Father of Mine
Chapter Four
Sam listened to the boy talk behind the door as if he knew Sam was waiting for him in the hall. He heard the distinct sound of the lock clinking indicating that the boy had unlocked it. Peculiar, how can he know I'm out here?
Sam shook his head and listened some more. Seconds later he opened that door and slipped in unseen. Unknown to him the Door locked itself when he closed it. Sam took several seconds to scan the room and slipped down the hall to the spare bedroom. Behind him he could hear arguing and the distinct sound of a gun being cocked.
"No!" he heard the boy yell, then more scuffling until foot steps started moving to his hiding place.
Sam plastered himself up against the far wall closed his eyes and waited.
***
"You know that was really dumb Xander," David hissed steering Xander down the hall, one hand clamped to his bicep and the other holding the gun to Xander head. "You could have had this painless, but now I think I'll make you beg for me to kill you."
"I've been though worse then torture," Xander said already steeling himself from the pain he was likely to endure.
"I'm sure you have," David said shoving Xander into the spare bedroom. "But how do you think your father will feel when he finds you've committed suicide after a bit of fun with your ex I'm sure he won't blame me when I tell him I was in the kitchen when I heard the gun go off."
"You're insane," Xander snarled, "I'm never going to sleep with you and I'll be damned if I let you get away with it."
David laughed and pushed Xander onto the bed. "What do you think you're going to do about it lover?" he asked mockingly taking out a pressurized syringe. "This is a lovely little cocktail I made up just for you. It'll slow your motor skills and leave no traces in your system. You'll feel everything of course, but you'll be unable to stop any of it."
Xander growled and made to lunge at him, but David leveled the gun at his head, "ah-ahh I don't think so," he quickly depressed the drug into Xander's leg. "Now you just lie back and let the drug take affect, it'll all be over soon I promise."
"Bastered," Xander grunted and looked at a far wall, "Help me."
David laughed, "There is no one here to help you Xan, admit it you've lost."
"I beg to differ," A voice at the far wall said and a tall blond materialized out of thin air. "I can't let you kill the boy."
"And you think you're going to stop me?" David asked, "Come on what makes you think you have a better chance against me then Xander does?"
"Simple," Sam said with a smile, "I have the advantage."
David looked confused for a second. A second too long for Sam took the opportunity and lunged.
***
"One would think we would have come across a vampire by now," Buffy commented as the four walked across a small clearing, she looked at the two vampires. "Evil, vampires I mean."
'Ta, love." Spike commented flipping the stake in his hand. "You are right; we should have met something by now."
"That's not a good sign right?" Buffy asked, "Does that mean this demon is so big and bad that other demons have left town?"
"My contact did say the Mro'nic'ta tend to scare every demon within a mile radius." Angel offered. "There is a good chance that this demon is near by."
"Then why haven't we sensed it yet?" Spike asked.
Angel shook his head, "I have no idea."
***
Doyle idly turned the page of one of the books Giles gave him out of boredom. This had been a long night from the time he got the vision to the time he got to Sunnydale. Now several hours later he was left with nothing to do, but wait for some word on the out come of his warning. It was a vague warning, but a powerful one at that.
So of course when the other one hit shortly after midnight, Doyle was very surprised.
He flipped the page on his book and felt the first tremors go though his brain as images started flooding his system. He managed to get away from the table and into the middle of the room before the full force of the vision cut into his nervous system and made him collapse.
Less then a minute later the vision passed, leaving him with a splitting headache and a vague question of why the floor was so soft. Slowly he opened his eyes to see Giles and Oz holding him up looking down at him with concern. Doyle blinked several times, giving thanks to whoever allowed him not to spike out when the first of the pain hit. As it was he was going to have to explain a lot with a splitting headache.
"Are you alright?" Giles asked helping Doyle to the couch, Oz had already gone in search of Aspirin.
"Nothing I don't have at least four times a week," Doyle said rubbing his temples. "That my friend was a vision."
