TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 1/?
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: Don't know... yet
SPOILERS: Let me see... Doyle is dead, Cordy is vision girl and Wesley's
already appeared, but nothing more on Angel. On Buffy it is
sometime after the Willow-Spelldebacle that was
"Something Blue"
PAIRING: Xander/Angel (I do love that pairing =) )
AUTHORS NOTES: This story is a Work in Progress that had been sitting
on my Harddrive for quite some time before the
writers block finally lifted.
It's a sorta Crossover with a Anime/Manga and I have to
admit I have never before seen a Xover with this
particular Manga and Buffy and I wanted to try it.
Well, it's not really a Xover, I only took the outlook
and abilities of one of the characters and forced it
one another (he wasn't very happy about it but well...)
What I want to say is don't be too confused, just enjoy
it.
Oh and English is not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cured with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrence
******
He watched a bit uneasy as Willow set up her witchy stuff. Since the
disaster with the My-will-be-done spell, Giles had made her practice
with small spells until she developed the right feeling for magic.
So tonight it was his turn to host her while she was doing her learning
magic thing. "So, what are you doing tonight, Wills?"
She bounced excited. "I found this ability-transfer spell. It is so
neat! I can use it to copy and transfer abilities from one thing to
another! Look, I have brought these roses and some stones and then I
can...." Xander tuned her out, he understood only a fourth of what she
was speaking anyway, so why bother with listening to all the details?
He had to admit that it was impressive to watch her copying the ability
of the stone and transfer it to one of the roses, making it as hard
and solid as the stone, but when she tried to copy all the abilities
and the outlook of the next rose, to transfer it to another stone, he
lost interest, switched on his TV and started to zap.
***
Cordy's vision had been simple this time, a hooded figure being
attacked by three vamps in a nearby alley. It should have been an easy
job. What Angel didn't expected was the hooded figure pointing at the
vampires, shouting "Fireball", in an awful familiar voice. A ball of
flames engulfed the vamps, burning them to ashes in a seconds time.
The figure straightend his shoulders and made a move to went on, when
Angel snapped out of his shock. "Hey," he called out to the figure,
"wait a moment." The figure whirled around.
For a moment both were staring at each other. Angel was trying to
figure out, why the other seemed so familiar. He was sure he had
never seen a creature like this.
The hooded beings eyes were far too big for a human, they seemed to
dominate his face. A face he couldn't say much about, for most of it
was hidden behind a simple clothmask. The eyes themselves were blue as
sapphires, the few bits of skin he could see were of a lighter bluish
color and the strands of hair that fell into the strangers face were
of a light metallic violet color. But the voice had been familiar...
The moment was over before he could come to a conclusion. The creature
started to run again, running away from him, Angel realized. And finally
he was able to place the voice. "Wait! Xander!" But the strange creature
Xander had become was already gone.
***
"...he's alive, thank Goddess he's alive..." Willow was crying when he
told her what he had seen. Angel had called her, because she was
Xander's best friend. If anybody knew what had happened with Xander, it
would be her. "Yes, Willow, he's alive. But he is changed and I need to
know why and how." Willow started to sob. "It's my fault, it's all my
fault."
*** flashback ***
The stone didn't transform into a stone rose. It simply stayed the
same. Willow almost shouted in frustration, then she wiped the beads of
sweat from her forehead. Magic was always exhausting to her. She looked
to see what Xander was doing... he was watching an Anime. Something
with a small redheaded sorceress, a not so bright swordsman and another
being called chimera. Absentmindedly Willow started to compare the
characters to her reality.
Buffy, Riley and Angel? Or her, Xander and Oz? She shook her head,
banishing her thoughts and started the spell again. But her spellfocus
had been influenced by her thoughts and instead of the stone and the
rose, Xander and one of the Anime-characters were making the transfer.
*** end flashback ***
The being that once had been Xander stared into the flames of the small
fire he had made. It wasn't much, but more than enough for him. His new
form wasn't as affected by the weather as his old, human body.
He looked down at his hands, at the small rocks embedded into his stony
skin. A solitary tear slid down his face. He never had wanted to be
special like this, had wanted for a normal human life, but fate and
Willow had squashed that dream into tiny bitter pieces.
