Title: The Choice (2a/2)
Author: Saturn Girl
Email: saturngirl9@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Second season
Characters: X, Aus, D, S
Rating: R for violence, language, sexual content
Warnings: Dark Fic...Character death, implied rape
Summary: AU. In part one, Xander was captured by Angelus and Drusilla. In this part, Vamp Xander is born.
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.
*****
The dark-haired young vampire opened his eyes.
Surveying his surroundings, the Creature Formerly Known as Xander realized he was lying on the cold cement floor of the abandoned factory (isn't there always an abandoned factory?) that Angelus had brought him to. He turned his head and saw the sightless corpse of Cordelia Chase a few feet away.
Struggling to push himself up, he remembered with much irritation that he was bound. Snapping the restraints with ease, the vampire rubbed his wrists and was surprised to notice that all the welts, bruises, and wounds he had sustained from his "playtime" with Angelus and Drusilla were healed.
"Ahh...my precious one has been reborn! Spike, come see the new baby. Isn't he beautiful?" Drusilla glided into view and helped the confused fledgling vampire to his feet.
Spike rolled his wheelchair closer to take a look at the reason why his princess and Brood Boy had been so preoccupied for the last 24 hours.
"I feel...different." Xander stood his ground, warily taking in the situation. His eyes looked past Spike and settled on a figure standing in the shadows. He watched as a familiar face emerged.
"What?! You turned the wanker?" Spike snorted in disgust as he recognized the Slayerette. "Well, there goes the bloody neighborhood."
"Spike, that's no way to welcome the newest addition to our family. Go on, stand up and give your new brother a hug. Oh, sorry, I forgot - you can't," teased Angelus as he approached the new vampire.
Spike's eyes darkened at the insult, and he pulled out a cigarette. As he lit up, he muttered beneath his breath, "I'll be right as rain soon enough, Nancy Boy. Then I'm going to have a nice bit of fun driving this damn chair straight up your arse."
Angelus circled Xander, taking in the young man's transformation. Xander's eyes never left his. "Well, well, well. How do you feel, Harris? Sleep okay? Pleasant dreams, I trust?"
"You did this to me." His voice was flat, emotionless.
"Yes. That makes me your Sire. Kinda like your boss, Harris, so don't piss me off." Angelus stood eye to eye with the youth. With a menacing smile, he said, "You don't want to know what I do to insubordinate employees."
"I think I have a pretty good idea what you're capable of, Angelus."
"Good." He slapped Xander lightly on the cheek and smiled darkly. The younger vampire's eyes never wavered. "We have an understanding, then." Drusilla moved up behind her Sire and traced her fingers along the sleeves of his silk shirt.
"We will have so much fun tonight, Daddy. Death, torment, screams, despair...I can barely wait!" She twirled around Angelus and Spike, excited. "It will be a lovely party! A birthday party for Alexander! With lots of delicious presents!"
"What the hell is she talking about? Angelus, what's going on? What party?" Spike looked utterly confused.
Xander backed slowly away from the older vampires. He stalked around the room, eyes roaming, searching like a hunter.
He paused at a workbench piled up with personal items Angelus had stripped from him and Cordelia. A denim jacket, a purse, a wallet filled with photographs of smiling people. As Angelus filled Spike in on his plan to attack Buffy and her friends, Xander rifled through all the mementos from his previous life. Drusilla approached, embracing him.
"What are you doing, precious?" asked Drusilla, as she nibbled his ear.
"Nothing. It's just junk." He tossed the wallet aside, his face betraying not a flicker of emotion.
"That's right, kitten. Your old life is over, but your new existence is just beginning! We will make certain your first hunt tonight is very special!" Drusilla picked up the wallet and flipped through the photos. She pointed to a picture of Willow. "Oh, she's a sweet morsel. Let's taste her together, Alexander."
Xander looked at Drusilla, his eyes filled with need, and said, "I'm hungry." She moved closer and put her finger to his lips.
"Hush. Not yet. We don't want to spoil dinner. We'll feast on Slayer blood tonight. Miss Edith knows that Slayer's blood will make you feel very, very good, indeed. We will have a wonderful time at your birthday party tonight, you and I." She tugged at the fledgling and led him back to Angelus and Spike.
Angelus turned to his new vampire with a big grin on his face. "It's finally sundown. Party time! Ready to do some damage, Harris?"
"Actually, yes." With that, Xander whipped out the wooden stake he had pilfered from his jacket and staked Angelus before the older vampire had a chance to react.