"Looks painful," Giles commented.
"Aye that it is." Doyle said, "And as soon as my head stops hurting enough to tell you what I saw, I'll tell you what I saw."
"Are they ever good visions?" Giles asked as Oz brought back a bottle of pills and a glass of water.
"Thanks mate," Doyle said to Oz, then to Giles "only when they don't happen."
Giles nodded and watched as Doyle swallowed the pills. "I saw something about the bad guy being not who they think." He started, "A blond guy and a brunette were fighting, and Xander was trying to get away, but he couldn't and he opened this closet and. I.I.don't know something bad."
Giles thought for a moment and stood, "I'll call Angel."
"No!" Doyle protested standing then regretted it as his head seemed to explode with pain. "You can't!"
"Why not?" Giles asked.
"It's the distraction," Doyle said pressing a hand against his temple. "Loud banging it distracts them and the wrong person dies."
"I have an idea," Oz suddenly said.
"Ok what?" Doyle asked when the pounding in his head subsided.
"Come on," Oz said without explanation, grabbing his jacket headed for the door.
"Oz," Giles called after him.
"No time," Oz called back. Seconds later the door slammed.
Giles and Doyle exchanged looks, "Well, that was not the oddest thing I've ever seen." Doyle commented.
"I suppose we should follow him." Giles said cleaning his glasses.
Doyle stood, "After you."
"By all means let's go together," Giles offered an arm.
Doyle cracked a smile, "Absolutely," He said, "not like we know where we're going."
"Tu shay."
***
David whipped the blood form his lip and looked at his opponent. The blond hardly looked ruffled. Only a scratch above his left eye showed he had been in a fight. "What's the boy to you? He's only a worthless half breed."
"That's no reason to kill him," Sam said calmly, "He will be important to this world someday, I don't think that makes him very worthless."
"He's a half breed!" David yelled, "Half breeds are worthless!
Sam smirked, "What psycho brain washed you? You're not even a demon."
"I'm better then a half breed," David growled "I'm stronger then the half breeds! Just look at him" he gushed to Xander slumped halfway off of the bed, "He's weak, can barely fight a sedative and if I did this-" he grabbed the gun that had fallen on the floor and fires blindly at Xander. Xander yelled in pain and fell off the bed, the smell of blood and gunpowder filled the air. "You see weak."
Sam shook his head, "Real bright," he said and kicked the gun out of David's hand, "Not bright enough though." He spun around and kicked David in the face.
David staggered back and aimed a kick of his own at Sam's side. Sam dodged and rolled to the side coming up between David and Xander. With lighting quick moves he punched David with a right hook then they were back into the fray again.
***
Xander struggled to keep conscience. The pain in his side ran up and down his body every time he breathed and the drug David gave him wasn't helping him at all. He was unfocused and could barely see the guy he hadn't known was following him fighting with David. The damn bastered, Xander couldn't believe he dated him. What was he thinking?
Slowly he sat himself up and checked exactly where he had been shot. I've been shot; I thought it would hurt more. True to his thought Xander found the bullet had gone through half an inch of his side and had gone through without much resistance. He was losing a lot of blood but he was sure the bullet had hit nothing of importance. As long as he didn't bleed to death first.
Gatta get out of here, call Angel, get help. Xander stopped crawling to lie on the floor panting. He was a little more focused as the adrenaline started to burn out the drug, however it also meant he could feel the pain more. There was a lot of pain, something that made him happy that his father had never learned that find art of torture with hot pokers.
Behind him Xander could hear the two arguing about half breeds before they went at it again beating each other to a pulp. At least attempting to do so, normal people would be broken and bloody by now. Xander was broken and bloody, that reminded him. He needed to get to the phone.
Xander pulled himself up again and dragged himself to the large closet right in front of him. If he could get himself standing he'd have better of a chance getting out into the living room. Grabbing the handle to the closet Xander pulled up, the handle gave under his weight and the door opened as he staggered down again. There was a flash of movement inches from his head that launch toward the struggling pair at the other side of the room.
