Title: His Curse is His Power

Author: banditobane

beta: idontlikegravy

Crossover: B:TVS, A:TS, Charmed, Ghost Rider, Marvel Movieverse, Sons of Anarchy

Pairings: Xander/Cordelia, Angel/Buffy

Disclaimers: Charmed belongs to Contance M. Burge, Angel and Buffy belongs to Joss Wheldon, Sons of Anarchy belongs to Fox and Ghost Rider belongs to Marvel. I own nothing.

A/N: First off I liked to say I am so so so so so so so SO SORRY for making you wait this long for an update. first there was finals and I broke my arm causing to write with one arm for almost three months and my beta went on vacation the day I sent my draft and waited three weeks to get it because she forgot about it. (gravy I don't blame you just my luck) I just hope you guys like this up.

A/N: The idea of the connection between Xander and Paige came from the story 'Birthright' by MracD.

The Awakening

Late September 1998

Halliwell Manor San Francisco

Tuning the knob in a futile effort to open the door to the attic, Phoebe Halliwell gave up and started to walk downstairs to join her sisters. The moment she turned her back the telltale sound of a turning knob caught her attention. Curiosity getting the better of her, the young woman carefully walked into the attic.

Walking around Phoebe shined her flash light on long forgotten knick knacks. All of a sudden a glow caught the corner of her eye. A chest sitting by the window shone an unearthly glow. Phoebe was drawn towards the chest and she opened it before pulling out a dusty, old tome.

Blowing off the dust she looked at the strange symbol printed on the front cover. Opening the book she read out loud the first page.

"The Book of Shadows," The thunder outside roared as she began to recite the first page, "Hear now the word of the witches. The secrets we hid in the night. The oldest of Gods are invoked here. The great work of magic is sought. In this night and in this hour. We call upon the Ancient Power. Bring your powers to us sisters three! Give us the power. We want the power."

Twenty miles outside of San Francisco the rain that had poured endlessly had stopped, only to start a second later. Only this time streams of fire began to fall from the sky. Out of the distance a pale man dressed all in black walked out the distant nothingness. The fire that fell from the sky didn't even touch the man as walked across the landscape. Feeling his first taste of his freedom his handsome face morphed in to that of a demonic entity and roared an inhuman howl to the full moon above.

The Underworld

In a pocket dimension between the world and hell is a dimension known to low level demons as the underworld. But for some true demons, those who were exiled from heaven by Michel, it was a sanctuary from the one who rebelled.

Bustis and Zeil, a pair of bounty hunters, were waiting for an audience with the ruler of the Underworld, a demonic entity known only as the Source of All Evil. Rumors began to fly that the Charmed Ones had been activated and they knew whichever demon took them out first would earn both respect and power from the Source, but the Source's permission was required to go after the new witches.

Just as they were about to enter the chamber that the Source used as a throne room, a pale man in black walked right past, as if their very existence was as meaningless and as annoying as that of fly.

"Hey asshole," Zeil called out, the pale man turned and faced the two demonic bounty hunters, "Only demons get to see the head man first."

"Demons?" the stranger said in a chilling voice, "Are they angels that had been exiled from heaven by the Archangel Michel, or are you referring to the worthless abominations who believe themselves to be demons."

"Who cares," Bustis, the larger of the two said, "Its demons only you got a problem with that?" the bounty hunter said poking the pale man's chest to emphasize his point.

"As matter of fact," the stranger said poking his two fingers through the demons chest, "I do."

Bustis began to feel his blood begin to rise in temperature, his skin began to turn ashen black and his body began to shrivel up. Zeil's eyes widened like saucers as he saw his partners shriveled up body hit the ground and turn to dust.

"You're dead," Zeil shouted,

A fireball formed in his hand and he threw it at the pale man. The ball of supernatural fire exploded in the man's chest. Zeil expected the man to die screaming in agony as the fireball burned him from existence, but to his surprise Zeil saw the man standing there with out so much as a scratch on him. The stranger brushed away the front of his jacket where the ball of flames impacted.

"Really," the man growled in disappointment, "Is that all you've got?"

