Warlock
Xander and the red head had left the park and made their way to an open seating restaurant. The walk from the Cemetery had calmed Xander down a bit, especially after fighting 6 vamps on the way. It took 30 minutes longer than it should have but it was worth it. The red head merely stood back and watched Xander kill the vampires with his newfound strength. Catching his reflection in a window of the restaurant Xander found his hair to be completely white.
After the read head asked for the biggest piece of cake the waitress could possibly serve without loosing her job he turned to Xander his face serious for a few moments.
"Do you know who you are?" The stranger asked
" Yes, do you?" Xander answered sarcastically.
" Pretty damn well. I am Gunner Mercutio, Warlock number 196285 First Class. Horseman of Fear and General of Heavens Southern Legions. And to rebuke your answer, you don't know who you are."
" Horseman of Fear? General? Look buddy, I've had a bad enough night. Last thing I need right now is some psycho that thinks he's a general from heaven." Just as Xander was about to get up Gunner fixed him with a blood-chilling glare.
" Sit down. Now." He growled. At that moment Xander felt all his limbs freeze and an overwhelming sense of fear hit him. Obediently he sat down. "I'm sorry I had to do that Xander." Sighed Gunner looking very tired at that moment "but you need to listen."
Xander felt the fear slowly fade away, regaining the courage to speak, he looked up.
" What did you just do to me?"
" Being the horseman of Fear gives you a few advantages. I know someone's fear, I can sense it. Expand it and retract it. On a good day I can make about 14 some odd guys unafraid to fight someone like the Judge head on. I can also make those same 14 guys afraid of their own shadow to the point where they would kill themselves before looking at it." Gunner said his smirk returning to his face
"Look can you just cut to the chase? What are the Warlocks? And why do we have the same symbol on our wrists?" He said impatiently
" I'll give you a little club history kid. We were formed around 2387 B.C. We were hired guns, worked for the empire that would payed us the most. Our members came from five different tribes. The Vran, the Gelnika, the Drott, the Ventraka and the Hulud Kai. Each tribe sent 20 boys to be trained at our camps. We mostly did assassinations and undermined armies. Things went well for the next 2000 years. Then Lucifer came to us with a job offer from God himself. The angels weren't allowed to come down directly and help humans so we were offered the job. Well we took it and from then on we came under Gods service."
Xander looked at him wide eyed. Of all the things he had heard in his life that one took the cake.
" So uhhh you were here for all this?"
" Man I wish! Didn't join until 1132 AD. I'm originally from Scotland. A lot of things had changed before I joined." Gunner answered
" Wait... you're 868 years old? Man you must be well preserved."
Gunner laughed at this good-naturedly. Xander made him laugh, but it pained him deep down knowing that the fallen one was just like him.
" When you become a Warlock first class you stop aging. You can die like anyone else it's just a lot harder. Anyway I think it would be better if my friend Grimm explained the rest to you."
" Grimm... he wouldn't happen to have white hair would he?" Xander asked remembering the man from his dream.
" Sometimes, how'd you know?" Gunner suddenly sat up with the serious look back on his face
" I saw him in a dream; he was fighting some guy with red eyes and a black sword."
Gunner's hair looked almost blood like when his face turned paled at the mention of a black sword. He suddenly stood up and walked a short distance from Xander telling him to stay put. Yanking out a cell phone Gunner dialed in a number and started speaking franticly.
" Grimm Christ man you got to get your ass over here now. The kid has had the dreams I think he might have been released." Gunner turned to Xander and told him they had to get to a safe place.
" What are you talking about your stuffs not even here yet." Xander protested
" Look I'll explain later but we have to get out of here now." Turning around Gunner ran right into a man. " Jeez sorry buddy, I'm in a bit of a hur- oh shit" If Xander had seen his face he would have seen complete and utter terror at what was before him. The red eyed stranger was standing right before him in an Armani suit and leather trench coat.
" Gunner, long time no see. Last time I saw you, you were still going through training to become an Archangel." The stranger smiled "please sit."
Gunner quickly went for his short swords but was stopped by some invisible force. His hands shook with the effort and his tattoo glowed and smoked. Xander grabbed his own wrists as pain slowly lanced through them.
" Now as I said please, sit" the stranger pulled out a seat and sat himself down gesturing toward the other two chairs. Seeing as they had no choice they sat down.
" What the hell are you doing here? How did you get out?" Gunner asked through gritted teeth rubbing his sore wrist.
" That fool Glorificus let me out. One of her books mentioned me and the power I possessed so she let me out in hopes of controlling me. Girl wasn't the smartest one around but she gave a good blowjob after I broke her arms and legs. It's funny how a few broken limbs will change a person out look on oral sex." The stranger said his face never changing form the cold tired look he had.
" You're the guy in my dreams." Xander stated
The stranger looked at Xander as though he had seen him for the first time.
" And who might you be? Wait don't say anything, I like guessing games. Hmmm you have both marks of the Hell Guardians and Warlocks, so I'm guessing you're a hybrid. It's good to see a few more out there now a day. And I can see that you have been initiated very recently." The stranger sat back and stroked his chin thoughtfully "Now the question is what tribe your from. From your hair I'd say Hulud Kai, but the fact that your Rage is coming off you in tidal waves suggests Drott blood. Yes, you are most likely a Drott/Hulud Kai."
" Enough of this bullshit, what the hell do you want?" Gunner growled hands shaking with the effort of reaching his swords
" What I want? Nothing." The stranger answered
" Then why the hell are you here? You obviously can't try to destroy the society; our numbers are so small we had our last reunion at a telephone booth."
