Disclaimer:I own nothing in the BTVS universe, just the story I'm writing,
Joss Whedon owns everything Buffy.
Rating: PG-13, Language, violence, and a little sexual innuendo.
Pairings: W/T, X/Anya, others later maybe
Time: about midseason of season 5
Summary: A new player arrives in Sunnydale with his own agenda concerning Dawn and Glory. Who is he and how will it affect the gangs future?
ONE
Xander Harris was not having a good evening, it had started out not so bad but it had gone downhill pretty quickly when the group of Vampires had jumped Buffy and himself as they were leaving the cemetery. Buffy could have probably handled all six of them by herself, but one of them did something unexpected, she pulled out a can of pepper spray, and let Buffy have it right in the eyes.
Blinded and disoriented, Buffy would have been dead meat, so Xander did what he had to do, he jumped into the group and began fighting. Trying to give the Slayer time to recover, time to save the both of them. He had done well initially, as usual, the Vamps tended to underestimate him, and two of them were now dust thanks to that bit of luck.
Now, however, things were looking pretty bad. Two Vamps were holding Buffy down, one had Xander in a full Nelson, and the last one was getting ready to put the bite on Buffy.
"Now you die Slayer."
"NO!" Xander struggled futilely against the Vamp holding him. The other Vamps laughed.
"I don't find any of this particularly funny." A new voice stated from behind Xander. "In fact, it kinda pisses me off."
The Vamp holding Xander turned to look, which allowed Xander to see the man who had just spoke.
He was small, smaller than Buffy, he was about twenty, blond, shoulder length hair parted in the center, dark complected, dark eyes, a black moustache that curved down past his mouth nearly to his jaw line, and he had a sad little smile on his face.
He was sitting on a tombstone. He was wearing black jeans, a gray t shirt, brown hiking boots and a black leather bomber jacket that was zipped about a quarter of the way up. His elbows were resting on his knees as he leaned forward to look closely at Xander.
"Who the Hell are you?" the Vamp that had been about to bite Buffy asked angrily.
"My name isn't important, Bloodsucker. What's important, is that I'm giving you a chance to let go of them and leave before I lose my temper."
He hopped off the tombstone and began to walk toward them. The Vamps seemed confused for a moment, Xander didn't blame them, he was a bit confused himself.
"How about we just kill you?" The lead Vamp snarled, "You don't look like much to worry about to me."
"That's the problem with looks," the man sighed tiredly, "They're usually deceiving."
He had moved up until he was face to face with the Vamp leader, well face to chest actually, he was pretty short. The Vamp wasn't impressed, he looked down at him and bared his fangs as he laughed. Then the Vamp reached down and grabbed him by the arm.
"You were warned." The man said. He reached out and grabbed the Vamp, lifted him over his head and threw him about twenty feet. He smacked into the side of a mausoleum with the crunch of bones breaking.
Before the leader landed, the man half turned and tore the head off the one holding Xander and threw it at one of the ones holding Buffy down. He launched himself at the last Vamp with a feral snarl. The Vamp holding Xander dusted and he staggered forward, off balance a bit.
The Vamp holding Buffy's left arm let go of her to catch the head thrown at him. It was an instinctive reflex that allowed Buffy to strike the one on her right arm, that one staggered back from the force of the punch, right into the stranger's tackle. They went down in a tangled heap, there was a loud crack and the Vamp dusted as his head came off.
The other Vamp tried to catch the head but it dusted before he got his hands on it. He was momentarily blinded by the dust, so he never saw the stake the Buffy rammed into his heart. He dusted without knowing quite what happened.
Xander moved over to Buffy whose eyes were still running from the pepper spray, "Are you alright, Buff?" He asked as he took her arm.
"I'll be okay, Xan." She said, "Who was the assist guy?"
"My name is Harry Kenzie. You must be Buffy Summers and Alexander Harris." The man said as he walked back over to them.
"How do you know our names? And how did you do all that? Are you some kind of Demon or something?" Xander asked as he moved between Buffy and the man.
