Only Human 2/?
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Angel sat and watched the young man sleep. For the unlife of him he couldn't figure our why he brought the kid here instead of the hospital. Well. He told himself he didn't. In truth it was a sort of big brother syndrom. The young man reminded him of Liam. Well Liam at that age anyway. Angel didn't want the kid to end up like him. But he also knew he couldn't keep him out of the fight. Angel sighed and walked into his room. He needed some sleep. Beside the sun would be sitting soon. And he and Xander had work to do.
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Angel shook Xander awake with his foot and turned to walk outside. Xander sat up and rubbed his eyes. He had slept over twelve hours and he had a hell of a headache.
"What time is it?!" Xander asked as he stood and stretched. He didn't get an answer, not that he epected one, so he walked outside into the warm Cali summer air. He saw Angel looking into the darkness and he walked to stand beside him.
"What first teach?" Xander asked with little humor as he looked around trying to see through the darkness. Xander thought he saw the souled vampire smile but in the lite moonlight he couldn't be sure.
"First we get you in shape. Start running." Xander groaned before he and Angel started to jog. If Xander had known that Angel was going to push him to five miles he would have probably thought about quitting. But after running those five miles he decided it couldn't get much worse. And if it did. He could take it.
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2 Months later..
Xander and Angel walked through the darkened cemetery. It was quiet. In the last couple of months Angel and Xander had made a name for themselves in the demon communitie. No demon wanted to mess with them. At least not when they were together.
"So DB? Did you hear what the Master told his minions?" Angel looked at Xander with raised eyebrows.
"This isn't another one of your stupid jokes is it?" Xander glared at the souled vampire.
"No. And beside's my jokes aren't stupid. He's actually offering money for my head. You he wants to keep alive or unalive for some reason." Angel didn't like that. In the past few months he had grown to like Xander as a friend and as a brother. He wasn't going to let anything have him without killing him first.
"I wouldn't worry about it. You know that he's all talk. At least till the slayer comes to town." Xander nodded. He'd heard the story, even read the prophecy..Sorta. He wasn't fluent in English much less any other language. Though he was learning. Mostly because Angel was forceing him to. the bastard.
"Why are you smiling?" Angel asked the very very happy looking Xander Harris. Usually his smiles meant something bad was going to happen. At least to Angel.
"No reason. Well tonights dead. No pun intended." Angel rolled his eyes a slight smile on his lips.
"I'm going home for the night DB. Get in before sunrise. I don't want to have to keep you in a dust buster on my mantle." Angel looked at Xander for a second.
"Go home Xander." Xander smiled and chuckled as he turned to leave.
"Seya bro." Xander said as he walked out of the graveyard. Angel stood in the same spot watching the boy go before silently following a short distance behind. He didn't take chances on the hellmouth. He watched as Xander walked up to his front door then quickly turned and began to walk toward his apartment. Xander was safe now. At least. He thought he was.
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Xander walked into his house quietly. He noticed that all the lights were on but the TV was off. 'Something isn't right.' Xander thought to himself as he walked toward the living room. What he saw made his stomach turn. His father was sitting in his recliner with his throat ripped out. His mother in the same state on the couch. Xander couldn't breath. He couldn't think. Sure he didn't like his parents but he loved them.
"Ah. I think he's going to cry." Xander turned quickly and his eyes locked onto the blond master vampire that Angel had told him about.
"Darla." Xander said in a very low voice. He was going through the stages. First Denial. Now. Shock.
"So you know of me boy? Thats good. You know your parents begged and pleaded. They even said to take you instead of them. I kinda liked them." Xander had gotten over the shock. He was angry. His blood boiled as he slipped two stakes from his pockets. For the first time he noticed the other five vampires beside Darla, but at this point that didn't matter. All that mattered was that the bitch went down with him. And he was going to see to that. Or die trying. With an almost inhuman yell Xander charged into the vampires dusting two before the fledling's could react. Darla on the other hand was smiling. The boy had spunk. Maybe when this was over she would turn him. He had more potential that Angelus after all. Xander had staked three of the five vamps but when the remaining two came at him at once he was driven to the floor. The last thing he saw before darkness overtook him was Darla's smiling face.
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Xander awoke slowly. His arms hurt and it took him a minute to realize why. He was chained to a ceiling. His feet hanging about six inches off the floor.