The man grabbed Zeil around his throat lifting off his feet. With in seconds Zeil suffered the same fate as his partner. The stranger dropped the lifeless body of the demonic bounty hunter to the floor. Stepping over the pile of black ashes that were once Bustis and Zeil the pale man walked into the throne room of the Source.

The Source sat on his throne listening to the trio of demons known as the Triad Asmodeus, Baliel and Candor.

"We must strike now," Baliel said, "The longer we wait the stronger the Charmed Ones will become. They may even become stronger then you my lord."

"He's right. Even though they may not seem as powerful as any other witch now, their powers will grow in time," this came from Asmodeus, "If we wait then nothing will be able to stop them."

The Source sat quietly contemplating the action that the demonic trio had suggested. The face of the Source was unseen due to the shadow of the hooded robes he wore. Although they could not see his face the Triad could tell by his body language that he was contemplating the proposal of the three demons.

"You can strike now or you can wait and use their powers to bring forth a power unimaginable." A dark voice said from the entrance,

The Triad turned and saw a pale man dressed from neck toe in black, his eyes were cold as the dead of winter and he emanated an aura so evil that it could only be matched by the Source itself.

"Who are you? And why have you interrupted this meeting?" demanded Candor,

The Source held up his hand to silence the demon. For a long time an eerie silence hung over the room as the source and the unknown stranger stared at each other.

"It is good to see you've gotten out," the Source said after a long moment, "Brother."

A look of shock crossed the Triad's faces. They didn't know that their master had a brother. They had always believed that the Source was an almighty being created by whatever power as the incarnation evil. In one way they were right.

"So tell me, my dear brother how did you escape the Ninth Circle?"

"The activations of the decedents of Melinda Warren have weakened the barrier that held my prison. And as usual father was too preoccupied to learn of my absences."

"My lord how do you know this being?" Asmodeus asked.

"I know him, because he is my brother," he said to the confused Triads, "I see that you are still confused, let me elaborate. My brother and I were once part of the same being. Along with our other sibling we made the first demon ever created by the Fallen One. The Black Heart," the Source pointed at the pale stranger, "The Vile Mind," he pointed at himself, "and our sister made the Corrupt Soul. We served our father willing, growing more and more powerful. But then father became paranoid, he believed that we wanted to take over his domain. So out of fear he had us split into three separate beings and banished use into our own prison where he believed we could do the less damage. But with your unscheduled visit, I take it that you are here for a reason my dear brother."

"As a matter of fact I am," Blackheart said with an evil smile on his face, "During my time in the Ninth Circle I learned of a ritual that could release someone who was the reason why father was exiled from heaven. His first evil thought which manifested to the Genesis of all evil, Dormammu."

"That's impossible," Asmodeus yelled out, "Dormammu is sealed six thousand dimensions below this one. The only way to get there is through the Sanctum Sanctorum, and it is guarded night and day by the Sorcerer Supreme. Not even an army of demons can hope to defeat him."

Blackheart turned to the trio of demons with a disturbing smile on his face.

"Unlike you I learned of a way to release him without going anywhere near the Sanctum Sanctorum, which is why we need the Charmed Ones."

"What do you mean brother?" the Source asked now intrigued,

"When our father imprisoned Dormammu he had made six Great Seals, three of Great Good and three of Great Evil. And only Agents of Good can destroy the Seals of Evil, and since we are Agents of Evil we can only destroy the Seals of Great Good. We need Agents of Good to destroy the Seals of Evil.

"For that we need the Charmed Ones all four of them."

"What do mean four?" Candor asked "The Prophecy only told of the Sisters Three, how can you knew there are four of them?"

"Oh I have my ways," he said, "I have learned that their mother Patricia Halliwell had an affair with her Whitelighter and through that affair she bore two twin children, a girl and a boy. Of course their union was forbidden by the Elder Whitelighters so they kept their birth a secret and put the children up for adoption. Over the years I had someone keep an eye on the girl."

"Why not the boy?" Asmodeus asked.

"No male decedents of Melinda Warren ever showed signs of having any powers, only the females. So the boy was worthless. The girl however shows great promise, when she was only sixteen she used Whitelighter orbing ability to escape a car accident."

"But how did you learn all this while trapped in the Ninth Circle?" Asmodeus asked.

