TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 5/?
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: PG-13 (I think)
PAIRING: Xander/Angel
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still 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 cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
She looked over the assembled men with a small smile. Her best soldiers,
handpicked for the mission to capture one of the blue hostiles supposed
friends. Maggie Walsh had read through the profiles carefully, had made
her choice based on the facts she knew.
Rupert Giles, British citizen, ex-libarian of Sunnydale Highschool,
previously curator in the British Museum of London and fatherfigure to
several of the ex-students.
Willow Rosenberg, American citizen, previously top student of Sunnydale
Highschool, now student of psychology at the University of Sunnydale,
described as shy and friendly.
Buffy Summers, American citizen, previously student of Sunnydale
Highschool, like Rosenberg now student of psychology at the University
of Sunnydale. She had a history of damaging schoolgoods, even burning
down a gym-hall in her old highschool and one time she had been suspect
of the murder of a girl named Kendra. The charges had been dropped
quickly, but still didn't strike Walsh as a model citizen.
Daniel Osbourne, American citizen, previously student of Sunnydale
Highschool, previously student at the University of Sunnydale, now
moved to an unknown place.
Alexander Harris, American citizen, previously student of Sunnydale
Highschool, now missing, presumed dead.
From the descriptions and personality-profiles, Walsh had singled out
Willow Rosenberg. She had not many friends, her parents weren't home
very often and she was easy to overwhelm.
She had instructed the team not to harm her, she needed her healthy or
there was the risk that the blue hostile could went berserk. No, better
have her healthy and under her control, that would be the key to
control her future star weapon.
***
Cordelia was upset, really upset. She'd thought Xander was safe, as
safe as one could be as a friend of the slayer, but now her ex-boyfriend
was curled into himself, shaking and making small noises and obviously
neither safe nor ok or even human anymore.
And it was all Angel's fault. Not that Xander wasn't human anymore, no,
but that she had nearly had a heart-attack when she'd seen him, that
she hadn't been warned about the wards and his obvious nightmares. Both
of them could have been spared this situation and it was all Angel's
fault! Oh, he would pay for it later, literally! Her face lit up with
all the possibilities of that extra money.
It was then, that a weird bluish flash appeared in front of her and the
others, only to reform into the shape of the leather wearing man from
her last vision.
***
Ares looked at the scene before him and frowned. That didn't looked so
good. Xander was caught in a deep shock, the seer Cordelia was truly
angry and Angel was feeling helpless because he didn't know how to help
Xander. And right now both of them were looking straight at him,
confused and angry, not a very good combination.
"Who are you?" The seer's question was short and clipped and he couldn't
shake the feeling that she really wanted to vent some pent up
frustrations at him.
"I have many names. Personally I prefer Ares," he shrugged, "maybe I'm
a bit sentimental here, but I really liked the old Greeks. They had a
certain flair while worshipping me. The Romans called me Mars, but most
people these days only know the candy, although having a planet named
after you is a nice touch." He smiled wolfishly at the young woman, who,
regretfully, wasn't impressed at all.
"So. What do you want here?" She snapped at him.
Ares pointed at the rocking frame of Xander. "I'm here because of him."
In the next moment, the seer was tightly warped around Xander's body,
her eyes promising death, should he dare to step closer and he vampire's
position had shifted into attack-mode.
Ares sighed and rubbed his temples. "I'm not here to take him away from
you. If I was, he would have been already gone. No, as strange as this
might sound, I'm here to help you." He waved his hand and then settled
down in the comfortable chair that had appeared.
"Alexander is to be protected under any circumstances. No matter who
attacks him or why or how, he has to survive or everything is doomed.
And I mean *everything*! He is the nexus point in a battle between
light and dark that was already ancient when this world came to be.
This conflict has birthed the light warriors, the dark warriors and
him. He is, or will be, natural balance. He is the Chaos Child, the one
that will safe us all."
***
In a labroom, deeply buried in the complex of the Initiative, a
strange demon-hybrid opened it's eyes for the first time... and they
were glowing ruby-red.
