TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 6/?
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/? (not sure yet)
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
******
Safe, he was safe. Nobody could hurt him. Wrapped in the security of his
own mind. Nothing could reach him here, nothing hurt him. But on the
other side it was also awfully lonely here.
Xander drifted through his own mind, floating slowly, randomly shifting
directions now and then. The outside world was a pale shadow to him now,
a fogged over memory, already halfway forgotten.
***
Carefully she placed the candles in a circle around her. Everything had
to be perfect or all her work would be wasted. Twelve candles, each of
them carefully molded and blessed, to be used in the purification
ritual. She lit them and then placed small bowls with incense between
them. The smoke of the herbs and aromatic woods wafted through the room,
as Willow prayed to the goddess.
After she had turned Xander into a mythical being, Giles had tried to
block her magic, but without real success. Instead things had started
to explode around her, bursting into flames when she looked at them or
sometimes dissolved into a strange black dust. Finally Tara and Giles
had scanned her magic center, only to find it tainted by an unknown
power. A wild and untamed power that seemed to use her as a conductor.
So now she was trying to free herself from that power. Magic, her normal
magic, was all she really wanted, but this was too scary for her.
Willow closed her eyes. Before her inner eye the landscape of her mind
arose with all its paths and strange forms and she started to travel
towards her center. Only at the intermost core of herself she had a
chance to understand and then remove the taint. The taint that had cost
her best friend his humanity.
Deeper and deeper she sank into herself, never noticing the soldiers as
they entered her dorm room, never feeling the tiny prick of the dart as
they shoot her with a tranquilizer. But she did notice her loss of
control as she spiraled into unconsciousness, slipping and falling
uncontrolled into the core of her mental self.
***
"Xander is WHAT?"
"Didn't you listen?" Ares was slowly, but surely loosing his temper with
the seer. He couldn't fault her, she was only worried for her friend,
but if she raised her voice like that again, he would gag her.
"Alexander, such a fitting name, is the Chaos Child. Long before mankind
came to be it was destined to be. I quote: 'And Chaos will send out her
Child, hidden behind the face of an innocent will it grow and learn. In
the time when Light and Darkness come to head, the Chaos Knight will
wake the Child. And the Child shall seek out its mates, Life and Death
incarnate. The three shall be the only hope to quell the Battle of
Light and Darkness or that battle shall destroy balance and everything
will fall into the Abyss of Nothingness.' Which simply translated means
that if he don't stop the battle from happening, we all will be in deep
shit." Ares ended his explanation.
Cordelia opened her mouth to ask another question, but Angel was faster.
"So Xander is the Chaos Child, but who is the Chaos Knight and who are
the two mates of the Chaos Child?"
Ares grinned wolfishly. "That is for me to know and for you to figure
out." And he leaned back into his chair.
***
Buffy was pummeling her punching bag merciless. Ever since Willow had
gotten so terribly out of control with her magic her life had become
steadily worse. First she had almost *married* the bleached blonde
childe of her ex-boyfriend (and she was still shuddering with disgust
when she remembered the kiss she had shared with him), then Willow had
turned Xander into some kind of freak. Buffy still wasn't sure what he
had become, but he was giving her the wiggins. Somehow he felt off to
her, not demon, not human, but something else that was so different
that she failed miserably to describe it. And of course, as if that
wasn't enough, the Initiative had found out about him and was hunting
him for their own little reasons. Ohhh, and not to forget that Riley,
her then boyfriend, was a member of the Initiative and had told them
about Xander... not that he knew that it was Xander, but he told them
about the blue being that had helped her. She had given him the lecture
of his life when she'd found out and then had kicked him out. but the
damage had been already done and Xander was now on the run and she
didn't know if and when she would see her xandershapend friend again.
Anger fueled her movements and with a furious kick she ripped open the
covering of the punching bag, letting the stuffing fly through the
training room.
She stood there, panting in anger and for one short moment her eyes
glowed eerily silver.
***
~Sweet Child of mine~
He was safe, rocked in the warm embrace of golden glowing tendrils
of... something. Xander's mind was fuzzy, but he could have sworn that
he knew that golden glowing stuff from somewhere.
~Laughter~
~Oh, dearest Child of mine~
The voice was here, somehow. He heard it in his head, with his heart,
it sung to his entire being. And it filled him with longing for
something he had never experienced in his mortal life, but he didn't
know what it was.
~My poor Child~
~How much did you suffer at the hands of mortal beings~
The voice sounded so sad now, so sad and so close to him. And still he
didn't know who it was.
"Who are you? Where are you? And why do I feel like I should know you?"
He shouted into the seemingly emptiness around him.
~I'm here Child~
~I'm around you~
~I'm with you~
~Finally~
"But who are you?"
~I'm everything~
~And nothing~
~I was before the Light~
~I was before the Darkness~
~I will be there when both of them are long gone~
~I am Chaos~
~Chaos Incarnate~
~And you Child, has to return now~
And with a startled gasp Xander returned to the real world.
