BAD XANDER

By: Tezza1502

Disclaimer: I don't own the TV show known as 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer.' I just write fan fiction.

Notes: Xander goes visiting...


CHAPTER 8:- Hey Boys.

A week or three had passed since Xander's little pissing match with Master Vampire Elizabeth Winter's cadre. Since then, they had been giving him a wide berth.

Well, most of them.

The female vamp who had taken such initial interest in him when he first showed up with Winters had continued to do so. Apparently, she was one of those vampires who truly enjoyed flirting with dangerous beings. And considering that Xander was a hunter before he was turned into whatever type of vampire variant he was now, he pushed her buttons even more. It had been only a matter of time before he'd decided "What the Heck?", and took her up on her rather blatant offer. 'Besides, it's about damn time my ability to attract demonic women was put to good use!' He'd sighed pleasantly after she had invited him to her room one night.

"So?" She asked, propping herself up on an elbow so she could look down on Xander in the bed they were currently sharing.

"'So', what?"

"So, isn't it better than when you were just a human?"

Xander smirked at her through a half-opened eyelid. "'Bout the same, actually."

"WHAT!" The vampire, Shelley was her name, shrieked. "I am ten times as strong and responsive as any bloodbag you ever slept with. How can fucking me be the same as one of them?"

Xander's shit-eating grin widened. "Because the first and last person I slept with was a Slayer." Seeing her eyes bulge with shock, he continued, "However, since you haven't kicked me out of the room straight after in just my boxers, you're one up on her."

Shelley continued to stare at him in shock. "EEWWW! Slayer germs." She shouted as she jumped up and ran for her shower, scratching at herself furiously as she went.

Xander raised an eyebrow at her antics. 'Slayer germs? Jeez, how old was she when she was turned?' He shook his head as he decided to follow her in to the bathroom. As he entered, she frowned at him from under a spray of water.

"EW! I can't believe you slept with that bleached blonde midget!"

"What?!" Xander almost laughed at her when she shouted that. "No, I didn't sleep with Buffy. I slept with Faith."

"Faith? She's the one who's working for the Mayor now, right?" Shelley paused her furious scrubbing when Xander nodded affirmative. "Oh. Well, that's okay then." With that, she stepped out of the shower and draped her dripping wet self over him.

"Huh?"

Shelley grinned at him with relief. "She's pretty cool, despite being a Slayer an' all." Before Xander could process that, she asked how it happened in a perky manner.

"Oh, uh, it seems that some Slayers get pretty turned on by all the fighting and staking and such. I just happened to be nearby when she got the itch once." He shrugged. "It could have happened to anyone, from what she's said on the subject before."

"Oh well, lucky you I guess. Was she good?" She asked coyly.

"You were better." Xander resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 'Like I'd answer any other way. I'm not that stupid.' He grinned internally as she squealed with delight before probing his mouth with her tongue. This led to them both entering the shower for further 'washing'.


"So, are you feeding with the rest of us tonight?" Shelley asked diffidently as they dressed. Ever since Xander had been introduced to the rest of Winter's pack, he had only joined them when his sire insisted on it. The rest of his time was spent going out alone, doing his own thing.

A few of the others, especially Carl, had tried to follow him the first few nights. It never worked. Somehow Xander would spot them and lead them all over Sunnydale on a wild goose chase. Or, if he was feeling particularly playful, he would lead them straight across the path of the Slayer. After the fourth time this happened, they gave up. They refused to lose any more of their cadre, since Winters was rather particular about who they turned.

"Nah. Got some old friends to see tonight." Xander admitted as he tied his shoelaces up.

"Going to drain them, or turn them?" She asked innocently. Xander grinned evilly at her by way of an answer.

'Does she really think I'm going to open my soul to her just because we've been bumping uglys together the last couple of weeks? Lizzie's gonna have to do more than throw a nice piece of ass my way to get into my head.' He chuckled to himself as he threw on his trench coat and stalked into the night.


