A new chapter, woohoo! Took me a little to find a beginning, but I managed
it. And for all of you, who don't get a clue about the pairing: I just
THOUGHT about writing it as a romance, DOESN'T mean that I WILL write it as
one. But the possibility's still there. And thank you so much for all the
reviews, it's just because of them that I try to update at least every
three days to make you a little happier…………..and maybe somewhat more
curious if it will become a romance and who'll fall in love with whom.
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The steps felt cold under Xander's feet, as she went down the stairs behind Angel and something told her that he wasn't as relaxed as he appeared. She just hoped that everything would work out fine and that she would get her old body, and more important, "life" back as soon as possible, because these new vampiric senses of hers were driving her insane. Low whispers could make her cringe, she was able to smell the sewers in the air and wanted to throw up immediately, but this was nothing next to humans. During the last three days, she had done almost everything to avoid humans, even walked through and slept in the bloody sewers. A humans pulse was what she feared the most. On her first night as a vampire, when she had left the house to look for Buffy and Willow, it had felt like melting away from the inside whenever something with a pulse had gotten near her. Of course, Xander had tried to ignore it but that hadn't been possible. Everywhere was life, at every godforsaken place was life, so running away or ignoring it hadn't been any of her options. Xander could feel the blood rushing through a body, could almost taste the hot liquid on her tongue as she thought about it………….Xander shook her head a little to clear her mind, she would have to behave now, she would face her friends and these people were not standing on her " things-I-can-suck-out-list" . The vampiress hadn't fed since waking up in the basement and her demon wanted blood, but Xander wasn't able to drink, she got sick of herself every time she considered the possibility of herself drinking blood, was frightened that she wouldn't be able to control her demon any longer as soon as the first drops of the deep red liquid would run down her throat.
Xander looked up under her bangs of dark wet hair and saw Angel's back, so it would be up to him, if she lost control. And up to Cordelia, who was standing in the lobby…………and directed a crossbow at Xander. The young woman tried to hide the hurt look on her face, one more friend was turning against her.
Angel sighed. " Cordelia " , he began, " would you, please, put the crossbow down? Nobody will get hurt or die within the next few hours, we will just sit down and talk, okay? "
The woman's eyes showed her anger and mistrust as she turned around and took direction to Angel's office, dropping the weapon down on her own desk as she walked past it.
Wesley had already taken seat in one of the two chairs, he had carried into his boss' office to make it comfortable for everybody. Now, the former watcher couldn't surpress his curiosity and cast a glance through the door to get the picture of Angel talking to the young woman, or vampiress, who was, like Angel had explained them a few hours ago, Alexander Harris, a young man, Wesley had met a little more than a year ago in Sunnydale. The Brit wanted to know every little detail about this transformation, because he had never heard about something like this happening before, at least nothing that was reported in the Council's books he had been studying for years.
" Everything okay? " Angel looked down at the smaller woman in front of him and noticed that Xander's actual height hadn't changed that much. He was about 6'1 tall and the boy had always been a few inches, maybe two or three, smaller than him, so he guessed that Xander's female form was about 5'6 or 5'7, without any shoes. The vampire could smell her fear and feel her tension, but she managed a tiny smile as their eyes met.
" I'm okay " , she said and nodded , " let's just do it quick and painless. " The former human took a few tentative steps and then turned around. " You coming? "
Angel put his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and walked up to Xander, an amused look crossing his face. * This boy will never stop surprising me. *
The air inside his office lay hard on the vampire's shoulders, as he was entering the small room. Cordelia was sitting to Wesley's left, across from Xander, who sat on the former watcher's right side. She had instinctively put the largest space between herself and the ex-cheerleader, with Wesley as an extra shield to protect her. It made Angel sad to see such an essentially cheerful person in a mood like that, frightened of her own friends, alone, surrounded by a dark shadow. She reminded him of himself after being souled.
* Don't lose your trust in them Xan, they're just scared of being the victims of an awful joke. But I know that you aren't joking, I'll help you, I promised to help you. As long as your status won't change, I'll be there to protect you from losing trust in humans and yourself. You don't have to do this alone, I won't let it happen. First thing we'll do after our talk, dear PTB, make that Cordy will believe us, is to get some blood into you and then see, how things will work out. Nobody's gonna hurt you, nobody's gonna abandon you and nobody will come past me, if you're frightened of him or her.*
Angel crossed the room and got into his own chair behind the wooden desk.
Cordelia still glared at " the bitch" .
Wesley didn't like the electricity in the air. He swallowed.
Xander sat cross-legged on a dark wooden chair without armrests, her hands folded in her lap and looked down at them, while her fingers were playing a little to calm her down. She told herself to be strong, but not to expect any kind of help from Wesley and Cordelia, her friends, who thought of her as a " bitch" and a " crazy-vamp-girl" like Willow and Buffy had done. Though being almost completely healed from her meeting with the Slayer's axe, she felt the pain coming back from the inside.
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Did you like it? Please tell me what you did like and what you didn't, it would help me a lot to get this fic working. I suppose that " Twisted" will be at least 10 chapters long, but not more than 20. If you really like, how this story will end ( already have some ideas), I could think about a sequel. But before I start making promises, I should get this fiction done to let you decide, if I should continue with it or not.
