Title: Born to Lose
Author: Orilon
Rating: R for bad language
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: small ones for Season 1 of Angel, none for Buffy
Distribution: If you want it, take it and let me know where.
Disclaimer: Everything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Title belongs to Cyclone Temple from their I Hate Therefore I am CD. Nevel Falcons came from my imagination.
Summary: Spike turns Xander, but things don't go according to plan and Xander is forced to make a decision.
Feedback: Please
I knew something was wrong when I heard the heartbeat in my crypt. My childe was the only one I could smell, so somehow it was his. Which doesn't make sense since vampires don't have heartbeats; something odd happened when I turned him. He instinctively spoons against me and his heat scorches me. I feel his breath on my shoulder and wonder what happened. The change in heartbeat and breathing alert me to the fact that he is awake.
"Spike."
"Yes, Pet?"
"Why do I have a heartbeat and am breathing?"
"No clue." I say honestly.
I groan when I smell my own sire. Great, the poof came to dust me because I turned one of his precious slayer's friends.
"What do you want, dead boy?" Xander asks, scrambling to his feet.
"You really are." Peaches says with wonder.
Angel stays quiet for a few moments.
"Cordelia had a vision that you became a Nevel Falcon. Looks like she was right."
"He's a what?" I ask.
"Nevel Falcon. When most people are turned, they become vampires like their sires. There are a few that when they are turned, they become Nevel Falcons. Xander is one of them."
"What does that mean?" Xander asks.
"Nevel Falcons keep their soul, eat normal food but once in a while need blood. They keep all of their human characteristics, keep their reflection, are not burned by holy items, and only can be killed by beheading. Every thing else that normally kills a vampire won't kill a Nevel Falcon. They have the ability to change into a falcon and fly. Plus vampire healing ability and vampire strength and speed."
Typical that he would say the soul thing first.
"I can fly?" my childe asks.
"Yes. You can change shape and fly."
At that, instead of the beautiful boy I turned, there was a bloody huge bird, literally. Dark brown feathers covered it, and dark brown eyes looked around wildly.
"How do I change back?" the bird asked frantically.
"Imagine yourself human." came the oh-so-helpful reply.
The bird closed its eyes and Xander is where the bird was a moment ago.
"That was weird." Xander comments.
"You need to learn how to fly." Angel states.
"What?"
"There is no bloody way my childe is flying." I growl.
"If he's going to help Buffy, he needs to learn how to fly."
"He's not going to help the damn slayer." I growl and my eyes probably flash gold from my demon rising.
"Who said I was going to help Buffy?" Xander asks firmly.
"Nevel Falcons fight for good. And Buffy still needs his help." Peaches has the nerve to say.
"Get out." I growl.
"But..." Angel stammers.
"Get out dead boy."
Angel leaves, finally.
"Do you want to help the slayer?" I ask when my childe lays down next to me.
"Not really. She was just using me before."
I thought that was the last word on the subject, but I was wrong. Peaches kept
insisting that Xander help the fucking slayer and another Nevel Falcon came to town, demanding that he stake me and train with her.
"Are you going to stake me?" I ask one night, tired of the suspense.
"No. Are you going to leave me?" he counters.
"Why would I leave you?"
"I have my soul and am a Nevel Falcon." Is his insecure reasoning.
"No. I'm more afraid that you will stake me and run off with the Nevel bint." I say truthfully.
"Why?" he asks.
"You have your soul." I say without thinking.
Every day we reassure each other, I will not leave, and he will not stake me
Author: Orilon
Rating: R for bad language
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: small ones for Season 1 of Angel, none for Buffy
Distribution: If you want it, take it and let me know where.
Disclaimer: Everything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Title belongs to Cyclone Temple from their I Hate Therefore I am CD. Nevel Falcons came from my imagination.
Summary: Spike turns Xander, but things don't go according to plan and Xander is forced to make a decision.
Feedback: Please
I knew something was wrong when I heard the heartbeat in my crypt. My childe was the only one I could smell, so somehow it was his. Which doesn't make sense since vampires don't have heartbeats; something odd happened when I turned him. He instinctively spoons against me and his heat scorches me. I feel his breath on my shoulder and wonder what happened. The change in heartbeat and breathing alert me to the fact that he is awake.
"Spike."
"Yes, Pet?"
"Why do I have a heartbeat and am breathing?"
"No clue." I say honestly.
I groan when I smell my own sire. Great, the poof came to dust me because I turned one of his precious slayer's friends.
"What do you want, dead boy?" Xander asks, scrambling to his feet.
"You really are." Peaches says with wonder.
Angel stays quiet for a few moments.
"Cordelia had a vision that you became a Nevel Falcon. Looks like she was right."
"He's a what?" I ask.
"Nevel Falcon. When most people are turned, they become vampires like their sires. There are a few that when they are turned, they become Nevel Falcons. Xander is one of them."
"What does that mean?" Xander asks.
"Nevel Falcons keep their soul, eat normal food but once in a while need blood. They keep all of their human characteristics, keep their reflection, are not burned by holy items, and only can be killed by beheading. Every thing else that normally kills a vampire won't kill a Nevel Falcon. They have the ability to change into a falcon and fly. Plus vampire healing ability and vampire strength and speed."
Typical that he would say the soul thing first.
"I can fly?" my childe asks.
"Yes. You can change shape and fly."
At that, instead of the beautiful boy I turned, there was a bloody huge bird, literally. Dark brown feathers covered it, and dark brown eyes looked around wildly.
"How do I change back?" the bird asked frantically.
"Imagine yourself human." came the oh-so-helpful reply.
The bird closed its eyes and Xander is where the bird was a moment ago.
"That was weird." Xander comments.
"You need to learn how to fly." Angel states.
"What?"
"There is no bloody way my childe is flying." I growl.
"If he's going to help Buffy, he needs to learn how to fly."
"He's not going to help the damn slayer." I growl and my eyes probably flash gold from my demon rising.
"Who said I was going to help Buffy?" Xander asks firmly.
"Nevel Falcons fight for good. And Buffy still needs his help." Peaches has the nerve to say.
"Get out." I growl.
"But..." Angel stammers.
"Get out dead boy."
Angel leaves, finally.
"Do you want to help the slayer?" I ask when my childe lays down next to me.
"Not really. She was just using me before."
I thought that was the last word on the subject, but I was wrong. Peaches kept
insisting that Xander help the fucking slayer and another Nevel Falcon came to town, demanding that he stake me and train with her.
"Are you going to stake me?" I ask one night, tired of the suspense.
"No. Are you going to leave me?" he counters.
"Why would I leave you?"
"I have my soul and am a Nevel Falcon." Is his insecure reasoning.
"No. I'm more afraid that you will stake me and run off with the Nevel bint." I say truthfully.
"Why?" he asks.
"You have your soul." I say without thinking.
Every day we reassure each other, I will not leave, and he will not stake me