As he did the room suddenly went pitch black and four men suddenly appeared as the lights came on again. The first had a shaved head and he wore dirty cloths with a brown alligator coat. The second had long wet hair and wore dark grey cloths with a blue velvet coat. He was drenched from head to toe, as if he walked out of a lake fully clothed. The third was had thick dreadlocks, a goatee, eerie blue eyes and teeth filed down to fangs. He wore black clothing with a black fur lined coat. The final one had a long pony tail and a five o'clock shadow. He wore a black shirt with brown slacks and a blood red leather coat.

"Wallow, Gressil, Abigor and Astaroth, the Hidden."

As the names left Blackheart's lips the color left the faces of the Triad. They had known and feared The Hidden. Fallen Angels banished from Heaven by the archangel Michael after defeat of Lucifer. Escaping from hell the four demons hid themselves from the devil among the elements from the devil until The End of Days.

"While I was down in the pit these four were my eyes and ears in the mortal world. They learned of the Power of Three, their missing sibling and the Six Seals."

"So what do you propose?" The Source asked.

"We test them," Blackheart said as he paced in front of his brother's throne, "We make them stronger and when they are stronger we send them to the Seals and release Dormammu. Then we take this world."

Late January 1999

Sunnydale Outskirts

This just isn't my day, hell it isn't my year. Xander thought, First me and Willow have that fluke and then we were caught by Cordelia and Oz and not only did she break up with me she almost got killed because of what I did. Then the guys don't want me on the team anymore and instead of telling me to my face they lied to me. Then they wouldn't even listen to me about Jack O'Toole. And after saving Faith she takes that as an invitation to take my virginity and then she kicks me out in my boxers.

The old Junker putted down the road outside of the town limits towards the only person he knew would believe him, his Uncle Rory. Of course, that meant he had to tell him that vampires, werewolves and everything else that goes bump in the night was real.

All of sudden the Old Harris Luck struck again. Steam began to rise from under the hood of the Junker.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me," Xander yelled in frustration as he pulled the beat up P.O.S to the side of the road.

Popping the hood Xander went to see if he could get the damn piece of junk working again. Just looking at it told it was no use, the radiator was cracked, the fan belt had snapped and whatever that gum was holding together wasn't anymore. The junk backfired twice then finally died.

"Damn it!" Xander yelled out slamming the hood shut,

Guess I can just walk the rest of the way, he thought, With my luck I'll end up getting mauled by a werewolf.

After a short walk Xander finally got to his uncle's house. When he got there he went straight to garage knowing that Rory he was probably in the garage.

"Uncle Rory you home?"

Xander came into the garage only to find it empty. The walls which had hung pictures of friends and family were bare, the shelves which kept his tools and spare parts for Gracie were still there, only neatly organized and in the center of the garage was the prized chopper, his uncle's old foot locker and an envelope that had 'Xander' written on it.

Tearing open the envelope Xander began to read the note inside:

Xander,

If you're reading this then I'm most likely half way to Charming. My friend Clay called me out of the blue and told me I needed to come back home, I can't tell you why, I'm sorry.

There are some things I wanted to tell you, but I never got the chance to tell you in person. Please know your mother and I always wanted what was best for you, and I'm so sorry to tell you this in a note. Xander you were adopted

Your mom lost the ability to have children after Tony beat her worse than usual. He was put in county for two years because of it. But your mom still wanted a child, so her and I went and found you in a church orphanage near San Francisco. Your birth certificate said you were a twin and you were born to a Patricia Halliwell, no father though. Your twin sister had already been taken in when we got there, all I know is that her name is Paige.

Jessica fell in love with you the first moment she saw you and she knew she just had to have as her son. But she knew Tony would never want you so I did what any good man would do, I signed the papers as your father. I moved to Sunnydale to take care of you and your mom, cause I knew Tony and when he got out he would try to take you back. I love Tony but he has too many inner demons to be happy.

That's all I wanted to tell you, don't think it makes me think any less of you. You're still my nephew no matter where you came from and you're Jessica's son no matter who gave birth to you and we both love you as if you are our own.

