TITLE: The Crow: Restless Souls 1/?
AUTHOR: Wesley
FEEDBACK: Sure.
DISTRIBUTION: Just drop me a line letting me know where it is.
DISCLAIMER: I know nada and own even less.
Xander once told me it was the little things in life that mattered most. The chirping of the birds, the scent of the air, or the sight of a child playing with carefree abandon in a sandbox. Xander always had a quiet type of intelligence, like his eyes had seen so much in so little time. Sometimes I thought the essence of the world had been burned into his mind, and he could peel back the facade reality presented to see things as they really are. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with him.
Now, I lay here once again looking up into the golden eyes of a body that once held a wonderful man's love for me. I realize something I had hoped I would never have to go through again. The person I love was an evil vampire, hell bent on destroying me, and I was going to have to kill him. Only one word really rang out in my mind.
*FUCK*
It's the little things that count.
It had started a little over a year ago, with the one Giles had referred to as the "Birth of Myth". Vladimir Tepes, also known as Dracula "the son of the Dragon". The most evil, cunning, and powerful of all vampires had finally decided to come to Sunnydale. Not even the Watchers Council knew if the legends of Vlad the Impaler were genuine, the majority passing it it off as Myth. They dismissed it as the prattling of a deranged Irishman, while some devoted their lives to finding the torturous bastard. The most anything could find on the guy was sketchy tales of a cult known as "The Order of the Dragon" and old wives-tales about the father of all vampires. Though, living on a hellmouth leads one to putting stock in old wives-tales.
Of course his appearance led to another of those apocalyptic battles to save the world. It seems like I get into one of those things at least once a week. The battle had been fierce and bloody as expected, and the monster was slain in grand style. That however is another story for another time. Dracula was gone, but he left a small parting gift.
The Beast had come for him. Unbeknownst to any of us, the Dark Prince had come to Xander in the night, a hypnotic trance on Anya granted him entrance to Xander's basement. Dracula drained poor Anya and embraced Xander, apparently his techniques of seduction aren't limited to the women of the world. I guess he saw Xander as the easiest of prey, I can see the irony of it now, because that is what we all thought of him.
I don't know when I fell in love with him. Hell, I'm still not sure if I am in love with him, or if I just have the Love Jones for vampires who want to kill me. I mean I've even kissed Spike, but... that was a spell. Okay, I know I am babbling but you have to understand, I knew Xander loved me, and yet I wasn't attracted to him in "that way". I don't pretend to understand how love or attractions work, I just know that he was always there for me, loving me, but I couldn't return those feelings. Yet after he was turned I found myself looking back, and feelings emerged I never knew existed. I am definitely one messed up chick. Just call me freak-o-gal.
After the battle our forces were left weak. Riley had lost a lot of blood, Willow and Tara both were pretty drained energy-wise and had lost a lot of blood themselves, and Giles looked like death warmed over. I myself had taken the heaviest brunt of the battle and had been pushed to my farthest limits, by no means prepared for what happened next.
"Where's Xander?" Willow questioned.
"I saw one of his horde toss Xander over those hedges. Must have been knocked un-bloody-conscious. I'll go fetch him." Giles returned.
Giles moved over to the hedges he had mentions and called out for Xander. Worry overcame his face when Xander didn't answer. I remember looking over at him, and watching him raise his crossbow as he approached the shrubbery, and hearing him yelp. He had found Xander lying behind the hedges unconscious and went to help him.
That's when Xander woke up to his new undead existence. He attacked Giles first, who had abandoned his crossbow to provide medical assistance, and in one swift move lifted him over his head and dropped him on his knee. Giles has been in a wheel chair ever since.
But I'm not here to tell you a story, I'm not going to tell you about how Xander's hatred for vampires consumed his demonic counterpart. Or how Xander's twisted mind led him to become what he called the "Dark Messiah" as he attempted to turn the vampiric community into his own Draculian image. I'm not going to tell you how he topped even Angelus in his attempts to torture me and my friends, even started to call himself Alex Lucard. I definitely don't want to get into when Drusilla returned to seduce herself into his graces.
I just wanted my final thoughts to be of him, not of the monster that stands before me with hungry glistening pink fangs, but of the man I never had the chance to love. I know I am going to die and that Buffy Anne Summers will no longer exist, but it doesn't matter. I have been through this all before and it nearly destroyed me, I am tired of fighting. Perhaps turning me so that he and my counterpart can be together forever will even out the cosmic scale of the many times I have hurt him. Maybe, just maybe, a part of me will finally be with him.
He reaches out for me now, beckoning me with his hypnotic gold eyes. Alex is going to turn me, and make me as immortal as himself. He looks so happy, I want to weep for the joy it will bring him, and the death that is meant for me. He touches the side of my face as his lips grow near, so close I can feel the cold death of his breath embrace my veins. Alex's touch is gentle, cool, and familiar with his dagger like teeth so close to claiming their prize. I can almost feel happy about this, about being set free, but I am the Slayer and will never let myself be happy for a vampire. His teeth touch me and I expect the sharp pains of his kiss, but they don't come.