"It's a very long story that I would really rather not tell it in the middle of the night in a Sunnydale cemetery." He replied with an exaggerated wave.
"Okay, good point." Xander replied. "I think we can find a better place to talk."
"Oh yeah, one last thing." Harry said. He walked over to the Vamp who was lying unconscious next to the mausoleum. He produced a stake from his jacket pocket and finished him off. He rejoined them a moment later, brushing dust off his hands.
"Okay, we can go now."
The three of them arrived at the Magic Box about ten minutes later. During the walk over, Harry had allowed Buffy to check his pulse and had placed a cross against his forehead to prove he wasn't a Vampire. He definitely had a pulse and the cross caused him no harm so he wasn't one. He could be some sort of Demon or maybe a sorcerer. Willow and Giles would be able to tell if he were, Xander thought.
They entered the shop to find Giles, Willow, Tara, Anya and Dawn sitting at the large table near the back. Giles looked up from a rather large book and started to speak, but then he caught sight of Harry, "I'm sorry, Sir, we're closed for the day."
"It's okay, Giles, he's with us." Buffy said as she crossed the room and took a seat. Xander moved toward Anya but stopped when he saw the look on her face. She had gone pale and was trying to get up from her seat and back up at the same time.
"Ahn?" She continued to back away, her eyes wide in fear.
"It's alright, Anyanka, I'm not here for you." Harry said quietly. He leaned up against the front counter and sighed. "It just sucks to have my past."
"Who are you?" Giles asked somewhat agitatedly, "How do you know Anya?"
"My name is Harry Kenzie. I know Anyanka there because I once tried to kill her."
Everyone in the room was staring at him now. Xander moved so he was between Harry And Anya, Buffy got back up and pulled a stake from her waistband. "Easy there! It was a long time ago, and she was a Vengeance Demon."
"So what are you?" Buffy asked, "No human could have moved like you did earlier. And how did you know who I am?"
"Let me tell you all a little story that should answer all of your questions. I think it all started about 15,000 years ago."
"Oh no! Not a history lesson!" Xander groaned.
"Be quiet, Xander." Giles said irritably, "We need answers and your interrupting will not speed the process. With Glory running around loose, we cannot afford too many distractions."
"Nicely said Mr. Giles. Now where was I? Oh yes, 15,000 years ago the nation of Atlantis was in it's prime. They were every bit as powerful as America is now, more powerful in some ways, but there were constant threats to the nation. To deal with these threats the Atlantean Highguard was formed. They were the finest warriors, mages, scholars and adventurers in the land."
"For almost a millennia they defended Atlantis from all her enemies. Eventually though, they were defeated from within. A trusted high mage betrayed them to the darkness and Atlantis fell. The survivors scattered to the four corners of the earth, and once mighty Atlantis passed into legend. That's the story most folks know."
"I take it there's more?" Buffy asked.
"Bright girl. The Highguard was made up of the best and brightest, but there were none better or brighter than the General Staff. It took humanity until World War Two to relearn how effective a General Staff could be, but that's another story. Anyway, before they were betrayed, a member of the General Staff was sent to what is now Australia with a detachment of soldiers to fight a demon. The General's name was Kenzig, and he was a warrior to be reckoned with."
"He found and fought the Demon, most of his men were killed but he killed the Demon. In his moment of triumph, he learned that the Demon was a lure to get him out of Atlantis so that his homeland could be betrayed. He abandoned his men and raced back to Atlantis, but he was too late. The mage who had betrayed his homeland had already struck and Atlantis was no more."
"The betrayal was all the more bitter because the mage was his own brother, Danali. After he found out the details from several other survivors, Kenzig sought out a powerful witch and had her curse his brother. The curse was an unusual one, it stipulated that Denali could only die by his brother's hand."
"My word, that seems a little extreme for a curse." Giles said.
"Kenzig wanted vengeance in the worst way. He didn't want anyone to cheat him of his prize so that's what he tried to do, prevent anyone else from killing Denali, so that he could. What he didn't foresee were some possible consequences."
