TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 11/?
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/Wesley
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
******
Xander watched, half excited, half worried, as L-Sama's power reawoke
the sleeping parts hidden deep in his friends souls. He was excited,
because he knew the beings that were sleeping inside them, had called
them friends in another life and yet he was worried, because he
remembered only all to well how he had felt when his body had been forced
into a new/old form and his mind had been swamped with memories of
another life. Now his friends would have to work through the same changes.
But he would be there for them, he would help them and then he wouldn't
feel so alone anymore.
Angel was groaning and his attention was drawn back to his changing
friends. He watched them carefully. Outwardly Angel wasn't changing much,
but Xander knew this to be a lie because of his astral senses. To them
Angel was changing rapidly. Changing into someone very familiar. When
his hair grew down to his chin and changed color to a purplish black,
when Angel's hand closed around a very familiar staff, Xander knew. And
wasn't it funny that sleeping in Angel's soul had been one of the most
feared mazoku of his previous life, one that could make Angelus appear
like a cute fuzzy kitten. Xellos, general and high priest of the Dark Lord
Xellas, the Greater Beast. And even while he had been rather annoying
and downright dangerous sometimes, he had been one of his best friends
later on, because he knew about the loneliness an extended life could
bring with it.
From Angel, his eyes wandered to Wesley. And like Angel, he immediately
recognized the old friend within him. Tall standing, with an aura of
power and responsibility, with long blond hair and broad shoulders,
Xander remembered the Dragon Lord in an instant. Milgazia, ruler of the
Golden Dragons of Dragon Peak, protector of the Clair Bible and loyal
friend. Other memories tried to push to the fore, but with remembered
ease he pushed them back. Xellos and Milgazia, he had wanted to be more
than a friend to them, but he had never dared, had never tried, too
afraid he would even lose their friendship. It figured that it had
happened in this life, too. Only this time he had been the annoying one
and Angel/Xellos the silent broody type.
Still musing about the strange ways of fate he looked towards Cordelia.
He was surprised by the fact that he wasn't really surprised. Cordy had
always been a queen, well a spoiled princess sometimes, but if she was
like anything as the Amelia of his old life, she would become a good
and regal queen in her own time.
He turned around to L-Sama, who was standing beside Ares now.
"The others..., are they...?"
"Your other friends are on the place of battle. They are in Sunnydale,
waiting for you." Ares answered his question. "But before you can go back
to Sunnydale, there is something that must be done first." Ares stood up,
walked towards him until he was only one or two feet away. "You have to
stop hiding your feelings and join with your mates."
"Mates?" Xander asked confused.
"Yes, mates. Death incarnate and Life incarnate. The two opposite forces
that will balance *you*, so you can balance everything else."
"oh..." Xander managed to reply. He was stunned. Mates? Two of them? But
who would want to be mated to him? Deep inside he knew this was the
experience of his old life, making him so glum and depressive, but he
couldn't help it. He *had* been a freak, an unlovable, unsocial and
rather lonely chimera and before he had been turned back into this freaky
existence, his time as a mortal boy hadn't been rather happy. His parents
had hated him, he had been a looser at school and the experience he had
with girls were not so nice. Let's face it, he thought angrily to himself,
no matter what you are, you are still the one at the sidelines, the one
who will never be loved back.
He stiffened and his head hung low as he came to this conclusion.
***
Angel was feeling strange, really strange. The changes in his body, the
loss of his demon and the new/old memories assaulting him, it all left
him wishing for some quiet time to figure it all out, but he knew he
didn't have those time. Not yet anyway. His new senses could feel
something big building up in the direction of Sunnydale. Something that
had to be stopped.
Something Xander had to stop.
His thoughts abruptly changed towards Xander. His secret obsession.
During his last life, when he had been the beast priest, his master
hadn't given him the permission to take a mate. Quick fucks, yes, but
no serious relationships had been allowed. And he had wanted the chimera
to be more than a quick sexual adventure. He had wanted him to be *his*.
Mind, body and soul, he had wanted him, but it wasn't meant to be as he
had died, leaving Zelgadis/Xander completely alone.
Then, when he had met the boy in this life, he had been drawn to him like
a moth to a flame. His joy and happiness had attracted him, but it didn't
remain at that. The more he learned about the boy, the more he had wanted
him. Even when he had lost his soul, when he had been the now banished
Angelus, he hadn't killed him when he had had the opportunity. No, that
hadn't been his plan, would have been too easy. He had wanted him in his
twisted, demonic way.
A wave of misery washed over him, not his, but Xander's. It was strange
to feel peoples emotions again, strange to feed of the negative emotions.
He remembered doing it, but that had been in an other life, another time.
The misery became stronger and he shuddered. No matter how good it tasted,
he never wanted to feel that from Xander again.
He had to do something about it.
***
She watched, pleased as one of the mates decided to act on his feelings.
Now she only had to give the other one a tiny nudge and then her child
would never be alone again.