All I hear is his cell phone ringing.
AUTHOR: Wesley
FEEDBACK: Sure.
DISTRIBUTION: Just drop me a line letting me know where it is.
DISCLAIMER: I know nada and own even less.
Xander once told me it was the little things in life that mattered most. The chirping of the birds, the scent of the air, or the sight of a child playing with carefree abandon in a sandbox. Xander always had a quiet type of intelligence, like his eyes had seen so much in so little time. Sometimes I thought the essence of the world had been burned into his mind, and he could peel back the facade reality presented to see things as they really are. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with him.
Now, I lay here once again looking up into the golden eyes of a body that once held a wonderful man's love for me. I realize something I had hoped I would never have to go through again. The person I love was an evil vampire, hell bent on destroying me, and I was going to have to kill him. Only one word really rang out in my mind.
*FUCK*
It's the little things that count.
It had started a little over a year ago, with the one Giles had referred to as the "Birth of Myth". Vladimir Tepes, also known as Dracula "the son of the Dragon". The most evil, cunning, and powerful of all vampires had finally decided to come to Sunnydale. Not even the Watchers Council knew if the legends of Vlad the Impaler were genuine, the majority passing it it off as Myth. They dismissed it as the prattling of a deranged Irishman, while some devoted their lives to finding the torturous bastard. The most anything could find on the guy was sketchy tales of a cult known as "The Order of the Dragon" and old wives-tales about the father of all vampires. Though, living on a hellmouth leads one to putting stock in old wives-tales.
Of course his appearance led to another of those apocalyptic battles to save the world. It seems like I get into one of those things at least once a week. The battle had been fierce and bloody as expected, and the monster was slain in grand style. That however is another story for another time. Dracula was gone, but he left a small parting gift.
The Beast had come for him. Unbeknownst to any of us, the Dark Prince had come to Xander in the night, a hypnotic trance on Anya granted him entrance to Xander's basement. Dracula drained poor Anya and embraced Xander, apparently his techniques of seduction aren't limited to the women of the world. I guess he saw Xander as the easiest of prey, I can see the irony of it now, because that is what we all thought of him.
I don't know when I fell in love with him. Hell, I'm still not sure if I am in love with him, or if I just have the Love Jones for vampires who want to kill me. I mean I've even kissed Spike, but... that was a spell. Okay, I know I am babbling but you have to understand, I knew Xander loved me, and yet I wasn't attracted to him in "that way". I don't pretend to understand how love or attractions work, I just know that he was always there for me, loving me, but I couldn't return those feelings. Yet after he was turned I found myself looking back, and feelings emerged I never knew existed. I am definitely one messed up chick. Just call me freak-o-gal.
After the battle our forces were left weak. Riley had lost a lot of blood, Willow and Tara both were pretty drained energy-wise and had lost a lot of blood themselves, and Giles looked like death warmed over. I myself had taken the heaviest brunt of the battle and had been pushed to my farthest limits, by no means prepared for what happened next.
"Where's Xander?" Willow questioned.
"I saw one of his horde toss Xander over those hedges. Must have been knocked un-bloody-conscious. I'll go fetch him." Giles returned.
Giles moved over to the hedges he had mentions and called out for Xander. Worry overcame his face when Xander didn't answer. I remember looking over at him, and watching him raise his crossbow as he approached the shrubbery, and hearing him yelp. He had found Xander lying behind the hedges unconscious and went to help him.
That's when Xander woke up to his new undead existence. He attacked Giles first, who had abandoned his crossbow to provide medical assistance, and in one swift move lifted him over his head and dropped him on his knee. Giles has been in a wheel chair ever since.
But I'm not here to tell you a story, I'm not going to tell you about how Xander's hatred for vampires consumed his demonic counterpart. Or how Xander's twisted mind led him to become what he called the "Dark Messiah" as he attempted to turn the vampiric community into his own Draculian image. I'm not going to tell you how he topped even Angelus in his attempts to torture me and my friends, even started to call himself Alex Lucard. I definitely don't want to get into when Drusilla returned to seduce herself into his graces.
I just wanted my final thoughts to be of him, not of the monster that stands before me with hungry glistening pink fangs, but of the man I never had the chance to love. I know I am going to die and that Buffy Anne Summers will no longer exist, but it doesn't matter. I have been through this all before and it nearly destroyed me, I am tired of fighting. Perhaps turning me so that he and my counterpart can be together forever will even out the cosmic scale of the many times I have hurt him. Maybe, just maybe, a part of me will finally be with him.
He reaches out for me now, beckoning me with his hypnotic gold eyes. Alex is going to turn me, and make me as immortal as himself. He looks so happy, I want to weep for the joy it will bring him, and the death that is meant for me. He touches the side of my face as his lips grow near, so close I can feel the cold death of his breath embrace my veins. Alex's touch is gentle, cool, and familiar with his dagger like teeth so close to claiming their prize. I can almost feel happy about this, about being set free, but I am the Slayer and will never let myself be happy for a vampire. His teeth touch me and I expect the sharp pains of his kiss, but they don't come.
All I hear is his cell phone ringing.
