correct Ken doll!"
"So willful. So defiant. Daddy will teach you how to behave." Drusilla grinned as Xander tried to fend off her advances, a near impossible task with his hands still tied.
"Harris, you always were a pain in the ass," chuckled Angelus as he moved to the far corner of the room. He paused at the mangled corpse of a young woman lying on the floor.
"Cordelia, you really should have taken the time to teach your boyfriend some manners. Oops, I forgot! Look who I'm asking - you're a tactless, rude little bitch. Well, you used to be when you were alive, anyway."
"Bastard. You'll die for what you did to her. I promise you that." Xander's normally gentle brown eyes seethed with hatred for the creature that had murdered the girl he loved.
"I really wish I had a videotape so we could watch an instant replay. Oh well, too late now. Note to self - buy a video camera, so I can preserve all life's special moments." His lips curled into a cruel smile as he addressed Xander again.
"Hey, time for a new multiple choice question...which was your favorite part? When I plucked Cordelia's eyes out and fed them to Dru? Or when I raped her and she kept screaming your name? Boy, it was all so much fun, I can't decide myself. Although I must admit, listening to you beg for her life as I ripped her fingernails off one by one was definitely a high point."
His eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to keep his tears in check, Xander cried out for Angelus to shut up, straining uselessly against his bonds. Drusilla rocked the distraught youth, and looked up at Angelus with gleaming eyes.
"Angelus, look, he cries so prettily. Please, let Mummy darken him! Miss Edith wants a new friend." Drusilla's face shifted, her fangs hovering over the shuddering boy's neck.
"Hands, off, Dru. This one belongs to me." Angelus strode forward and yanked Xander from Drusilla's arms. She pouted, disappointed to have her favorite toy taken away.
Dragging his captive over to Cordelia's still form in the corner, Angelus dipped his hand into a pool of her congealing blood. Xander tried in vain to keep his face turned away from the vampire as Angelus lifted a dripping finger to the boy's lips.
"Taste!" Angelus laughed as he rubbed Cordelia's blood across Xander's bruised mouth. The boy retched, averting his eyes so he wouldn't see the look of triumph in the vampire's eyes. "Blood. That's what you have to look forward to, Harris. It sickens you now, but I promise that by tomorrow, it will be the only thing you care about."
"Never." Xander looked back at Angelus, eyes determined. "Fuck you, Dead Boy. I'll die before you turn me. There's no way I'm gonna come back as a vampire. I like having a reflection and a soul just fine, thank you!"
"Stupid mortal! You act like you have a choice!" roared the vampire, his handsome face morphing into his true demonic visage . "Get this, Xander. I...own...you. Understand? All this Xander-torture has just been foreplay for the main event, when I turn you."
Angelus gripped Xander's bruised face, causing the boy to wince. "I have BIG plans for you, boy. Haven't you guessed yet? You're the key to breaking the Slayer!"
"Oh, that horrible, wretched girl! Miss Edith hates the wicked Slayer. Alexander will hurt the Slayer for us, won't he Daddy!" Giggling, Drusilla watched Xander's eyes widen in horror as he realized what the vampires expected of him. "Yes...our sneaky, naughty kitten will bite the Slayer when she least expects it."
"See, Buffy doesn't even know you're missing yet. She won't have a clue that I've turned you until it's too late. By then, you and I will have taken down the whole damn Scooby Gang. Excited yet? Quiz time! Who do you think will taste better - Giles or Willow?" Angel laughed. "But even if you fail, it'll break poor little Buffy's heart when she realizes she must stake you, her faithful white knight. Oh, what a tragedy that'll be, seeing you explode in a cloud of dust!" Angelus put his hand to his mouth in mock horror.
"No." Xander shook his head and tried to free himself from the stronger man's grasp. "I'm not your Key Guy. I won't let you use me to hurt my friends! I wo...mmmph!" Angelus spun Xander around and clamped his hand firmly over the struggling boy's lips.
"Shut up. You talk too much, Harris." Angelus pulled Xander close, cradling his body from behind, muffling Xander's angry protests as he sniffed the boy's exposed neck. He murmured into Xander's ear, "Shhh...I'm really going to enjoy this. Either you kill Buffy, or Buffy kills you. That's what I call a win/win situation."
A startled cry escaped Xander's sealed lips when the vampire finally struck, sinking his fangs into the young man's neck. Angelus hummed as he greedily slurped at torn flesh, his strong arms holding his victim aloft after Xander's knees began to buckle.
Drusilla clapped her hands together gleefully. "Yes, Miss Edith. Our lovely boy will cross over soon, and then we can play with him forever and ever..."
Drusilla swayed to the sound of imaginary music as she watched Angelus drain their weakened captive. She smiled, and danced closer to Angelus. She watched Xander's struggles get slower and slower as the vampire fed from him. She wiped the tears from his bruised cheek, his terrified eyes beginning to glaze over.
Before Xander's heart stopped beating, Drusilla drew her sharp nail across Angel's inner forearm, causing his dark blood to seep. Drunk on fresh blood, Angelus moaned as he drew his head back from the wound and unclamped his hand from the dying boy's mouth. As both men slid to the floor, Drusilla forced Xander's head into the crook of the vampire's bloody arm. With Angelus and Drusilla both pinning him to the floor, he tried to fight and move his head away, but the vampire's blood gushed freely and Xander couldn't stop the blood from trickling down his throat.
With his arms trapped beneath him, the battered young man feebly tried to buck the vampires off his chest, but only succeeded in swallowing more blood. Finally, all the fight left his body, and Xander Harris was dead.
*** to be continued ***