TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 4/?
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
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: Don't know... yet
PAIRING: Xander/Angel
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
PS: For the sake of my story, Angel so far had not time to
tell Cordy who the hooded figure really is... something
he's going to regret rather soon =)
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
Sometimes being a seer for the Powers really sucked. You don't get paid,
you don't get working credits, all you did get were those brain-crushing
headaches with pictures, called visions by those who didn't knew it any
better. They were absolutely killer to any attempts of normal life and
in the pharmacy everybody was calling her at her first name. So to say
that Cordelia was not happy with her last vision, was like asking if the
ocean was a little damp today.
At least the Powers were "nice" enough to wait until she had parked her
car, she shuddered at the idea of having a vision while driving on the
freeway. But if the Powers didn't stop sending her visions about those
soldiers and the hooded figure she would personally seek them out and
pummel them to death with her extra large bottle of aspirin. Cordelia
sighed as she tried to recall any details. The soldiers, the hooded
stranger, a yummy looking man in leather, a really freaky creature that
looked like a patchwork-demon, Willow and Giles.... wait! Willow and
Giles?!? That meant Sunnydale. Cordelia groaned. It looked like another
trip to the Hellmouth was in order. God, she hated those trips, they
made Angel more broody than normal... something she hadn't believed
possible until he had come home from his last trip.
She sighed and then climbed the few stairs to Angel's office. He had to
know about the last vision the Powers had "graced" her with.
***
Angel was at his wits end. So far, Xander had woken up screaming three
times, every time refusing to tell what had shaken him and his screams,
his screams before he woke, they were slowly tearing Angel apart.
Right now, Xander was sleeping again and Angel had sought a little bit
of peace in his dark and quiet office... Wesley had gone home to his own
apartment, he surely had enough to think about for now and Cordelia had
wanted to go shopping, so the chances were rather good that she wouldn't
come tonight.
"Angel! Why are you sitting here in the dark?"
Ooops, he guessed he had underestimated Cordelia a bit. He had been so
sure that she wouldn't find the time to come here with all the shops
she could go to.
"Come on, Angel! I got one of those annoying vision-type-things. We've
got to find to strange hooded being. The soldiers are still after him
and now there is this female Frankenstein-Lady with her mad creation,
and Giles and Willow are in danger! Dammit I so don't want to go back
to Sunnydale!"
"What?" Sometimes he really needed a translator for Cordy. All he had
understood so far, was that the soldiers were still after Xander, but
what was that bit about Sunnydale and Willow and Giles? What about the
Frankenstein-Lady? Nothing made sense. Angel sighed, there went his
peace and quiet. And of course in this moment a scream pierced the air.
Xander had another nightmare.
"Angel?! What was that?!" Without really waiting for an answer Cordy
stormed down the steps to his apartment. Angel followed as fast as he
could, yet Cordelias headstart was too big. And so Cordelia stormed
unstopped into his apartment, activating all of Xanders careful drawn
wards, ripping Xander out of his last nightmare, alarming him to an
intruder. He screamed and instinctively called an attack-spell to his
hands. Cordelia came running into Angel's bedroom and came face to
face with a strange, blue-skinned creature with red-glowing fireballs
in its hands. Cordy screamed.
Xander, still caught in the last vestiges of his nightmare, reached out
to throw the deadly attack when Angel fell into his arm.
"Xander, don't! That's Cordelia!"
Xander staggered back, then blinked away the last remains of sleep. His
eyes widened as he finally recognized his "intruder". Abruptly he
canceled his spell, then he started to shake. He had nearly killed a
friend! Cordelia, his former girlfriend! And he had almost killed her.
If Angel hadn't interfered, Cordelia would have been ashes now. His
shakes became stronger, stronger and faster, until he curled himself
into a fetal position, rocking back and forth in a fast, steady rhythm.
Cordelia was still standing at the same spot, everything had happened
so fast, she couldn't really comprehend it. One moment she was looking
death into the eye, death in form of a blue being with red-glowing hands,
the next moment the same being had curled into a tight ball, rocking
back and forth and whimpering softly. And then she realized something
else: Angel had called that being Xander. He had told him only her name
and the blue guy had canceled his attack. So how many people she knew
that were called Xander and knew her? Only one. Only one, but he should
be in Sunnydale... he should be human.
