Title: Lonely in my heart (prologue/?)
Author: Michael Dunbar
E-mail: mutant190583@yahoo.com
Category: B/X
Rating: PG14
Summary: Xander.. After 10 years on his own.. He's changed
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, they belong to Joss Whedon and Co. Only the story is mine.
Feedback: Most totally dude:)
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Twisting my hand harder the engine roars in reply to my actions. The highway I am travelling, all but empty apart from a few trucks that appear here and there.
The time on my watch reads 3:45. The darkness seemingly goes on forever into the distance that lies ahead, apart from the little circles of illumination created by a few lampposts that lie at the side of the road.
Feeling the wind at my back and in my hair, I zip up my jacket and as I do I can feel the shotgun attached within as it presses into my skin the jacket tightening around it.
"It's been so long." I mutter to myself, keeping my eyes on the road ahead, I pass a road sign that reads "Los Angeles".
10 years to be precise. It all happened after she died...Buffy. I couldn't cope. I left them. I left everyone. Anya didn't understand. No one did. I traveled across the country for so long always in a pit of despair and I helped people to give my life meaning. One day the PTB caught up with me. They needed me. Now I am a champion. Me, Xander Harris who'd have thought? I knew she returned about 5 months after I left, back from the dead once again. The almighty slayer, but I had a life and I couldn't return
The cigarette in my mouth fell to the floor as I let it drop soon disappearing into the blackness that lies behind me.
They have tried to find me. The Scooby gang, they have come close quite a few times, but they don't know me now, No one does. You have to get up early on a morning to out-smart me these days. I have no idea why I fight. I suppose it gives me a sense of calm.. a sense of meaning. It allows me to get back at the things that have destroyed my life thus far
(Los Angeles, 10 Miles) A road sign reads up ahead and I increase my speed with my grip once more, revving my engine harder. Letting the roar of the engine between my legs calm me somewhat.
I have no friends now. Just sources. Just links to the underworld. It works better this way. I miss them though on rare occasions, at the holidays, or when I watch a movie, it's the little things. She is foremost on my mind. I can't shake her when she appears nor do I try to. Buffy. Her face makes me happy on rainy days. But that's past and I eventually let go focusing on the here and now. Anya hasn't been forgot. She did hold a special place in my heart and still does to this date. But she is nothing compared to Buffy. Compared to how I feel about her. Anya left Sunnydale about 3 months after I did. How do I know this? I have sources and keep checks on them.
Suddenly sirens can be heard behind me and I turn my head. The police. Flashing lights can be seen as they close in to my rear. I twist the handle harder once more letting out an almighty burst of speed and watch as they struggle to keep up.
I'm off back to Sunnydale now though. But not for personal reasons. I don't believe I have any anymore. It's business. It's something big and the slayer isn't enough. What's new? I've helped her quite a few times over the years. She does not know about the part I have played and neither does Angel as well. It's by choice not because I'm ordered to. But then again even if I was I never was good at taking orders
The cop car still behind me, still struggling to keep up to the speed I have set. I decide to put them out of their misery and press a red button on the handle of the bike.
My hair blows wildly out of place as I accelerate forward at a tremendous speed hearing the sirens disappear into the background, I can feel the wind blow against the skin of my face, against the 4 day old bristles of hair that lay there.
Maybe it's time to pay Angel a visit. Cordy and the other's. Time has passed quickly maybe he's gained the redemption he has sought so hard to achieve. I haven't seen him in 4 years and he hasn't seen me in 10
The suburb streets of LA come quickly and give way to that of the inner city and finally the metropolis that is the city center of Los Angeles.
Seeing my new destination up ahead as I speed down a road, I come to a halt placing my bike on its stand.
Looking up at the tall building that is the Hotel where the Angel crew are situated, I remove my shades placing them in my jeans back pocket then step off my bike. Pulling my satchel from the back of my bike I turn and walk towards the door.
Author: Michael Dunbar
E-mail: mutant190583@yahoo.com
Category: B/X
Rating: PG14
Summary: Xander.. After 10 years on his own.. He's changed
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, they belong to Joss Whedon and Co. Only the story is mine.
Feedback: Most totally dude:)
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Twisting my hand harder the engine roars in reply to my actions. The highway I am travelling, all but empty apart from a few trucks that appear here and there.
The time on my watch reads 3:45. The darkness seemingly goes on forever into the distance that lies ahead, apart from the little circles of illumination created by a few lampposts that lie at the side of the road.
Feeling the wind at my back and in my hair, I zip up my jacket and as I do I can feel the shotgun attached within as it presses into my skin the jacket tightening around it.
"It's been so long." I mutter to myself, keeping my eyes on the road ahead, I pass a road sign that reads "Los Angeles".
10 years to be precise. It all happened after she died...Buffy. I couldn't cope. I left them. I left everyone. Anya didn't understand. No one did. I traveled across the country for so long always in a pit of despair and I helped people to give my life meaning. One day the PTB caught up with me. They needed me. Now I am a champion. Me, Xander Harris who'd have thought? I knew she returned about 5 months after I left, back from the dead once again. The almighty slayer, but I had a life and I couldn't return
The cigarette in my mouth fell to the floor as I let it drop soon disappearing into the blackness that lies behind me.
They have tried to find me. The Scooby gang, they have come close quite a few times, but they don't know me now, No one does. You have to get up early on a morning to out-smart me these days. I have no idea why I fight. I suppose it gives me a sense of calm.. a sense of meaning. It allows me to get back at the things that have destroyed my life thus far
(Los Angeles, 10 Miles) A road sign reads up ahead and I increase my speed with my grip once more, revving my engine harder. Letting the roar of the engine between my legs calm me somewhat.
I have no friends now. Just sources. Just links to the underworld. It works better this way. I miss them though on rare occasions, at the holidays, or when I watch a movie, it's the little things. She is foremost on my mind. I can't shake her when she appears nor do I try to. Buffy. Her face makes me happy on rainy days. But that's past and I eventually let go focusing on the here and now. Anya hasn't been forgot. She did hold a special place in my heart and still does to this date. But she is nothing compared to Buffy. Compared to how I feel about her. Anya left Sunnydale about 3 months after I did. How do I know this? I have sources and keep checks on them.
Suddenly sirens can be heard behind me and I turn my head. The police. Flashing lights can be seen as they close in to my rear. I twist the handle harder once more letting out an almighty burst of speed and watch as they struggle to keep up.
I'm off back to Sunnydale now though. But not for personal reasons. I don't believe I have any anymore. It's business. It's something big and the slayer isn't enough. What's new? I've helped her quite a few times over the years. She does not know about the part I have played and neither does Angel as well. It's by choice not because I'm ordered to. But then again even if I was I never was good at taking orders
The cop car still behind me, still struggling to keep up to the speed I have set. I decide to put them out of their misery and press a red button on the handle of the bike.
My hair blows wildly out of place as I accelerate forward at a tremendous speed hearing the sirens disappear into the background, I can feel the wind blow against the skin of my face, against the 4 day old bristles of hair that lay there.
Maybe it's time to pay Angel a visit. Cordy and the other's. Time has passed quickly maybe he's gained the redemption he has sought so hard to achieve. I haven't seen him in 4 years and he hasn't seen me in 10
The suburb streets of LA come quickly and give way to that of the inner city and finally the metropolis that is the city center of Los Angeles.
Seeing my new destination up ahead as I speed down a road, I come to a halt placing my bike on its stand.
Looking up at the tall building that is the Hotel where the Angel crew are situated, I remove my shades placing them in my jeans back pocket then step off my bike. Pulling my satchel from the back of my bike I turn and walk towards the door.