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 5/?
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: PG-13 (I think)
PAIRING: Xander/Angel
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still 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 cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
She looked over the assembled men with a small smile. Her best soldiers,
handpicked for the mission to capture one of the blue hostiles supposed
friends. Maggie Walsh had read through the profiles carefully, had made
her choice based on the facts she knew.
Rupert Giles, British citizen, ex-libarian of Sunnydale Highschool,
previously curator in the British Museum of London and fatherfigure to
several of the ex-students.
Willow Rosenberg, American citizen, previously top student of Sunnydale
Highschool, now student of psychology at the University of Sunnydale,
described as shy and friendly.
Buffy Summers, American citizen, previously student of Sunnydale
Highschool, like Rosenberg now student of psychology at the University
of Sunnydale. She had a history of damaging schoolgoods, even burning
down a gym-hall in her old highschool and one time she had been suspect
of the murder of a girl named Kendra. The charges had been dropped
quickly, but still didn't strike Walsh as a model citizen.
Daniel Osbourne, American citizen, previously student of Sunnydale
Highschool, previously student at the University of Sunnydale, now
moved to an unknown place.
Alexander Harris, American citizen, previously student of Sunnydale
Highschool, now missing, presumed dead.
From the descriptions and personality-profiles, Walsh had singled out
Willow Rosenberg. She had not many friends, her parents weren't home
very often and she was easy to overwhelm.
She had instructed the team not to harm her, she needed her healthy or
there was the risk that the blue hostile could went berserk. No, better
have her healthy and under her control, that would be the key to
control her future star weapon.
***
Cordelia was upset, really upset. She'd thought Xander was safe, as
safe as one could be as a friend of the slayer, but now her ex-boyfriend
was curled into himself, shaking and making small noises and obviously
neither safe nor ok or even human anymore.
And it was all Angel's fault. Not that Xander wasn't human anymore, no,
but that she had nearly had a heart-attack when she'd seen him, that
she hadn't been warned about the wards and his obvious nightmares. Both
of them could have been spared this situation and it was all Angel's
fault! Oh, he would pay for it later, literally! Her face lit up with
all the possibilities of that extra money.
It was then, that a weird bluish flash appeared in front of her and the
others, only to reform into the shape of the leather wearing man from
her last vision.
***
Ares looked at the scene before him and frowned. That didn't looked so
good. Xander was caught in a deep shock, the seer Cordelia was truly
angry and Angel was feeling helpless because he didn't know how to help
Xander. And right now both of them were looking straight at him,
confused and angry, not a very good combination.
"Who are you?" The seer's question was short and clipped and he couldn't
shake the feeling that she really wanted to vent some pent up
frustrations at him.
"I have many names. Personally I prefer Ares," he shrugged, "maybe I'm
a bit sentimental here, but I really liked the old Greeks. They had a
certain flair while worshipping me. The Romans called me Mars, but most
people these days only know the candy, although having a planet named
after you is a nice touch." He smiled wolfishly at the young woman, who,
regretfully, wasn't impressed at all.
"So. What do you want here?" She snapped at him.
Ares pointed at the rocking frame of Xander. "I'm here because of him."
In the next moment, the seer was tightly warped around Xander's body,
her eyes promising death, should he dare to step closer and he vampire's
position had shifted into attack-mode.
Ares sighed and rubbed his temples. "I'm not here to take him away from
you. If I was, he would have been already gone. No, as strange as this
might sound, I'm here to help you." He waved his hand and then settled
down in the comfortable chair that had appeared.
"Alexander is to be protected under any circumstances. No matter who
attacks him or why or how, he has to survive or everything is doomed.
And I mean *everything*! He is the nexus point in a battle between
light and dark that was already ancient when this world came to be.
This conflict has birthed the light warriors, the dark warriors and
him. He is, or will be, natural balance. He is the Chaos Child, the one
that will safe us all."
***
In a labroom, deeply buried in the complex of the Initiative, a
strange demon-hybrid opened it's eyes for the first time... and they
were glowing ruby-red.
tbc