Slowly she crouched down next to him, stretched out her hand to touch
him. His hair had been soft once, she had loved to run her hands through
it during their make out sessions. Now it was hard, stiff wire with
rather sharp ends. His skin was hard to her touch and cold. It felt
like a polished stone, one of those that had lain years in a river,
being polished by the water and small specks of sand. Perfectly smooth.
"Xander? Is that really you? Oh my god, is that really you??"
***
"That doesn't look so good," the male one commented the scene in the
scying mirror. "I think we should interfere."
"You are always so quick with the interference, Ares. Stay back. Wait.
Watch how it all comes to completeness."
"Gaia, we've waited for so long. We have almost lost him three times.
Three times, Gaia!! And even one time had been once too often. If Hades
hadn't refused to take his soul, he would have been dead at his
father's hands. So he spent an entire summer in the hospital, wishing
he *was* dead. Then the business with the hyenas. You sent the spirit
of the matriarch to him, or he would have been eaten before the four
possessed ones had left the hyena-house. And then of course, Halloween."
Ares shook his head. "I still wonder why they didn't realized that only
those, who had worn a full costume of the wizard, had been targeted by
the spell. If I hadn't gifted him, he would have been dead, as well as
the slayer." Ares shook his head at that memory. "What I meant is, that
we've already interfered several times. And now they really need our
help. They need to know what is meant to happen and why."
The golden woman stepped forth. "You will go. Alone. You will talk to
them. But you won't help them otherwise, yet. That time hasn't come
now. And Ares, don't tell him of his heritage, yet."
Ares nodded and vanished in a bluish flash of light.
Gaia turned towards the golden woman. "Is that really wise to sent him
now? He is rather impulsive and tends to be overprotective."
The Lady of Nightmare turned back to the scying mirror. "He is right,
they need knowledge to survive this. And it is better for him to go to
them now. He is better suited to prepare them for the knowledge of our
existence. We tend to frighten the mortals more than him. In his heart
he's more like them then we are. And of course he had that thing about
family. He always wants to stay close to all his children."
Gaia tilted her head. "Then he will have a blast now. How many of them
are related to him?" Laughter sounded in her voice.
"Several. The slayer of course, they are all his girls, but there are
others as well. Everything will be unveiled at the right time. You shall
see." And L-sama smiled, her mysterious smile, that told of many secrets
known only to her.
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 4/?
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
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: Don't know... yet
PAIRING: Xander/Angel
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
PS: For the sake of my story, Angel so far had not time to
tell Cordy who the hooded figure really is... something
he's going to regret rather soon =)
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
Sometimes being a seer for the Powers really sucked. You don't get paid,
you don't get working credits, all you did get were those brain-crushing
headaches with pictures, called visions by those who didn't knew it any
better. They were absolutely killer to any attempts of normal life and
in the pharmacy everybody was calling her at her first name. So to say
that Cordelia was not happy with her last vision, was like asking if the
ocean was a little damp today.
At least the Powers were "nice" enough to wait until she had parked her
car, she shuddered at the idea of having a vision while driving on the
freeway. But if the Powers didn't stop sending her visions about those
soldiers and the hooded figure she would personally seek them out and
pummel them to death with her extra large bottle of aspirin. Cordelia
sighed as she tried to recall any details. The soldiers, the hooded
stranger, a yummy looking man in leather, a really freaky creature that
looked like a patchwork-demon, Willow and Giles.... wait! Willow and
Giles?!? That meant Sunnydale. Cordelia groaned. It looked like another
trip to the Hellmouth was in order. God, she hated those trips, they
made Angel more broody than normal... something she hadn't believed
possible until he had come home from his last trip.
She sighed and then climbed the few stairs to Angel's office. He had to
know about the last vision the Powers had "graced" her with.
***
Angel was at his wits end. So far, Xander had woken up screaming three
times, every time refusing to tell what had shaken him and his screams,
his screams before he woke, they were slowly tearing Angel apart.
Right now, Xander was sleeping again and Angel had sought a little bit
of peace in his dark and quiet office... Wesley had gone home to his own
apartment, he surely had enough to think about for now and Cordelia had
wanted to go shopping, so the chances were rather good that she wouldn't
come tonight.
"Angel! Why are you sitting here in the dark?"
Ooops, he guessed he had underestimated Cordelia a bit. He had been so
sure that she wouldn't find the time to come here with all the shops
she could go to.
"Come on, Angel! I got one of those annoying vision-type-things. We've
got to find to strange hooded being. The soldiers are still after him
and now there is this female Frankenstein-Lady with her mad creation,
and Giles and Willow are in danger! Dammit I so don't want to go back
to Sunnydale!"