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 11/?
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/Wesley
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
******
Xander watched, half excited, half worried, as L-Sama's power reawoke
the sleeping parts hidden deep in his friends souls. He was excited,
because he knew the beings that were sleeping inside them, had called
them friends in another life and yet he was worried, because he
remembered only all to well how he had felt when his body had been forced
into a new/old form and his mind had been swamped with memories of
another life. Now his friends would have to work through the same changes.
But he would be there for them, he would help them and then he wouldn't
feel so alone anymore.
Angel was groaning and his attention was drawn back to his changing
friends. He watched them carefully. Outwardly Angel wasn't changing much,
but Xander knew this to be a lie because of his astral senses. To them
Angel was changing rapidly. Changing into someone very familiar. When
his hair grew down to his chin and changed color to a purplish black,
when Angel's hand closed around a very familiar staff, Xander knew. And
wasn't it funny that sleeping in Angel's soul had been one of the most
feared mazoku of his previous life, one that could make Angelus appear
like a cute fuzzy kitten. Xellos, general and high priest of the Dark Lord
Xellas, the Greater Beast. And even while he had been rather annoying
and downright dangerous sometimes, he had been one of his best friends
later on, because he knew about the loneliness an extended life could
bring with it.
From Angel, his eyes wandered to Wesley. And like Angel, he immediately
recognized the old friend within him. Tall standing, with an aura of
power and responsibility, with long blond hair and broad shoulders,
Xander remembered the Dragon Lord in an instant. Milgazia, ruler of the
Golden Dragons of Dragon Peak, protector of the Clair Bible and loyal
friend. Other memories tried to push to the fore, but with remembered
ease he pushed them back. Xellos and Milgazia, he had wanted to be more
than a friend to them, but he had never dared, had never tried, too
afraid he would even lose their friendship. It figured that it had
happened in this life, too. Only this time he had been the annoying one
and Angel/Xellos the silent broody type.
Still musing about the strange ways of fate he looked towards Cordelia.
He was surprised by the fact that he wasn't really surprised. Cordy had
always been a queen, well a spoiled princess sometimes, but if she was
like anything as the Amelia of his old life, she would become a good
and regal queen in her own time.
He turned around to L-Sama, who was standing beside Ares now.
"The others..., are they...?"
"Your other friends are on the place of battle. They are in Sunnydale,
waiting for you." Ares answered his question. "But before you can go back
to Sunnydale, there is something that must be done first." Ares stood up,
walked towards him until he was only one or two feet away. "You have to
stop hiding your feelings and join with your mates."
"Mates?" Xander asked confused.
"Yes, mates. Death incarnate and Life incarnate. The two opposite forces
that will balance *you*, so you can balance everything else."
"oh..." Xander managed to reply. He was stunned. Mates? Two of them? But
who would want to be mated to him? Deep inside he knew this was the
experience of his old life, making him so glum and depressive, but he
couldn't help it. He *had* been a freak, an unlovable, unsocial and
rather lonely chimera and before he had been turned back into this freaky
existence, his time as a mortal boy hadn't been rather happy. His parents
had hated him, he had been a looser at school and the experience he had
with girls were not so nice. Let's face it, he thought angrily to himself,
no matter what you are, you are still the one at the sidelines, the one
who will never be loved back.
He stiffened and his head hung low as he came to this conclusion.
***
Angel was feeling strange, really strange. The changes in his body, the
loss of his demon and the new/old memories assaulting him, it all left
him wishing for some quiet time to figure it all out, but he knew he
didn't have those time. Not yet anyway. His new senses could feel
something big building up in the direction of Sunnydale. Something that
had to be stopped.
Something Xander had to stop.
His thoughts abruptly changed towards Xander. His secret obsession.
During his last life, when he had been the beast priest, his master
hadn't given him the permission to take a mate. Quick fucks, yes, but
no serious relationships had been allowed. And he had wanted the chimera
to be more than a quick sexual adventure. He had wanted him to be *his*.
Mind, body and soul, he had wanted him, but it wasn't meant to be as he
had died, leaving Zelgadis/Xander completely alone.
Then, when he had met the boy in this life, he had been drawn to him like
a moth to a flame. His joy and happiness had attracted him, but it didn't
remain at that. The more he learned about the boy, the more he had wanted
him. Even when he had lost his soul, when he had been the now banished
Angelus, he hadn't killed him when he had had the opportunity. No, that
hadn't been his plan, would have been too easy. He had wanted him in his
twisted, demonic way.
A wave of misery washed over him, not his, but Xander's. It was strange
to feel peoples emotions again, strange to feed of the negative emotions.
He remembered doing it, but that had been in an other life, another time.
The misery became stronger and he shuddered. No matter how good it tasted,
he never wanted to feel that from Xander again.
He had to do something about it.
***
She watched, pleased as one of the mates decided to act on his feelings.
Now she only had to give the other one a tiny nudge and then her child
would never be alone again.
tbc