"Oh, shi..." Angelus' words were forever cut off as he crumbled into dust. Drusilla and Spike stared at Xander, their faces filled with shock and amazement, not quite comprehending that their Sire was gone.
"You...you killed Daddy!" whimpered Drusilla.
"Yeah, well, I never cared much for my old man." Xander fixed Drusilla with a cruel stare. "I promised him I would see him dead. He should have listened."
Spike exploded into hysterical laughter. "That was bloody FANTASTIC! Brilliant, really. The old poofter never saw it coming!" He clapped his hands and gave Xander the thumbs up gesture. "Oh, I wish all the old mates from London were here to see the scourge of Europe dusted by a high schooler! Kid, I definitely owe you an apology about that whole wanker comment. You are going to make one helluva cold blooded killer."
Drusilla howled with rage, switched to her game face and started to lunge at Xander, but Spike held her back.
"Let 'im go, my sweet. Angelus was really sloppy this time. You don't go turning one of your worst enemies and then expect 'im to play nice. He deserved his fate." Drusilla looked down at Spike, tears in her eyes. "There, there, Dru. We don't need him. We never did." Drusilla crawled into Spike's lap, sobbing as he consoled her.
"Get out," Spike said. "If I see you again, I'll buy you a pint, but you'd be wise to steer clear of Dru for the time being."
Xander grabbed a black silk shirt hanging off a rack, and walked out of the factory into the moonlight, never once looking back.
"I have unfinished Scooby Gang business to take care of," he said to himself as he pulled on the shirt. "Damn, I hope this doesn't make me look too much like Dead Boy."
He walked into the street, and stood his ground as a lone car approached. The driver, realizing the man in the street wasn't budging, swerved to avoid a head on collision. Stopping shortly down the road, the driver hopped out, visibly enraged as he approached Xander.
"ARE YOU INSANE? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, ASSHOLE?!!" he screamed, rolling up his sleeves as if expecting a fight.
Xander's face shifted to full vampire mode. "Stealing your car, asshole." The man's face paled, and he turned to run. Xander grabbed him and threw the frightened man halfway across the street into some stray garbage cans. He readjusted his shirt, strode to the car, got in, and drove away.
*** to be continued ***
Author: Saturn Girl
Email: saturngirl9@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Second season
Characters: X, Aus, D, S
Rating: R for violence, language, sexual content
Warnings: Dark Fic...Character death, implied rape
Summary: AU. In part one, Xander was captured by Angelus and Drusilla. In this part, Vamp Xander is born.
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.
*****
The dark-haired young vampire opened his eyes.
Surveying his surroundings, the Creature Formerly Known as Xander realized he was lying on the cold cement floor of the abandoned factory (isn't there always an abandoned factory?) that Angelus had brought him to. He turned his head and saw the sightless corpse of Cordelia Chase a few feet away.
Struggling to push himself up, he remembered with much irritation that he was bound. Snapping the restraints with ease, the vampire rubbed his wrists and was surprised to notice that all the welts, bruises, and wounds he had sustained from his "playtime" with Angelus and Drusilla were healed.
"Ahh...my precious one has been reborn! Spike, come see the new baby. Isn't he beautiful?" Drusilla glided into view and helped the confused fledgling vampire to his feet.
Spike rolled his wheelchair closer to take a look at the reason why his princess and Brood Boy had been so preoccupied for the last 24 hours.
"I feel...different." Xander stood his ground, warily taking in the situation. His eyes looked past Spike and settled on a figure standing in the shadows. He watched as a familiar face emerged.
"What?! You turned the wanker?" Spike snorted in disgust as he recognized the Slayerette. "Well, there goes the bloody neighborhood."
"Spike, that's no way to welcome the newest addition to our family. Go on, stand up and give your new brother a hug. Oh, sorry, I forgot - you can't," teased Angelus as he approached the new vampire.
Spike's eyes darkened at the insult, and he pulled out a cigarette. As he lit up, he muttered beneath his breath, "I'll be right as rain soon enough, Nancy Boy. Then I'm going to have a nice bit of fun driving this damn chair straight up your arse."
Angelus circled Xander, taking in the young man's transformation. Xander's eyes never left his. "Well, well, well. How do you feel, Harris? Sleep okay? Pleasant dreams, I trust?"
"You did this to me." His voice was flat, emotionless.