Rupert Giles was poring over a disappointingly abbreviated map of Sunnydale's sewer system while sipping on some thirty-year-old Glenlivet, trying to figure out where their former comrade might be hiding. According to the information they had 'requested' from Willy, he had been spotted roaming far and wide across Sunnydale these past weeks, with no discernable pattern. Other than to occasionally lead vampires across Buffy's path, at least. 'Even then, he'd stated rather blithely to Buffy that he was only doing that to get them off his trail.' It was quite devious really. Not only does Xander get rid of a nuisance without risking himself, but it throws Buffy further off her game, trying to fathom if he's doing it for a reason, or just for kicks.

'Damn you boy, do you have to be quite so good at this?' He groaned to himself in frustration. Along with Cordelia, Giles understood that there was more to Xander than just the face they saw. The boy would not bed down somewhere obvious, like Willow and Buffy seemed to be hoping. He had been fighting against the night almost as long as Buffy herself. He would not be found slumbering in an open crypt in one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries like a normal fledgling.

A loud pounding on his door nearly made him spill his scotch over the maps in front of him. Downing the rest of it in one mouthful, he strode over to the door with the full intention of using the empty glass in his hand to open a vein or two upon whomever was disturbing his evening. Reaching the door, he flung it wide open and hissed, "Yes!"

His visitor waved at him cheerfully. "Hey G-man! Got time for a chat between cups of tea?"

Rupert gulped as he withdrew a step. "Xa...Xander!"

"That's my name, Rupes. Glad to see you remember. Can I come in?" The former Scooby asked in his normal, cheerful tone.

Rupert came within a hairs breath of saying 'yes' out of sheer habit. "N-No, I don't believe so."

"Darn. Worth a shot." Xander snapped his fingers with exaggerated annoyance. "Guess we'll just have to have a conversation like uncivilised folk, out here on the doorstep huh." He proceeded to squat down on his haunches. "C'mon, take a load off." He gestured to the floor on the inside of the doorway.

"I think I would prefer to stand, thank you."

"Fair enough." Xander shrugged. "Don't want those knees of yours blowing out on you. I hear that can happen a lot when you get to be your age." He smirked up from his position on Giles' doormat.

'At least that hasn't changed. Xander still possesses the knack of being able to annoy any being that comes into range, it seems.' The older man mused sourly. "Why are you here?" Rupert demanded.

"Well, I just want to clear the air between us, Rupert old boy." He replied in a horrible English accent. "By now, Wills has told you about my little visit to her, and what I asked her to look up for me." He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Yes." Came the succinct reply.

"Any luck there yet? Between her and Oz, Buffy's been keeping Willow on a pretty tight leash, so I haven't had the chance to drop in for a visit lately without it getting messy."

"Understandable, don't you think." Rupert retorted sharply.

"Only if I was actually a threat to her." Xander shot back. "I had my chance to turn her, and her parents. I didn't. That should tell you something right there."

The older man snorted. "Only that you have something in mind, and that turning her is not a part of it yet."

Xander rubbed a hand over his face in frustration. "Buy a clue, Giles! I'm not Angelus. I don't go in for playing petty games and fucking with people's heads."

"Xander didn't indulge in that, true." Rupert allowed. "But you are not Xander. You are merely a demon wearing his body."

"Don't be too sure about that, Rupes. That's a part of what I want Willow to look into for me."

"Keeping her busy. Keeping her hopes alive, along with the rest of us. Distracting us from the Mayor, as well as whatever you might have planned." Giles countered.

Xander sighed heavily. "That's one possibility, I guess. Another one, is that I am only hanging around until our most recent big bad is six feet under, then I'm outahere." He mimed hitting a baseball over the back fence. "I don't have any reason to come after you guys. I don't want you to end up like me. Like this." He waved down at himself. "After Jessie was turned, I swore I wouldn't end up the same way. And now that I have been turned, I don't wish for any harm to come to you guys. You leave me be, an' I'll leave you be."

Rupert frowned. "If anything of Xander survives within you, you know that we can not do that."