"What?" Sometimes he really needed a translator for Cordy. All he had
understood so far, was that the soldiers were still after Xander, but
what was that bit about Sunnydale and Willow and Giles? What about the
Frankenstein-Lady? Nothing made sense. Angel sighed, there went his
peace and quiet. And of course in this moment a scream pierced the air.
Xander had another nightmare.
"Angel?! What was that?!" Without really waiting for an answer Cordy
stormed down the steps to his apartment. Angel followed as fast as he
could, yet Cordelias headstart was too big. And so Cordelia stormed
unstopped into his apartment, activating all of Xanders careful drawn
wards, ripping Xander out of his last nightmare, alarming him to an
intruder. He screamed and instinctively called an attack-spell to his
hands. Cordelia came running into Angel's bedroom and came face to
face with a strange, blue-skinned creature with red-glowing fireballs
in its hands. Cordy screamed.
Xander, still caught in the last vestiges of his nightmare, reached out
to throw the deadly attack when Angel fell into his arm.
"Xander, don't! That's Cordelia!"
Xander staggered back, then blinked away the last remains of sleep. His
eyes widened as he finally recognized his "intruder". Abruptly he
canceled his spell, then he started to shake. He had nearly killed a
friend! Cordelia, his former girlfriend! And he had almost killed her.
If Angel hadn't interfered, Cordelia would have been ashes now. His
shakes became stronger, stronger and faster, until he curled himself
into a fetal position, rocking back and forth in a fast, steady rhythm.
Cordelia was still standing at the same spot, everything had happened
so fast, she couldn't really comprehend it. One moment she was looking
death into the eye, death in form of a blue being with red-glowing hands,
the next moment the same being had curled into a tight ball, rocking
back and forth and whimpering softly. And then she realized something
else: Angel had called that being Xander. He had told him only her name
and the blue guy had canceled his attack. So how many people she knew
that were called Xander and knew her? Only one. Only one, but he should
be in Sunnydale... he should be human.
Slowly she crouched down next to him, stretched out her hand to touch
him. His hair had been soft once, she had loved to run her hands through
it during their make out sessions. Now it was hard, stiff wire with
rather sharp ends. His skin was hard to her touch and cold. It felt
like a polished stone, one of those that had lain years in a river,
being polished by the water and small specks of sand. Perfectly smooth.
"Xander? Is that really you? Oh my god, is that really you??"
***
"That doesn't look so good," the male one commented the scene in the
scying mirror. "I think we should interfere."
"You are always so quick with the interference, Ares. Stay back. Wait.
Watch how it all comes to completeness."
"Gaia, we've waited for so long. We have almost lost him three times.
Three times, Gaia!! And even one time had been once too often. If Hades
hadn't refused to take his soul, he would have been dead at his
father's hands. So he spent an entire summer in the hospital, wishing
he *was* dead. Then the business with the hyenas. You sent the spirit
of the matriarch to him, or he would have been eaten before the four
possessed ones had left the hyena-house. And then of course, Halloween."
Ares shook his head. "I still wonder why they didn't realized that only
those, who had worn a full costume of the wizard, had been targeted by
the spell. If I hadn't gifted him, he would have been dead, as well as
the slayer." Ares shook his head at that memory. "What I meant is, that
we've already interfered several times. And now they really need our
help. They need to know what is meant to happen and why."
The golden woman stepped forth. "You will go. Alone. You will talk to
them. But you won't help them otherwise, yet. That time hasn't come
now. And Ares, don't tell him of his heritage, yet."
Ares nodded and vanished in a bluish flash of light.
Gaia turned towards the golden woman. "Is that really wise to sent him
now? He is rather impulsive and tends to be overprotective."
The Lady of Nightmare turned back to the scying mirror. "He is right,
they need knowledge to survive this. And it is better for him to go to
them now. He is better suited to prepare them for the knowledge of our
existence. We tend to frighten the mortals more than him. In his heart
he's more like them then we are. And of course he had that thing about
family. He always wants to stay close to all his children."
Gaia tilted her head. "Then he will have a blast now. How many of them
are related to him?" Laughter sounded in her voice.
"Several. The slayer of course, they are all his girls, but there are
others as well. Everything will be unveiled at the right time. You shall
see." And L-sama smiled, her mysterious smile, that told of many secrets
known only to her.
tbc