"Yes. That makes me your Sire. Kinda like your boss, Harris, so don't piss me off." Angelus stood eye to eye with the youth. With a menacing smile, he said, "You don't want to know what I do to insubordinate employees."
"I think I have a pretty good idea what you're capable of, Angelus."
"Good." He slapped Xander lightly on the cheek and smiled darkly. The younger vampire's eyes never wavered. "We have an understanding, then." Drusilla moved up behind her Sire and traced her fingers along the sleeves of his silk shirt.
"We will have so much fun tonight, Daddy. Death, torment, screams, despair...I can barely wait!" She twirled around Angelus and Spike, excited. "It will be a lovely party! A birthday party for Alexander! With lots of delicious presents!"
"What the hell is she talking about? Angelus, what's going on? What party?" Spike looked utterly confused.
Xander backed slowly away from the older vampires. He stalked around the room, eyes roaming, searching like a hunter.
He paused at a workbench piled up with personal items Angelus had stripped from him and Cordelia. A denim jacket, a purse, a wallet filled with photographs of smiling people. As Angelus filled Spike in on his plan to attack Buffy and her friends, Xander rifled through all the mementos from his previous life. Drusilla approached, embracing him.
"What are you doing, precious?" asked Drusilla, as she nibbled his ear.
"Nothing. It's just junk." He tossed the wallet aside, his face betraying not a flicker of emotion.
"That's right, kitten. Your old life is over, but your new existence is just beginning! We will make certain your first hunt tonight is very special!" Drusilla picked up the wallet and flipped through the photos. She pointed to a picture of Willow. "Oh, she's a sweet morsel. Let's taste her together, Alexander."
Xander looked at Drusilla, his eyes filled with need, and said, "I'm hungry." She moved closer and put her finger to his lips.
"Hush. Not yet. We don't want to spoil dinner. We'll feast on Slayer blood tonight. Miss Edith knows that Slayer's blood will make you feel very, very good, indeed. We will have a wonderful time at your birthday party tonight, you and I." She tugged at the fledgling and led him back to Angelus and Spike.
Angelus turned to his new vampire with a big grin on his face. "It's finally sundown. Party time! Ready to do some damage, Harris?"
"Actually, yes." With that, Xander whipped out the wooden stake he had pilfered from his jacket and staked Angelus before the older vampire had a chance to react.
"Oh, shi..." Angelus' words were forever cut off as he crumbled into dust. Drusilla and Spike stared at Xander, their faces filled with shock and amazement, not quite comprehending that their Sire was gone.
"You...you killed Daddy!" whimpered Drusilla.
"Yeah, well, I never cared much for my old man." Xander fixed Drusilla with a cruel stare. "I promised him I would see him dead. He should have listened."
Spike exploded into hysterical laughter. "That was bloody FANTASTIC! Brilliant, really. The old poofter never saw it coming!" He clapped his hands and gave Xander the thumbs up gesture. "Oh, I wish all the old mates from London were here to see the scourge of Europe dusted by a high schooler! Kid, I definitely owe you an apology about that whole wanker comment. You are going to make one helluva cold blooded killer."
Drusilla howled with rage, switched to her game face and started to lunge at Xander, but Spike held her back.
"Let 'im go, my sweet. Angelus was really sloppy this time. You don't go turning one of your worst enemies and then expect 'im to play nice. He deserved his fate." Drusilla looked down at Spike, tears in her eyes. "There, there, Dru. We don't need him. We never did." Drusilla crawled into Spike's lap, sobbing as he consoled her.
"Get out," Spike said. "If I see you again, I'll buy you a pint, but you'd be wise to steer clear of Dru for the time being."
Xander grabbed a black silk shirt hanging off a rack, and walked out of the factory into the moonlight, never once looking back.
"I have unfinished Scooby Gang business to take care of," he said to himself as he pulled on the shirt. "Damn, I hope this doesn't make me look too much like Dead Boy."
He walked into the street, and stood his ground as a lone car approached. The driver, realizing the man in the street wasn't budging, swerved to avoid a head on collision. Stopping shortly down the road, the driver hopped out, visibly enraged as he approached Xander.
"ARE YOU INSANE? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, ASSHOLE?!!" he screamed, rolling up his sleeves as if expecting a fight.
Xander's face shifted to full vampire mode. "Stealing your car, asshole." The man's face paled, and he turned to run. Xander grabbed him and threw the frightened man halfway across the street into some stray garbage cans. He readjusted his shirt, strode to the car, got in, and drove away.
*** to be continued ***