The sound of the gun going off and the scream the followed was the only thing to meet his ears.
***
It took a while to find the patrollers, but Oz had a minimal word plan by the time they did. He figured by the time they found everyone and explained the situation, they would be ready to start pounding on the door without killing Xander. At least they would all be together when they made that mad dash to see who made it to Spike's apartment first. Oz' money was on Spike.
"Hey guys." He said as he, Giles, and Doyle reached the four patrolling. "We need to go back to Spike's now."
"What happened?" Spike demanded just as the night sounded with the crack of a gun.
"What was that?" Willow asked looking around for the source of the sound.
"Dammit!" Spike yelled and took off running followed closely by Angel. The others exchanged looks and ran off after them.
They reached the apartment building when the second crack filled the air and the unmistakable flicker of light flashed through one of the windows of Spike's apartment. Spike yelled and burst through the lobby door nearly throwing it off its hinges. He didn't stop to wait for an elevator instead ran up the steps two at a time. Everyone else was right behind him running up the steps at something less then a neck braking pace.
Spike was banging on the door when they reached the second floor, shouting for Xander to let him in as he slammed a shoulder against the frame. "He's not dead!" Spike shouted "The wards still up he's not dead."
Oz sniffed the air, "There's a werewolf in there." He commented and kicked the door at the hinges.
Suddenly the door swung open and Spike and Oz burst into the apartment down the hall and into the spare bedroom. There they stopped dead in their tracks. Sitting on the floor was a blond teenager holding Xander in his lap stroking his hair gently. On the floor at the other side of the room was the werewolf, a silver crossbow bolt sticking out of his chest, a gun near his limp hand.
Oz and Spike exchanged looks and slowly walked into the room making out the small voice of the blond who didn't even seem to realize they were there. Behind him Oz could here Angel calling for an ambulance, but all he could see was the dark stain on Xander's side and the blonds words intoned over and over again.
"Its alright, everything will be alright. Everything will be alright."
Sam listened to the boy talk behind the door as if he knew Sam was waiting for him in the hall. He heard the distinct sound of the lock clinking indicating that the boy had unlocked it. Peculiar, how can he know I'm out here?
Sam shook his head and listened some more. Seconds later he opened that door and slipped in unseen. Unknown to him the Door locked itself when he closed it. Sam took several seconds to scan the room and slipped down the hall to the spare bedroom. Behind him he could hear arguing and the distinct sound of a gun being cocked.
"No!" he heard the boy yell, then more scuffling until foot steps started moving to his hiding place.
Sam plastered himself up against the far wall closed his eyes and waited.
***
"You know that was really dumb Xander," David hissed steering Xander down the hall, one hand clamped to his bicep and the other holding the gun to Xander head. "You could have had this painless, but now I think I'll make you beg for me to kill you."
"I've been though worse then torture," Xander said already steeling himself from the pain he was likely to endure.
"I'm sure you have," David said shoving Xander into the spare bedroom. "But how do you think your father will feel when he finds you've committed suicide after a bit of fun with your ex I'm sure he won't blame me when I tell him I was in the kitchen when I heard the gun go off."
"You're insane," Xander snarled, "I'm never going to sleep with you and I'll be damned if I let you get away with it."
David laughed and pushed Xander onto the bed. "What do you think you're going to do about it lover?" he asked mockingly taking out a pressurized syringe. "This is a lovely little cocktail I made up just for you. It'll slow your motor skills and leave no traces in your system. You'll feel everything of course, but you'll be unable to stop any of it."
Xander growled and made to lunge at him, but David leveled the gun at his head, "ah-ahh I don't think so," he quickly depressed the drug into Xander's leg. "Now you just lie back and let the drug take affect, it'll all be over soon I promise."
"Bastered," Xander grunted and looked at a far wall, "Help me."
David laughed, "There is no one here to help you Xan, admit it you've lost."