*** flashback ***
The spell hit him and he started to scream as his body was forced into
a new, unknown form. God, what was happening to him? It hurt, it felt
like his skin was ripped away from his body. A howl of agony echoed
through the small basement as his body finished its transformation. He
fell to the ground, panting hard, as the magic released him from its
clutches. "ooohh, my head...," he muttered to himself and rubbed his
forehead. Then he stopped in shock, stared at his hands, at his blue
hands, his blue stone-hands, blue stone-hands with small dark blue rocks
embedded into the skin. He dashed to the bathroom, to the mirror,
already knowing what he would see. Yet still he screamed when he faced
his reflection.
*** end flashback ***
"So you are telling me that you transformed Xander into the living
version of an Anime-character?" Angel asked in disbelieve. A small
sob was his only answer. "It.. it was horrible...," Willow was on the
edge of bursting into tears again, "when I heard him scream, when I
saw what had happened... but I couldn't undo it... there is no way
to undo it. I searched and searched, but nothing helped. And then the
Initiative came, wanting to take him away, and he ran... and it is
all my fault!" Willow was crying again. Angel didn't know what he
could say, should say, but he was saved by Cordelias urgent shout.
"Vision!" "Willow? I have to go. Cordy had a vision. I'll call later
OK?" "ok." Willow said meekly and let him end the call. "Cordy, what
did you see?" Cordelia rubbed her hammering temples. "The same guy that
got attacked by the vamps... he's in a warehouse and there are
soldiers..." "The Initiative," Angel muttered.
***
There was no way out. He was backed into a corner, desperately trying
to find a way out. They had guns this time, guns that could perforate
his stone skin and his shield wouldn't hold any longer. Sure he could
cast an offensive spell, but to do that meant to drop his shield and
then he would be taken out in a matter of seconds. There were simply
to many of them. He needed something do distract them.
"Well, what do we have here?" A voice behind the soldiers said, causing
them all to turn around. That was it, that was the opening he had
needed. He let the shield drop and started to cast. Something simple,
something offensive, something to distract but not lethal. "Flare Bit!"
Satisfied he watched as the soldiers were hit by the balls of light. It
wouldn't last long, but it would be enough. He raced to the person who
had helped him - Angel - then turned to the next wall. "Dam Brass!"
With grim relief he watched as the hole appeared into the wall. A
sound behind him told him that his time was running short. He grabbed
Angel's hand and started to run, through the hole and into the alley.
***
Whatever Xander had become, he was strong, stronger than Angel and
faster as well, Angel noticed as Xander raced through alleys and
shortcuts, stopping only when Angel stumbled with exhaustion. Xander
looked around and only when he was satisfied that there was no one
close by he relaxed. "Xander," Angel started and saw the youth tensing
as if he had forgotten his presence and was now remembered that he
wasn't alone. One hand reflexly reached for his sword... Xander was
carrying a sword?!.. before he forced himself to relax again.
"What happened? Why are they after you?"
Xander closed his eyes and without saying anything he slowly removed
the hood and the clothmask. Angel gasped as he saw what had happened
to Xander. His skin was of a light bluish color, around his eyes and
along his jawline darkblue/green stones were imbedded into his skin.
His ears were long and pointed and his hair was longer and seemed to
consist out of thin metal wire.
"Oh my God!" He couldn't suppress the whisper. Xander opened his eyes,
his sapphire colored eyes with the slit pupils. Demon eyes. Pained eyes.
"Yes, you can say that." Xander murmured bitter. "That's exactly what
I thought when I saw myself in a mirror the first time."
Abruptly he pushed the hood back into place, but left the mask down.
"Giles and Tara tried to help me with glamour-spells when they found out
that there was no reversal for what Willow did, but their magic ... well
it was reflected by my body. So unlike you I'm doomed to look like this
forever." Xander sighed and slumped against the closest wall. "I'm so
tired of it. I mean I'm in this body for only a few weeks and already
I'm so sick of it. Everywhere I go, people are starring at me. And not
only humans, but demons too!" He buried his head in his hands, obviously
exhausted.
Angel didn't know what he should do, he knew why the powers wanted him
to protect Xander, but he didn't know how he could help the distraught
teen. Unsure of Xander's reaction, he held out his hand in an
unthreatening gesture. Xander looked up at him and for one dreadful
moment it looked like his own hand was going to his sword, but then he
took the offered hand and stood up. Accepting Angel's unspoken offer of
help.