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 6/?
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/? (not sure yet)
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
******
Safe, he was safe. Nobody could hurt him. Wrapped in the security of his
own mind. Nothing could reach him here, nothing hurt him. But on the
other side it was also awfully lonely here.
Xander drifted through his own mind, floating slowly, randomly shifting
directions now and then. The outside world was a pale shadow to him now,
a fogged over memory, already halfway forgotten.
***
Carefully she placed the candles in a circle around her. Everything had
to be perfect or all her work would be wasted. Twelve candles, each of
them carefully molded and blessed, to be used in the purification
ritual. She lit them and then placed small bowls with incense between
them. The smoke of the herbs and aromatic woods wafted through the room,
as Willow prayed to the goddess.
After she had turned Xander into a mythical being, Giles had tried to
block her magic, but without real success. Instead things had started
to explode around her, bursting into flames when she looked at them or
sometimes dissolved into a strange black dust. Finally Tara and Giles
had scanned her magic center, only to find it tainted by an unknown
power. A wild and untamed power that seemed to use her as a conductor.
So now she was trying to free herself from that power. Magic, her normal
magic, was all she really wanted, but this was too scary for her.
Willow closed her eyes. Before her inner eye the landscape of her mind
arose with all its paths and strange forms and she started to travel
towards her center. Only at the intermost core of herself she had a
chance to understand and then remove the taint. The taint that had cost
her best friend his humanity.
Deeper and deeper she sank into herself, never noticing the soldiers as
they entered her dorm room, never feeling the tiny prick of the dart as
they shoot her with a tranquilizer. But she did notice her loss of
control as she spiraled into unconsciousness, slipping and falling
uncontrolled into the core of her mental self.
***
"Xander is WHAT?"
"Didn't you listen?" Ares was slowly, but surely loosing his temper with
the seer. He couldn't fault her, she was only worried for her friend,
but if she raised her voice like that again, he would gag her.
"Alexander, such a fitting name, is the Chaos Child. Long before mankind
came to be it was destined to be. I quote: 'And Chaos will send out her
Child, hidden behind the face of an innocent will it grow and learn. In
the time when Light and Darkness come to head, the Chaos Knight will
wake the Child. And the Child shall seek out its mates, Life and Death
incarnate. The three shall be the only hope to quell the Battle of
Light and Darkness or that battle shall destroy balance and everything
will fall into the Abyss of Nothingness.' Which simply translated means
that if he don't stop the battle from happening, we all will be in deep
shit." Ares ended his explanation.
Cordelia opened her mouth to ask another question, but Angel was faster.
"So Xander is the Chaos Child, but who is the Chaos Knight and who are
the two mates of the Chaos Child?"
Ares grinned wolfishly. "That is for me to know and for you to figure
out." And he leaned back into his chair.
***
Buffy was pummeling her punching bag merciless. Ever since Willow had
gotten so terribly out of control with her magic her life had become
steadily worse. First she had almost *married* the bleached blonde
childe of her ex-boyfriend (and she was still shuddering with disgust
when she remembered the kiss she had shared with him), then Willow had
turned Xander into some kind of freak. Buffy still wasn't sure what he
had become, but he was giving her the wiggins. Somehow he felt off to
her, not demon, not human, but something else that was so different
that she failed miserably to describe it. And of course, as if that
wasn't enough, the Initiative had found out about him and was hunting
him for their own little reasons. Ohhh, and not to forget that Riley,
her then boyfriend, was a member of the Initiative and had told them
about Xander... not that he knew that it was Xander, but he told them
about the blue being that had helped her. She had given him the lecture
of his life when she'd found out and then had kicked him out. but the
damage had been already done and Xander was now on the run and she
didn't know if and when she would see her xandershapend friend again.
Anger fueled her movements and with a furious kick she ripped open the
covering of the punching bag, letting the stuffing fly through the
training room.
She stood there, panting in anger and for one short moment her eyes
glowed eerily silver.
***
~Sweet Child of mine~
He was safe, rocked in the warm embrace of golden glowing tendrils
of... something. Xander's mind was fuzzy, but he could have sworn that
he knew that golden glowing stuff from somewhere.
~Laughter~
~Oh, dearest Child of mine~
The voice was here, somehow. He heard it in his head, with his heart,
it sung to his entire being. And it filled him with longing for
something he had never experienced in his mortal life, but he didn't
know what it was.
~My poor Child~
~How much did you suffer at the hands of mortal beings~
The voice sounded so sad now, so sad and so close to him. And still he
didn't know who it was.
"Who are you? Where are you? And why do I feel like I should know you?"
He shouted into the seemingly emptiness around him.
~I'm here Child~
~I'm around you~
~I'm with you~
~Finally~
"But who are you?"
~I'm everything~
~And nothing~
~I was before the Light~
~I was before the Darkness~
~I will be there when both of them are long gone~
~I am Chaos~
~Chaos Incarnate~
~And you Child, has to return now~
And with a startled gasp Xander returned to the real world.
tbc