"I beg to differ," A voice at the far wall said and a tall blond materialized out of thin air. "I can't let you kill the boy."
"And you think you're going to stop me?" David asked, "Come on what makes you think you have a better chance against me then Xander does?"
"Simple," Sam said with a smile, "I have the advantage."
David looked confused for a second. A second too long for Sam took the opportunity and lunged.
***
"One would think we would have come across a vampire by now," Buffy commented as the four walked across a small clearing, she looked at the two vampires. "Evil, vampires I mean."
'Ta, love." Spike commented flipping the stake in his hand. "You are right; we should have met something by now."
"That's not a good sign right?" Buffy asked, "Does that mean this demon is so big and bad that other demons have left town?"
"My contact did say the Mro'nic'ta tend to scare every demon within a mile radius." Angel offered. "There is a good chance that this demon is near by."
"Then why haven't we sensed it yet?" Spike asked.
Angel shook his head, "I have no idea."
***
Doyle idly turned the page of one of the books Giles gave him out of boredom. This had been a long night from the time he got the vision to the time he got to Sunnydale. Now several hours later he was left with nothing to do, but wait for some word on the out come of his warning. It was a vague warning, but a powerful one at that.
So of course when the other one hit shortly after midnight, Doyle was very surprised.
He flipped the page on his book and felt the first tremors go though his brain as images started flooding his system. He managed to get away from the table and into the middle of the room before the full force of the vision cut into his nervous system and made him collapse.
Less then a minute later the vision passed, leaving him with a splitting headache and a vague question of why the floor was so soft. Slowly he opened his eyes to see Giles and Oz holding him up looking down at him with concern. Doyle blinked several times, giving thanks to whoever allowed him not to spike out when the first of the pain hit. As it was he was going to have to explain a lot with a splitting headache.
"Are you alright?" Giles asked helping Doyle to the couch, Oz had already gone in search of Aspirin.
"Nothing I don't have at least four times a week," Doyle said rubbing his temples. "That my friend was a vision."
"Looks painful," Giles commented.
"Aye that it is." Doyle said, "And as soon as my head stops hurting enough to tell you what I saw, I'll tell you what I saw."
"Are they ever good visions?" Giles asked as Oz brought back a bottle of pills and a glass of water.
"Thanks mate," Doyle said to Oz, then to Giles "only when they don't happen."
Giles nodded and watched as Doyle swallowed the pills. "I saw something about the bad guy being not who they think." He started, "A blond guy and a brunette were fighting, and Xander was trying to get away, but he couldn't and he opened this closet and. I.I.don't know something bad."
Giles thought for a moment and stood, "I'll call Angel."
"No!" Doyle protested standing then regretted it as his head seemed to explode with pain. "You can't!"
"Why not?" Giles asked.
"It's the distraction," Doyle said pressing a hand against his temple. "Loud banging it distracts them and the wrong person dies."
"I have an idea," Oz suddenly said.
"Ok what?" Doyle asked when the pounding in his head subsided.
"Come on," Oz said without explanation, grabbing his jacket headed for the door.
"Oz," Giles called after him.
"No time," Oz called back. Seconds later the door slammed.
Giles and Doyle exchanged looks, "Well, that was not the oddest thing I've ever seen." Doyle commented.
"I suppose we should follow him." Giles said cleaning his glasses.
Doyle stood, "After you."
"By all means let's go together," Giles offered an arm.
Doyle cracked a smile, "Absolutely," He said, "not like we know where we're going."
"Tu shay."
***
David whipped the blood form his lip and looked at his opponent. The blond hardly looked ruffled. Only a scratch above his left eye showed he had been in a fight. "What's the boy to you? He's only a worthless half breed."
"That's no reason to kill him," Sam said calmly, "He will be important to this world someday, I don't think that makes him very worthless."
"He's a half breed!" David yelled, "Half breeds are worthless!
Sam smirked, "What psycho brain washed you? You're not even a demon."