Okay folks, if you like it, let me know and I'll write more. If you don't let me know and I'll write more to annoy you!
Rating: PG-13, Language, violence, and a little sexual innuendo.
Pairings: W/T, X/Anya, others later maybe
Time: about midseason of season 5
Summary: A new player arrives in Sunnydale with his own agenda concerning Dawn and Glory. Who is he and how will it affect the gangs future?
ONE
Xander Harris was not having a good evening, it had started out not so bad but it had gone downhill pretty quickly when the group of Vampires had jumped Buffy and himself as they were leaving the cemetery. Buffy could have probably handled all six of them by herself, but one of them did something unexpected, she pulled out a can of pepper spray, and let Buffy have it right in the eyes.
Blinded and disoriented, Buffy would have been dead meat, so Xander did what he had to do, he jumped into the group and began fighting. Trying to give the Slayer time to recover, time to save the both of them. He had done well initially, as usual, the Vamps tended to underestimate him, and two of them were now dust thanks to that bit of luck.
Now, however, things were looking pretty bad. Two Vamps were holding Buffy down, one had Xander in a full Nelson, and the last one was getting ready to put the bite on Buffy.
"Now you die Slayer."
"NO!" Xander struggled futilely against the Vamp holding him. The other Vamps laughed.
"I don't find any of this particularly funny." A new voice stated from behind Xander. "In fact, it kinda pisses me off."
The Vamp holding Xander turned to look, which allowed Xander to see the man who had just spoke.
He was small, smaller than Buffy, he was about twenty, blond, shoulder length hair parted in the center, dark complected, dark eyes, a black moustache that curved down past his mouth nearly to his jaw line, and he had a sad little smile on his face.
He was sitting on a tombstone. He was wearing black jeans, a gray t shirt, brown hiking boots and a black leather bomber jacket that was zipped about a quarter of the way up. His elbows were resting on his knees as he leaned forward to look closely at Xander.
"Who the Hell are you?" the Vamp that had been about to bite Buffy asked angrily.
"My name isn't important, Bloodsucker. What's important, is that I'm giving you a chance to let go of them and leave before I lose my temper."
He hopped off the tombstone and began to walk toward them. The Vamps seemed confused for a moment, Xander didn't blame them, he was a bit confused himself.
"How about we just kill you?" The lead Vamp snarled, "You don't look like much to worry about to me."
"That's the problem with looks," the man sighed tiredly, "They're usually deceiving."
He had moved up until he was face to face with the Vamp leader, well face to chest actually, he was pretty short. The Vamp wasn't impressed, he looked down at him and bared his fangs as he laughed. Then the Vamp reached down and grabbed him by the arm.
"You were warned." The man said. He reached out and grabbed the Vamp, lifted him over his head and threw him about twenty feet. He smacked into the side of a mausoleum with the crunch of bones breaking.
Before the leader landed, the man half turned and tore the head off the one holding Xander and threw it at one of the ones holding Buffy down. He launched himself at the last Vamp with a feral snarl. The Vamp holding Xander dusted and he staggered forward, off balance a bit.
The Vamp holding Buffy's left arm let go of her to catch the head thrown at him. It was an instinctive reflex that allowed Buffy to strike the one on her right arm, that one staggered back from the force of the punch, right into the stranger's tackle. They went down in a tangled heap, there was a loud crack and the Vamp dusted as his head came off.
The other Vamp tried to catch the head but it dusted before he got his hands on it. He was momentarily blinded by the dust, so he never saw the stake the Buffy rammed into his heart. He dusted without knowing quite what happened.
Xander moved over to Buffy whose eyes were still running from the pepper spray, "Are you alright, Buff?" He asked as he took her arm.
"I'll be okay, Xan." She said, "Who was the assist guy?"
"My name is Harry Kenzie. You must be Buffy Summers and Alexander Harris." The man said as he walked back over to them.
"How do you know our names? And how did you do all that? Are you some kind of Demon or something?" Xander asked as he moved between Buffy and the man.
"It's a very long story that I would really rather not tell it in the middle of the night in a Sunnydale cemetery." He replied with an exaggerated wave.