"I understand, Ripper. Really, I do." Xander looked depressed. "But, you need to understand something as well." Suddenly, he leapt to his feet and grabbed Giles by the throat. Bringing him nose to nose with himself over the threshold of the doorway, he allowed his face to change. "Don't give me cause to get nasty. You can't hide from me, and you won't like the consequences." Throwing a wide-eyed, sputtering Watcher back into his house, he winked and shut the door before striding away towards his next target.


Oz scanned the street up and down from his girlfriend's house before quickly shutting the front door behind him. He and Buffy had been taking turns spending as much of the night with her as her parents would allow in the hope of keeping Xander away from her. Between them, they had just about worn out their welcome. From all of the Rosenbergs.

"I don't care how annoyed she gets with us, Willow is not going to be left alone to be easy prey for Xander." He muttered to himself as he unlocked his van and climbed into the front seat. It was a measure of how frazzled he was getting, this talking out loud to himself. Next thing you know, he'll be having complete conversations with people.

He drew the seatbelt over his shoulder and was just about to click it into place, when he noticed that he had a passenger.

"BOO!" Xander shouted.

Oz didn't make a sound. However, he did slam into the car door like he'd been shot into it by a cannon.

"Hey little buddy. How ya doin'?" The recently turned Scooby asked conversationally.

"Been better." Oz replied with barely a waver in his voice.

"Amen to that, brother." Xander agreed cheerfully.

"What do you want?"

Xander looked at Oz as his expression abruptly faded into seriousness. "For you to never hurt Willow like I have." He replied, to Oz's complete surprise. "Can you do that?"

The young werewolf examined Xander's face carefully for any sign that he was messing with him. Seeing that he still looked deadly serious, Oz nodded slowly.

"Good!" Xander smiled. "'Cause if ya do, I'll be the last thing you see. Ever!"

"Why do you care?" Oz asked suddenly.

Xander sighed deeply. "Why should I tell you?"

"Because Willow is tying herself up in knots over you. And I hate seeing my girlfriend turn herself inside out over someone who isn't worth it anymore."

The vampire in the passenger seat raised an eyebrow in amusement. "It's not getting close to your time of the month, is it? 'Cause I think I've got something here to relieve the symptoms if you need it. Cramps. Swelling. General moodiness and the like." He made a show of patting his pockets.

"You look like him, but your not him. Not where it counts." Oz almost growled.

"And you're so sure about that."

"You're a vampire. Xander's not home anymore. Just a monster wearing his face."

"Wow. You mean someone actually listened to me when I went off on one of my 'Why-We-Should-Hate-Angel' rants?" Xander looked vaguely impressed for a second, before continuing, "And if that's really the case, answer me this; If I'm not Xander, why do I feel ashamed about how I broke Cordy's heart? Why can't I be in the same room with you and not think I betrayed your trust by kissing Wills? Why have I not just taken the Scoobies out yet? And I've had my chances in the last couple of weeks. When you and Willow were getting busy around the corner from the theatre the other night being a prime example."

Oz twitched at that. Neither of them had noticed any demonic presence while they were engaged in an impromptu make-out session in the alley behind the theatre.

"Why do I feel as if I still have to look out for my pack-mates, when I should be feeding on you instead?"

Daniel Osbourne's ears pricked up at that. "Pack-mates?"

Xander chuckled ruefully. "The vampire essence in me is only the latest of a long line of possessions. Remember?"

"So...what are you trying to say?"

"Nothing." He shrugged. "I've been mutated once and possessed at least twice in my life so far. What effect would that have on a low-level demonic essence like a vampire's? Would it alter the process of turning someone? And if so, how much of Me would be left intact afterwards? That's what I have Wills looking into."

Oz turned that over in his mind, trying to figure out if the being next to him had a valid point or not. "Hnh?"

Xander nodded primly. "My thoughts on the matter exactly."

They both stayed silent for a while.

"So what happens now?" Oz asked finally.

"You and Buffy stop acting so jealous about me having some Willow-time so she and I can talk."

Oz shook his head. "I mean right now. In the next five minutes."

"Are you going to ease up?"

"Would you in my place?"

Xander paused. "Probably not." He admitted.