"I'm better then a half breed," David growled "I'm stronger then the half breeds! Just look at him" he gushed to Xander slumped halfway off of the bed, "He's weak, can barely fight a sedative and if I did this-" he grabbed the gun that had fallen on the floor and fires blindly at Xander. Xander yelled in pain and fell off the bed, the smell of blood and gunpowder filled the air. "You see weak."
Sam shook his head, "Real bright," he said and kicked the gun out of David's hand, "Not bright enough though." He spun around and kicked David in the face.
David staggered back and aimed a kick of his own at Sam's side. Sam dodged and rolled to the side coming up between David and Xander. With lighting quick moves he punched David with a right hook then they were back into the fray again.
***
Xander struggled to keep conscience. The pain in his side ran up and down his body every time he breathed and the drug David gave him wasn't helping him at all. He was unfocused and could barely see the guy he hadn't known was following him fighting with David. The damn bastered, Xander couldn't believe he dated him. What was he thinking?
Slowly he sat himself up and checked exactly where he had been shot. I've been shot; I thought it would hurt more. True to his thought Xander found the bullet had gone through half an inch of his side and had gone through without much resistance. He was losing a lot of blood but he was sure the bullet had hit nothing of importance. As long as he didn't bleed to death first.
Gatta get out of here, call Angel, get help. Xander stopped crawling to lie on the floor panting. He was a little more focused as the adrenaline started to burn out the drug, however it also meant he could feel the pain more. There was a lot of pain, something that made him happy that his father had never learned that find art of torture with hot pokers.
Behind him Xander could hear the two arguing about half breeds before they went at it again beating each other to a pulp. At least attempting to do so, normal people would be broken and bloody by now. Xander was broken and bloody, that reminded him. He needed to get to the phone.
Xander pulled himself up again and dragged himself to the large closet right in front of him. If he could get himself standing he'd have better of a chance getting out into the living room. Grabbing the handle to the closet Xander pulled up, the handle gave under his weight and the door opened as he staggered down again. There was a flash of movement inches from his head that launch toward the struggling pair at the other side of the room.
The sound of the gun going off and the scream the followed was the only thing to meet his ears.
***
It took a while to find the patrollers, but Oz had a minimal word plan by the time they did. He figured by the time they found everyone and explained the situation, they would be ready to start pounding on the door without killing Xander. At least they would all be together when they made that mad dash to see who made it to Spike's apartment first. Oz' money was on Spike.
"Hey guys." He said as he, Giles, and Doyle reached the four patrolling. "We need to go back to Spike's now."
"What happened?" Spike demanded just as the night sounded with the crack of a gun.
"What was that?" Willow asked looking around for the source of the sound.
"Dammit!" Spike yelled and took off running followed closely by Angel. The others exchanged looks and ran off after them.
They reached the apartment building when the second crack filled the air and the unmistakable flicker of light flashed through one of the windows of Spike's apartment. Spike yelled and burst through the lobby door nearly throwing it off its hinges. He didn't stop to wait for an elevator instead ran up the steps two at a time. Everyone else was right behind him running up the steps at something less then a neck braking pace.
Spike was banging on the door when they reached the second floor, shouting for Xander to let him in as he slammed a shoulder against the frame. "He's not dead!" Spike shouted "The wards still up he's not dead."
Oz sniffed the air, "There's a werewolf in there." He commented and kicked the door at the hinges.
Suddenly the door swung open and Spike and Oz burst into the apartment down the hall and into the spare bedroom. There they stopped dead in their tracks. Sitting on the floor was a blond teenager holding Xander in his lap stroking his hair gently. On the floor at the other side of the room was the werewolf, a silver crossbow bolt sticking out of his chest, a gun near his limp hand.
Oz and Spike exchanged looks and slowly walked into the room making out the small voice of the blond who didn't even seem to realize they were there. Behind him Oz could here Angel calling for an ambulance, but all he could see was the dark stain on Xander's side and the blonds words intoned over and over again.
"Its alright, everything will be alright. Everything will be alright."