" A what? You must forgive me; being in Hell for 6,000 years puts you behind in matters. Of course you would know that, helping to put me there and all." The stranger spat the last sentence out; his cool demeanor melting away to reveal anger so intense that all those around them were affected.
Xander heard a loud smack from behind and saw a man slap his wife when she wanted to leave early. A waiter broke a bottle over the manager's head, and a young boy began strangling his sister. Xander tried to get up but his wrists began to smoke once again and an invisible force forced him down again.
" STOP THIS! You want to kill me fine, I've lived more than I ever wanted, but don't hurt them."
" Oh I think not Gunner, you see I have a lot of pent up rage in me, about 6000 years worth. Besides this is tame compared to what I just did only a half-hour ago."
Gunner grew extremely pale right then.
" You didn't... oh god no."
" She was a quite the looker. Tighter than a beer bottle." The stranger said a sick grin plastered to his face
Suddenly Xander knew who it was. It was the General from his dream; he would never forget that grin. It was frightening how something as innocent as a grin could impart such perverse evil.
" You sick son of a bitch." Xander said body shaking and wrists smoking as he tried to get and attack him
" AHH the hybrid can speak. But in all seriousness you can't blame me. The only non-rotting women in Hell were the legions of horn womb Hags of Gehenna, and I'm not that desperate. Oh and you wouldn't believe who I bumped into. William the former Horsemen that once wore your mantel. He is a Vampire now you know, and has a most peculiar appearance changed his hair to a white yellow."
" Spike! Spike was a horseman!?" Xander exclaimed, turning to Gunner he saw that he too had a surprised look on his face
" He was most violent with me, had to pin him to a wall, lost a perfectly good claymore. But it turned out quite well, a good lay and an old friend all in one spot."
"Wait a minute, she was with him?" Xander asked a growing feeling of dread in his stomach
" Yes, the most beautiful chestnut brown hair I have seen since Katherine, you remember her don't you Gunner?"
" I am going to kill you, if it the last thing I do." Gunner growled
" Not in this Millennia. But I must be leaving, things to do and arrange. I don't even have a place to stay yet." Standing up he stepped backwards and had the shadows engulf him
Jumping to his feet Xander raced out of the restaurant ignoring the confused and battered people. He ran with all his newly found speed to Spikes crypt. When he came to Spikes crypt he saw the door blown in. Walking in he saw Spike pinned to the wall with a sword most of his blood beneath him. The sudden loss of blood made Spike paler if it were possible and incredibly thin. Like a hollow husk.
Yanking the sword out of the wall, Xander caught Spike and laid him on the floor.
" I...I tried to help her." Spike whimpered blood tears flowing down his face "I was too weak, I...couldn't...help-" Spike hacked violently and coughed up what little blood he had left
" Where is she, is she still alive! ANSWER ME!" Xander screamed slamming Spikes battered body against the ground
" Down.... stairs. I was too weak....." Xander put Spike on his sleeping slab and threw him a blood pack from the fridge before opening the trap door. Spike ripped into the bag then curled into a ball, crying softly to himself. What Xander saw would be imprinted in his memory for the rest of his life.
Dawn's hands were tied to the bedpost. She was curled up the best she could in that position, shaking and covered in human bite marks. Dried Blood was all over the stomach and the inside of her thigh's, flakes would fall off every so often from the shaking. Tears stained her face both fresh and old.
" Dawn..." Xander whispered
Franticly she tried to get away from the source of the voice. She began to scream and cry hysterically when she found she could go no further.
" PLEASE PLEASE! NO MORE!" Dawn cried
"Dawn, Dawnie calm down please it's me Xander." Xander said soothingly. Sitting on the bed he tried to reach out to Dawn but this only frightened her more
" Your not Xander you just trying to hurt me again, I can see your red eyes, please" she sobbed " Please don't hurt me anymore."
" Dawnie please it's me, ignore the eyes, I'm Xander. On your 12 birthday that kid spilled water on the crotch of your pants so I did the same to mine so they wouldn't laugh. I chaperoned your trip to Disney land, and I gave you my signed Jack Keruac book for Christmas."
" Xander..." Dawn whimpered "Xander!"
Taking out his pocketknife Xander quickly cut the ropes holding her. Immediately Dawn jumped into his arms and held him tightly. Xander felt tears trickle down his face when he thought of the pain she had to endure. Right then it was like the flood doors had opened for Dawn she cried into his shirt till it was soaked with her tears.
" I screamed for you and Spike and neither of you came, why didn't you come, why?" Dawn sobbed " He killed Spike didn't he, he kept on laughing about no one cared and that Spike would bleed until he was ashes"
" Spikes all right, come on, let's get you to my place. You need some food and a good bath."
" Spike too?" Dawn asked
Despite Xander's animosity towards Spike he couldn't refuse this of her in that state. That and the way Spiked acted when he saw him suggested that there was more to the neutered Vampire that meets the eye.
"Spike too." Taking some of the clean sheets lying on a dresser Xander wrapped them around Dawn and lifted her effortlessly. When he came to the top of the stairs Gunner was standing over Spike checking his wounds
" He needs to get stitched up." Gunner said
Walking over to Xander, Gunner visibly flinched when he saw Dawn shrink away from him.
" Come one, I have a car parked down at the Cemetery entrance."
" Who was that guy, how did he have such power over us?"
Gunner bent down and picked up the Claymore Spike was pinned with. Walking over to Xander Gunner showed him the Hilt of the blade. There written clearly in Silver letters:
Alexander
Yes I know I'm making Spike look like a little bitch but the guy just practically bleed to death while listening to Dawn get raped, so I don't think he would be himself. I'm trying to convey the level of care Spike feels towards Dawn