"So..."

"So, I guess we see where the chips fall." Xander opened his door and got out. "Stay safe, man. See ya around." Closing the van door gently, he waved over his shoulder as he walked away towards his next meeting, humming 'Of Wolf And Man' cheerfully at full volume. (Copyright:- METALLICA.)

"Damn." Oz breathed heavily as the other man vanished into the night. Reaching over with shaking hands, he checked to make sure that the small crosses he had attached to both the back and the bottom of the passenger side seat were still there. He had done it ages ago, at Xander's suggestion ironically, as a way of distracting any vampire who happened to try and jump him from that direction. Xander must have known that they were still there, yet he still sat on them, without any apparent effect.

"How the...?" The young bass guitarist shook his head in puzzlement, trying to figure out why the holy icons had failed to work on Xander, and whether it leant any credence to the theory that he might not be as dead as they had all been assuming.


Xander watched his prey. He had been stalking the last of this night's targets without it being any wiser to his presence. At least, his target had not given any noticeable sign that he was being followed. But, Xander had learnt long ago that this one was a superb actor when he wanted to be.

"You can come out now, Xander." Angel's voice carried easily through the night.

"Lemme guess. You spotted me five minutes ago, when I first started tracking you."

"Try ten." Angel retorted smugly.

'Try half an hour!' Xander came back internally.

"So, how's this gonna play?" The two-hundred and forty-eight year old vampire asked as he carefully placed his bottles of pigs blood on the ground and stepped away from it.

"Depends on you." His much younger opponent answered. "You going to stand still while I beat the crap out of you for a while?"

"Unlikely."

"Pity." Xander frowned. "It would make things a lot easier."

"Look Xander, I'm sorry this happened. It wasn't supposed to be this way." Angel stated, sounding genuinely apologetic.

"Yeah, my Mom used to tell me the same thing every time Dad put me in the hospital." Xander replied evenly. "Doesn't change the way it all turned out, does it?"

"So...what? Are you going to try and kill me now?"

"Tempting." Xander stroked his chin in thought. "Very tempting. But, if I dust you, then Buffy will make it her mission to hunt me down." He frowned. "Even more than it is now, that is."

'Doubt it.' Angel thought sourly, recalling the few conversations he'd had with the blond Slayer since the man before him had been turned.

"And that will make my life just that much more complicated. So...nah!"

"So, why are you here then?" Angel asked.

"Because I really, really, don't like you." With that, Xander's face changed and he sprang forward.

The ensouled vampire barely managed to slide out of the way of his opponent's charge, resisting the urge to slip into his own vampiric visage. 'So he wants a piece of me, huh? Lets see what he's got then.' Angel thought as he dodged Xander's wild swipes.

After a few minutes of near misses and glancing blows, Angel stopped being so worried about the outcome of the fight. From what Buffy had said about their encounter that first night in the warehouse, he had been expecting more from the fledgling. 'I guess she was just unsettled about coming face to face with him like that, and he got a lucky hit in.' He mused. 'Hopefully she won't hate me too much for dusting him now.' The thought of having to end Xander's existence brought an unexpected wave of moroseness over him.

Despite how the two of them have interacted in the past, there was a part of him that was rather glad that the boy had never fully trusted him, the way Buffy had. It was good that at least one of the Scoobies had been willing to defy Buffy over him when necessary. That had been one of the few bearable thoughts available to him while Angelus was in the driver's seat, that Xander wouldn't hesitate to do what was necessary, and take him out if he got a chance.

Buffy couldn't. Willow wouldn't, because of her loyalty to her best female friend. Oz and Cordelia were not capable. And it took the death of Jenny Calendar for Giles to become willing to risk losing his Slayer over him.

CRACK

"Pay attention!" Xander yelled.

A backhand to his jaw snapped Angel out of his thoughts. He ducked under the foot swinging for his head, only to catch the heel in his face as Xander reversed the move impossibly. The powerful shot knocked him spinning into the ground.