Two more things I want you to know. Gracie and everything in my footlocker is yours, I was going to save it as a graduation present but fate played a hand in this. And my house is under your care. If you need a place to stay or any of your friends are down on their luck they can stay. And if your dad goes off the handle bring your mom and yourself here as soon as possible and call me. Just don't mess up the place while I'm gone.

Take care,

Love Always Uncle Rory

Xander could hardly believe it. He re-read the letter three more times hoping this was all a dream. But it was all true; Uncle Rory was never the kind of man who would make up a lie like this. He was adopted, Uncle Rory was gone and Gracie was his.

The words the devil told him all those years ago began to ring into his head, 'Forget about friends, forget about family, forget about love. You're mine Alexander Harris' Last year he wouldn't have believed a word that sharp dressed devil said. But today every word rang true, the girl he had come to love hates him, his family wasn't really his family and his friends believed he was worthless and wanted nothing to do with him. He was all alone; he had no one to turn to.

He didn't want to think about it now right he had to get to the school and fast. Good thing Uncle Rory left Gracie. But he wouldn't be able to do anything against zombies barehanded. He would need weapons and he was going to need clothes that offered both camouflage and protection.

Maybe there's something useful in Uncle Rory's footlocker. He thought, At least maybe a knife, but with the luck I've been having today it'd probably be a butter knife.

Xander carried the old footlocker to work bench and opened it up. Inside was a set of his uncle's fatigues, some old newspaper clippings, some patches from his unit, two medal cases containing a Purple Heart and a Silver Star and a few photos of Rory and his friends. Digging further he found Rory's old biker gear, a pair of biker boots that looked about his size, a leather jacket with metal studs on the shoulders, leather gauntlets with wrist and knuckles covered in metal studs, black t-shirts, black leather pants, not the vinyl like the ones Angel wears, but hard leather, and finally were his uncle's old colors. A leather vest which had four patches sewn on the chest of the vest, one side said 'Men of Mayhem', another had Rory's name, and one side said his rank in the gang, 'Sergeant In Arms' and the last patch had the name of the gang, 'Sons of Anarchy'. On the back was the symbol of the gang, a grim reaper holding a M-16 Assault Rifle that had a scythe blade sticking out of the barrel in it's right hand and a crystal ball in it's left hand with a the anarchy A painted on it. The top and bottom of the logo had the name of the gang in big bold red letters. At the very bottom of the footlocker was a lever action Winchester M-1887, a Colt 1911 and a few boxes of ammo.

Xander decided to wear Rory's biker gear, it was more durable the clothes he had on and their dark will help him blend in the night. He loaded the Winchester and the Colt hoping that Romero got it right by shooting a zombie in the head is the only way to kill them. He took off the cloths he was wearing and put on the leather pants, black t-shirt; he buckled the biker boots and slipped on the leather jacket and gauntlets. He thought about putting his uncle's colors on but decided thought against it.

Xander finishing loading the guns when the distinct sound of a V-10 motorcycle reached his ears. Turning he saw that Gracie was gone and outside the all too familiar sound of the choppers engine could be heard.

"Xander." a mocking whisper filled his ears, like a bully mockingly calling a victim to come out of his hiding spot.

The young Harris boy grabbed the guns and walked out following sound of the engine. The voice called out his name again in the same mocking manner. Walking into the deserted street he found the prized chopper in the middle of the street engine running. He approached the bike slowly not knowing what to expect especially on the Hellmouth. The powerful V-10 revved up as he approached, like puppy barking excitedly as master approached. He heard a dark chuckle turning towards the sound Xander saw the face that had haunted him for the last two years.

"You," he said pointing at the devil.

"Hello Alexander," he said with a smirk on his lips,

"Stay away from me,"

"It's a little late for that," the devil said walking up to the teen, then turning to admire the chopper, "Nice bike."

"Why are you here?" Xander asked taking a few steps back,

"Oh, I've always been here Alexander," the devil replied, "All along. The Master, Halloween, the Judge, Angelus."

"It was you keeping me alive."

"No, no, no Alexander," The devil shook his head, "It's all you. You're the best and I'm your greatest fan. Your friends, your allies, your lover always looking for moral support from their Xander-shaped-friend, always calling your name, 'Xander, Xander, Xander.'" the devil came in close as his voice and face changed into that of creature of pure darkness. "It makes me so proud.