Did I mention that I also accept anonymous reviews, yet?
Bye, or in my native language: Tschö
X6193
Please review!!
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The steps felt cold under Xander's feet, as she went down the stairs behind Angel and something told her that he wasn't as relaxed as he appeared. She just hoped that everything would work out fine and that she would get her old body, and more important, "life" back as soon as possible, because these new vampiric senses of hers were driving her insane. Low whispers could make her cringe, she was able to smell the sewers in the air and wanted to throw up immediately, but this was nothing next to humans. During the last three days, she had done almost everything to avoid humans, even walked through and slept in the bloody sewers. A humans pulse was what she feared the most. On her first night as a vampire, when she had left the house to look for Buffy and Willow, it had felt like melting away from the inside whenever something with a pulse had gotten near her. Of course, Xander had tried to ignore it but that hadn't been possible. Everywhere was life, at every godforsaken place was life, so running away or ignoring it hadn't been any of her options. Xander could feel the blood rushing through a body, could almost taste the hot liquid on her tongue as she thought about it………….Xander shook her head a little to clear her mind, she would have to behave now, she would face her friends and these people were not standing on her " things-I-can-suck-out-list" . The vampiress hadn't fed since waking up in the basement and her demon wanted blood, but Xander wasn't able to drink, she got sick of herself every time she considered the possibility of herself drinking blood, was frightened that she wouldn't be able to control her demon any longer as soon as the first drops of the deep red liquid would run down her throat.
Xander looked up under her bangs of dark wet hair and saw Angel's back, so it would be up to him, if she lost control. And up to Cordelia, who was standing in the lobby…………and directed a crossbow at Xander. The young woman tried to hide the hurt look on her face, one more friend was turning against her.
Angel sighed. " Cordelia " , he began, " would you, please, put the crossbow down? Nobody will get hurt or die within the next few hours, we will just sit down and talk, okay? "
The woman's eyes showed her anger and mistrust as she turned around and took direction to Angel's office, dropping the weapon down on her own desk as she walked past it.
Wesley had already taken seat in one of the two chairs, he had carried into his boss' office to make it comfortable for everybody. Now, the former watcher couldn't surpress his curiosity and cast a glance through the door to get the picture of Angel talking to the young woman, or vampiress, who was, like Angel had explained them a few hours ago, Alexander Harris, a young man, Wesley had met a little more than a year ago in Sunnydale. The Brit wanted to know every little detail about this transformation, because he had never heard about something like this happening before, at least nothing that was reported in the Council's books he had been studying for years.
" Everything okay? " Angel looked down at the smaller woman in front of him and noticed that Xander's actual height hadn't changed that much. He was about 6'1 tall and the boy had always been a few inches, maybe two or three, smaller than him, so he guessed that Xander's female form was about 5'6 or 5'7, without any shoes. The vampire could smell her fear and feel her tension, but she managed a tiny smile as their eyes met.
" I'm okay " , she said and nodded , " let's just do it quick and painless. " The former human took a few tentative steps and then turned around. " You coming? "
Angel put his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and walked up to Xander, an amused look crossing his face. * This boy will never stop surprising me. *
The air inside his office lay hard on the vampire's shoulders, as he was entering the small room. Cordelia was sitting to Wesley's left, across from Xander, who sat on the former watcher's right side. She had instinctively put the largest space between herself and the ex-cheerleader, with Wesley as an extra shield to protect her. It made Angel sad to see such an essentially cheerful person in a mood like that, frightened of her own friends, alone, surrounded by a dark shadow. She reminded him of himself after being souled.
* Don't lose your trust in them Xan, they're just scared of being the victims of an awful joke. But I know that you aren't joking, I'll help you, I promised to help you. As long as your status won't change, I'll be there to protect you from losing trust in humans and yourself. You don't have to do this alone, I won't let it happen. First thing we'll do after our talk, dear PTB, make that Cordy will believe us, is to get some blood into you and then see, how things will work out. Nobody's gonna hurt you, nobody's gonna abandon you and nobody will come past me, if you're frightened of him or her.*
Angel crossed the room and got into his own chair behind the wooden desk.
Cordelia still glared at " the bitch" .
Wesley didn't like the electricity in the air. He swallowed.
Xander sat cross-legged on a dark wooden chair without armrests, her hands folded in her lap and looked down at them, while her fingers were playing a little to calm her down. She told herself to be strong, but not to expect any kind of help from Wesley and Cordelia, her friends, who thought of her as a " bitch" and a " crazy-vamp-girl" like Willow and Buffy had done. Though being almost completely healed from her meeting with the Slayer's axe, she felt the pain coming back from the inside.
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Did you like it? Please tell me what you did like and what you didn't, it would help me a lot to get this fic working. I suppose that " Twisted" will be at least 10 chapters long, but not more than 20. If you really like, how this story will end ( already have some ideas), I could think about a sequel. But before I start making promises, I should get this fiction done to let you decide, if I should continue with it or not.
Did I mention that I also accept anonymous reviews, yet?
Bye, or in my native language: Tschö
X6193