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 1/?
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: Don't know... yet
SPOILERS: Let me see... Doyle is dead, Cordy is vision girl and Wesley's
already appeared, but nothing more on Angel. On Buffy it is
sometime after the Willow-Spelldebacle that was
"Something Blue"
PAIRING: Xander/Angel (I do love that pairing =) )
AUTHORS NOTES: This story is a Work in Progress that had been sitting
on my Harddrive for quite some time before the
writers block finally lifted.
It's a sorta Crossover with a Anime/Manga and I have to
admit I have never before seen a Xover with this
particular Manga and Buffy and I wanted to try it.
Well, it's not really a Xover, I only took the outlook
and abilities of one of the characters and forced it
one another (he wasn't very happy about it but well...)
What I want to say is don't be too confused, just enjoy
it.
Oh and English is not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cured with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrence
******
He watched a bit uneasy as Willow set up her witchy stuff. Since the
disaster with the My-will-be-done spell, Giles had made her practice
with small spells until she developed the right feeling for magic.
So tonight it was his turn to host her while she was doing her learning
magic thing. "So, what are you doing tonight, Wills?"
She bounced excited. "I found this ability-transfer spell. It is so
neat! I can use it to copy and transfer abilities from one thing to
another! Look, I have brought these roses and some stones and then I
can...." Xander tuned her out, he understood only a fourth of what she
was speaking anyway, so why bother with listening to all the details?
He had to admit that it was impressive to watch her copying the ability
of the stone and transfer it to one of the roses, making it as hard
and solid as the stone, but when she tried to copy all the abilities
and the outlook of the next rose, to transfer it to another stone, he
lost interest, switched on his TV and started to zap.
***
Cordy's vision had been simple this time, a hooded figure being
attacked by three vamps in a nearby alley. It should have been an easy
job. What Angel didn't expected was the hooded figure pointing at the
vampires, shouting "Fireball", in an awful familiar voice. A ball of
flames engulfed the vamps, burning them to ashes in a seconds time.
The figure straightend his shoulders and made a move to went on, when
Angel snapped out of his shock. "Hey," he called out to the figure,
"wait a moment." The figure whirled around.
For a moment both were staring at each other. Angel was trying to
figure out, why the other seemed so familiar. He was sure he had
never seen a creature like this.
The hooded beings eyes were far too big for a human, they seemed to
dominate his face. A face he couldn't say much about, for most of it
was hidden behind a simple clothmask. The eyes themselves were blue as
sapphires, the few bits of skin he could see were of a lighter bluish
color and the strands of hair that fell into the strangers face were
of a light metallic violet color. But the voice had been familiar...
The moment was over before he could come to a conclusion. The creature
started to run again, running away from him, Angel realized. And finally
he was able to place the voice. "Wait! Xander!" But the strange creature
Xander had become was already gone.
***
"...he's alive, thank Goddess he's alive..." Willow was crying when he
told her what he had seen. Angel had called her, because she was
Xander's best friend. If anybody knew what had happened with Xander, it
would be her. "Yes, Willow, he's alive. But he is changed and I need to
know why and how." Willow started to sob. "It's my fault, it's all my
fault."
*** flashback ***
The stone didn't transform into a stone rose. It simply stayed the
same. Willow almost shouted in frustration, then she wiped the beads of
sweat from her forehead. Magic was always exhausting to her. She looked
to see what Xander was doing... he was watching an Anime. Something
with a small redheaded sorceress, a not so bright swordsman and another
being called chimera. Absentmindedly Willow started to compare the
characters to her reality.
Buffy, Riley and Angel? Or her, Xander and Oz? She shook her head,
banishing her thoughts and started the spell again. But her spellfocus
had been influenced by her thoughts and instead of the stone and the
rose, Xander and one of the Anime-characters were making the transfer.
*** end flashback ***
The being that once had been Xander stared into the flames of the small
fire he had made. It wasn't much, but more than enough for him. His new
form wasn't as affected by the weather as his old, human body.
He looked down at his hands, at the small rocks embedded into his stony
skin. A solitary tear slid down his face. He never had wanted to be
special like this, had wanted for a normal human life, but fate and
Willow had squashed that dream into tiny bitter pieces.