'Impossible for a human, you idiot!' He grumbled to himself. 'He isn't one. Not anymore.' Scowling, he rolled away in time to avoid the foot aimed at his ribs and sprang to his feet again. "Not bad boy." He paused as he rubbed his jaw. It was an action that cost him.

Xander used the action to partially mask the uppercut he threw, increasing his speed past what he had been using against Angel so far in the fight. While Angel's head was still looking skyward, he peppered his chest with full power jabs that cracked a couple of ribs. And when Angel finally gathered his wits enough to take a swing at him, Xander caught it and held his arm up while dropping a stake out of his sleeve and ramming it into the side of Angel's chest, just under his armpit.

"AAARRGH!"

"Oh I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Xander asked facetiously, not letting go of the sliver of wood imbedded in his opponents side, mere centimetres from his heart. Twisting the arm he held, he forced Angel to his knees. "Oh stop twitching ya big girl."

Swallowing down both the groan and the fear fighting to escape him, Angel turned his head awkwardly to face the other man. "You played me." He gasped, realising suddenly that the wild swings Xander had been throwing at him before were meant to make him think of Xander as the way he had been before he was turned.

"Yeah, I did." Xander smiled as he locked Angel's arm so he couldn't get free without twisting it off. "Feeling stupid yet?"

"A little." He grimaced. He could feel the stake moving inside him, dangerously close to his heart. "I thought you weren't going to kill me."

"I'm not." The other vampire replied simply. "But you've been a thorn in my side ever since you showed up. I just thought I'd give you a taste of what it was like from my perspective."

"XANDER!" A sudden shout from down the street drew their attention.

"Oh goody, your girlfriend's here to save the day." Xander quipped as Buffy charged towards them, stake drawn and a feral expression on her face.

Waiting until the last moment, when Buffy had actually started her strike at him, Xander whipped Angel around into the path of the stake. Releasing the other vampire, he watched as the Slayer impaled her former lover through the shoulder while she ploughed into him and planted them both on the ground in a tangle of limbs.

"Ah yes, poetry in motion. The mark of any Slayer." Xander chuckled as he turned and headed off in to the shadows. "Catch you later, kids! Don't forget to use protection."

By the time Buffy untangled herself from Angel, her target was long gone. "Damnit!" She fumed. Turning her attention back to her former paramour, her expression visibly alternating between scowling at him and frowning with worry. Eventually, she extended a hand. "Are you okay?"

Angel glared up at her. "Guess!" Wincing, he extracted the piece of wood she had stabbed him with from his shoulder. The same shoulder Xander had been busy trying to unscrew from the rest of his body. "How...?"

"He's been busy tonight." Buffy replied curtly, torn between fretting over his injuries and hating his existence for his part in this whole mess. "Giles got a visit from him earlier, and Oz says he was in his van not an hour ago. I figured you might be next on his list."

"Uh-huh. Could you...?" He looked pointedly at the stake still lodged in his ribs. And winced as she pulled it out. "Ow! So why the panic to find me?" He asked, confused. He doubted that she had forgiven him yet.

Buffy allowed some of the dread she was feeling to show. "Because at Giles' place he reached in through the front door, without an invitation. And Oz said that he was sitting on a seat cover soaked with holy water and covered with crosses without even wincing." Buffy looked at him. "Have you ever heard of a vampire being able to do that before? Ever!"

Angel looked in the direction Xander had gone, beginning to feel some of the same dread Buffy was. "No."


-CHAPTER END-


More Notes: Somewhere in season... Two, I think, of 'Angel: the series', Angel propped himself on one arm in the middle of a doorway, against thin air, upon the barrier that prevented him from entering someone's abode uninvited. In fact, when the person who's room he was trying to enter died, the barrier vanished, and he fell into the room in a heap.

The reason I mention that, is because I'm pretty sure it is impossible, in the BtVS series, for a vampire to reach through and grab someone through the doorway. No part of a vampire could cross the threshold of a home. So what Xander did in this chapter to Giles should have been impossible.

I guess I'm saying that there is a reason for it. I didn't screw up writing the chapter, or forget about that fact.

It's all a part of the plan! ; )