"It's like watching an investment that keeps growing and growing and growing until the day you finally cash it in," the devil said, "That day is today Alexander. I'm going to give you some missions to complete and you'll do as you're told."

"Do it yourself," Xander said as he wedged the shotgun on the tailpipes and got on Gracie.

"Doesn't work like that" the devil said as Xander felt his hand and feet fuse to the bike, "you're under contract, remember? If you succeed, I'll return your soul."

"I'm not doing it," Xander said through clinched teeth,

"You don't have any choice." The devil said as he tapped his cane on the ground,

The back tire burned into the asphalt and the bike took off like a bat out of hell. The tires spun into the road causing a flaming friction which ignited the rubber of the tires, turning into flaming circles of death. Xander couldn't control it, he couldn't stop it, he couldn't even get off, all he could do was hold on for dear life.

Harmony Kendall was with her latest boyfriend at Make Out Point kissing passionately. Her boyfriend was cute, in the football team and rich, but she was going to have to break up, he starting to get too clingy.

"Did you hear that?" her date asked,

In the distance the loud rumbling of a powerful engine could be heard.

"Sounds like it's coming closer."

An unknown object just raced passed parked cars blowing out the window to all the automobiles in the area leaving a trail of fire behind it.

"What the hell was that?" Harmony yelled out,

The only answer she got was a squeak her only answer. Turning to the male occupant of the vehicle seeing all the color from his face had drained and not only that he had wet himself. Well at least she found a better reason for dumping him.

A lone highway motorcycle officer parked behind the Welcome sign to Sunnydale California. Smart enough to stay out of the small town he felt sorry for anyone fool enough to enter the glorified cemetery. A distant noise of a motorcycle engine could be heard a ways away. Sighing the trooper pulled out his radar gun to clock the poor fool who was entering the town. As the cycle came within sight he began check the speed. At first it came in at 54 MPH but than the number began to increase rapidly, 100mph, 200mph, 300mph. The bike speed by sending at force that sent the trooper flying off his bike and igniting the town sign. The officer can only stare at the speeding object as it made its way to Sunnydale. Looking at the radar gun which was still in his hand he shocked when the digits flashed 666 MPH.

The Queen of Sunnydale Cordelia Chase was walking home from a date that went south after the first two hours. This had been the eighth date in two weeks were her chest was the only thing that her date was the only thing they would pay attention to.

Parker Abrams, her date tonight, was only interested into turning her into another conquest to brag to his college friends to.

She missed her time with Xander. He was the only one who ever saw who she really was. The big dork understood her and made her feel important then any of her so called friends or her parents.

No, No, No. Why was she thinking of that useless Zeppo now? He cheated on her with that red headed skank. He was the reason she nearly got killed on that rebar. He was the reason she nearly lost her respect to the Cordettes. And he was the reason she was in that damn alternate world with that damn Motorcycle riding nightmare that almost killed her.

Oh god, she thought as she heard the sound of a motorcycle engine, now I'm starting to hear things too.

Revving of the engine came closer and closer. The cycle in question speed right past igniting the nearby trees, melting the parking meters, and tossing the parked cars do the force of an F-5 twister. Cordelia barely made into a nearby ally as devilish cycle passed leaving only a flaming trail behind.

"Oh god," she said as she came out of the alley looking off into the direction the bike had gone, "He's here in this world too."

Gracie drove Xander to Sunnydale High leaving a trail of destruction in its path.

The bike entered the school through garage which was used for the auto mechanics class. Gracie turned hard to the right knocking Xander off the bike sending him skidding across the floor.

A burning pain coursed its way through Xander's entire body, his blood felt like molten lava coursing through veins, and smoke began to rise from his eye. Agonizingly getting to his feet, Xander tore the gauntlets of his hands. Each of his steps left a flaming boot-print on the ground. His fingers curled into claws raking his head in a futile attempt to stop the pain. A scream tore through his throat. Xander saw that the flesh was starting to melt off his bones. His screams turned into a maniacal laugh which echoed through the garage. The transformation continued until all that stood where Xander was a flaming skeleton. Alexander Harris was gone and in his place was the Ghost Rider unleashing an inhuman roar.