"Okay, good point." Xander replied. "I think we can find a better place to talk."
"Oh yeah, one last thing." Harry said. He walked over to the Vamp who was lying unconscious next to the mausoleum. He produced a stake from his jacket pocket and finished him off. He rejoined them a moment later, brushing dust off his hands.
"Okay, we can go now."
The three of them arrived at the Magic Box about ten minutes later. During the walk over, Harry had allowed Buffy to check his pulse and had placed a cross against his forehead to prove he wasn't a Vampire. He definitely had a pulse and the cross caused him no harm so he wasn't one. He could be some sort of Demon or maybe a sorcerer. Willow and Giles would be able to tell if he were, Xander thought.
They entered the shop to find Giles, Willow, Tara, Anya and Dawn sitting at the large table near the back. Giles looked up from a rather large book and started to speak, but then he caught sight of Harry, "I'm sorry, Sir, we're closed for the day."
"It's okay, Giles, he's with us." Buffy said as she crossed the room and took a seat. Xander moved toward Anya but stopped when he saw the look on her face. She had gone pale and was trying to get up from her seat and back up at the same time.
"Ahn?" She continued to back away, her eyes wide in fear.
"It's alright, Anyanka, I'm not here for you." Harry said quietly. He leaned up against the front counter and sighed. "It just sucks to have my past."
"Who are you?" Giles asked somewhat agitatedly, "How do you know Anya?"
"My name is Harry Kenzie. I know Anyanka there because I once tried to kill her."
Everyone in the room was staring at him now. Xander moved so he was between Harry And Anya, Buffy got back up and pulled a stake from her waistband. "Easy there! It was a long time ago, and she was a Vengeance Demon."
"So what are you?" Buffy asked, "No human could have moved like you did earlier. And how did you know who I am?"
"Let me tell you all a little story that should answer all of your questions. I think it all started about 15,000 years ago."
"Oh no! Not a history lesson!" Xander groaned.
"Be quiet, Xander." Giles said irritably, "We need answers and your interrupting will not speed the process. With Glory running around loose, we cannot afford too many distractions."
"Nicely said Mr. Giles. Now where was I? Oh yes, 15,000 years ago the nation of Atlantis was in it's prime. They were every bit as powerful as America is now, more powerful in some ways, but there were constant threats to the nation. To deal with these threats the Atlantean Highguard was formed. They were the finest warriors, mages, scholars and adventurers in the land."
"For almost a millennia they defended Atlantis from all her enemies. Eventually though, they were defeated from within. A trusted high mage betrayed them to the darkness and Atlantis fell. The survivors scattered to the four corners of the earth, and once mighty Atlantis passed into legend. That's the story most folks know."
"I take it there's more?" Buffy asked.
"Bright girl. The Highguard was made up of the best and brightest, but there were none better or brighter than the General Staff. It took humanity until World War Two to relearn how effective a General Staff could be, but that's another story. Anyway, before they were betrayed, a member of the General Staff was sent to what is now Australia with a detachment of soldiers to fight a demon. The General's name was Kenzig, and he was a warrior to be reckoned with."
"He found and fought the Demon, most of his men were killed but he killed the Demon. In his moment of triumph, he learned that the Demon was a lure to get him out of Atlantis so that his homeland could be betrayed. He abandoned his men and raced back to Atlantis, but he was too late. The mage who had betrayed his homeland had already struck and Atlantis was no more."
"The betrayal was all the more bitter because the mage was his own brother, Danali. After he found out the details from several other survivors, Kenzig sought out a powerful witch and had her curse his brother. The curse was an unusual one, it stipulated that Denali could only die by his brother's hand."
"My word, that seems a little extreme for a curse." Giles said.
"Kenzig wanted vengeance in the worst way. He didn't want anyone to cheat him of his prize so that's what he tried to do, prevent anyone else from killing Denali, so that he could. What he didn't foresee were some possible consequences."
Okay folks, if you like it, let me know and I'll write more. If you don't let me know and I'll write more to annoy you!