*** flashback ***
The spell hit him and he started to scream as his body was forced into
a new, unknown form. God, what was happening to him? It hurt, it felt
like his skin was ripped away from his body. A howl of agony echoed
through the small basement as his body finished its transformation. He
fell to the ground, panting hard, as the magic released him from its
clutches. "ooohh, my head...," he muttered to himself and rubbed his
forehead. Then he stopped in shock, stared at his hands, at his blue
hands, his blue stone-hands, blue stone-hands with small dark blue rocks
embedded into the skin. He dashed to the bathroom, to the mirror,
already knowing what he would see. Yet still he screamed when he faced
his reflection.
*** end flashback ***
"So you are telling me that you transformed Xander into the living
version of an Anime-character?" Angel asked in disbelieve. A small
sob was his only answer. "It.. it was horrible...," Willow was on the
edge of bursting into tears again, "when I heard him scream, when I
saw what had happened... but I couldn't undo it... there is no way
to undo it. I searched and searched, but nothing helped. And then the
Initiative came, wanting to take him away, and he ran... and it is
all my fault!" Willow was crying again. Angel didn't know what he
could say, should say, but he was saved by Cordelias urgent shout.
"Vision!" "Willow? I have to go. Cordy had a vision. I'll call later
OK?" "ok." Willow said meekly and let him end the call. "Cordy, what
did you see?" Cordelia rubbed her hammering temples. "The same guy that
got attacked by the vamps... he's in a warehouse and there are
soldiers..." "The Initiative," Angel muttered.
***
There was no way out. He was backed into a corner, desperately trying
to find a way out. They had guns this time, guns that could perforate
his stone skin and his shield wouldn't hold any longer. Sure he could
cast an offensive spell, but to do that meant to drop his shield and
then he would be taken out in a matter of seconds. There were simply
to many of them. He needed something do distract them.
"Well, what do we have here?" A voice behind the soldiers said, causing
them all to turn around. That was it, that was the opening he had
needed. He let the shield drop and started to cast. Something simple,
something offensive, something to distract but not lethal. "Flare Bit!"
Satisfied he watched as the soldiers were hit by the balls of light. It
wouldn't last long, but it would be enough. He raced to the person who
had helped him - Angel - then turned to the next wall. "Dam Brass!"
With grim relief he watched as the hole appeared into the wall. A
sound behind him told him that his time was running short. He grabbed
Angel's hand and started to run, through the hole and into the alley.
***
Whatever Xander had become, he was strong, stronger than Angel and
faster as well, Angel noticed as Xander raced through alleys and
shortcuts, stopping only when Angel stumbled with exhaustion. Xander
looked around and only when he was satisfied that there was no one
close by he relaxed. "Xander," Angel started and saw the youth tensing
as if he had forgotten his presence and was now remembered that he
wasn't alone. One hand reflexly reached for his sword... Xander was
carrying a sword?!.. before he forced himself to relax again.
"What happened? Why are they after you?"
Xander closed his eyes and without saying anything he slowly removed
the hood and the clothmask. Angel gasped as he saw what had happened
to Xander. His skin was of a light bluish color, around his eyes and
along his jawline darkblue/green stones were imbedded into his skin.
His ears were long and pointed and his hair was longer and seemed to
consist out of thin metal wire.
"Oh my God!" He couldn't suppress the whisper. Xander opened his eyes,
his sapphire colored eyes with the slit pupils. Demon eyes. Pained eyes.
"Yes, you can say that." Xander murmured bitter. "That's exactly what
I thought when I saw myself in a mirror the first time."
Abruptly he pushed the hood back into place, but left the mask down.
"Giles and Tara tried to help me with glamour-spells when they found out
that there was no reversal for what Willow did, but their magic ... well
it was reflected by my body. So unlike you I'm doomed to look like this
forever." Xander sighed and slumped against the closest wall. "I'm so
tired of it. I mean I'm in this body for only a few weeks and already
I'm so sick of it. Everywhere I go, people are starring at me. And not
only humans, but demons too!" He buried his head in his hands, obviously
exhausted.
Angel didn't know what he should do, he knew why the powers wanted him
to protect Xander, but he didn't know how he could help the distraught
teen. Unsure of Xander's reaction, he held out his hand in an
unthreatening gesture. Xander looked up at him and for one dreadful
moment it looked like his own hand was going to his sword, but then he
took the offered hand and stood up. Accepting Angel's unspoken offer of
help.
tbc