"Well well well. The little boy awakes. Sleep well?" Xander wanted to talk. But he just couldn't. The pull of his weight on his arms had him focusing on his breathing just to keep the pain in the background of his mind.
"Not in the mood to talk? Well thats to bad. But I bet I can get you to scream." Xander's eyes showed fear as he saw Darla pick up a scalpel from a table beside him. He noticed the aira of different blades and other instruments of torture. A whip. A chain. Steel Spikes.
"Lets see you bleed shall we?" Xander gritted his teeth as Darla used the scalpel to cut a long shallow gash in his uncovered chest. Darla leaned forward and licked away some of the blood.
"You taste good." With a lick of her lips she resumed her torture.
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Angel knew something was wrong when Xander didn't show up at his apartment at knightfall. A very heavy weight rested on his shoulders as he moved through the shadows to Xander's home. He was just thanking the PTB that he was invited in a few weeks ago. Angel carefully walked into the house and his vamparic smelling sense told him who had been there. Darla. He growled softly in the dak and moved farther into the house. He walked by Xander's parents bodies barely noticing them. He could still smell Xander's scent in the air but it was fading. Which meant she took him. Angel ran out of the house like a bolt of lightning. He had to find him. And he knew just the place to look first.
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Willy was scared. He really didn't like hanging a foot off the floor while a vampire had hands around his throat. Soul or no soul.
"Where is he?!" Angel yelled at the shaking bartender. Willy was so scared he couldn't answer at first.
"Where. Is. HE?!" Angel yelled again and pushed Willy against a wall. Willy finally spoke.
"Darla has him. Abandoned warehouse on Franklin street." Angel released his hold on the barteneder/snitch and walked quickly out of the bar. He needed to make a quick pitstop then he was going to the warehouse. He noticed the time. Five hours till sunrise. He had to work fast.
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Darla had made many deep cuts to Xander's chest. Though you couldn't see them do to the blood that covered them. Darla had moved from his chest. Opting instead to use her favorite though cliched torture device. The whip. She used this with brutal effeciancy. And with every crack Xander screamed in pain. Darla had yet to break the young man but she was well on her way. She was about to crack the whip again as the door to the room flew open and Angel walked in, anger clearly written on his demonic face.
"Angelus. How nice of you to join us. Care for a taste?" Darla ran her hand down Xander's back and licked the blood from her fingers like it was chocolate. Angel's eyes seemed to burn with hatred as a stake fell from his coat sleeve into his palm.
"Your going to pay for this Darla. Why?" Darla laughed at Angel as he stood there. Anger on his face masking the amount of pain he felt for what she had put the boy through.
"Isn't it obvious? He's the only link you have to the human world. Without him your nothing. Your not a hero. Just a waste of space." Angel moved forward quickly preparing to dust his sire.
"Now is not the time Angelus. Maybe later." Darla turned and ran from the room. Angel wanted to follow her but instead helped Xander from his chains. The boy was beaten, bloody, and half conciuse but he wasn't crying. He wouldn't cry for years.
Okay thats Part 2. Thats the big thing that happens before Buffy's arrival. Well one of anyway. Expect more on Xander's recovery in the future parts. Also Willow and Jesse interaction.
I own nothing.
Angel sat and watched the young man sleep. For the unlife of him he couldn't figure our why he brought the kid here instead of the hospital. Well. He told himself he didn't. In truth it was a sort of big brother syndrom. The young man reminded him of Liam. Well Liam at that age anyway. Angel didn't want the kid to end up like him. But he also knew he couldn't keep him out of the fight. Angel sighed and walked into his room. He needed some sleep. Beside the sun would be sitting soon. And he and Xander had work to do.
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Angel shook Xander awake with his foot and turned to walk outside. Xander sat up and rubbed his eyes. He had slept over twelve hours and he had a hell of a headache.
"What time is it?!" Xander asked as he stood and stretched. He didn't get an answer, not that he epected one, so he walked outside into the warm Cali summer air. He saw Angel looking into the darkness and he walked to stand beside him.
"What first teach?" Xander asked with little humor as he looked around trying to see through the darkness. Xander thought he saw the souled vampire smile but in the lite moonlight he couldn't be sure.
"First we get you in shape. Start running." Xander groaned before he and Angel started to jog. If Xander had known that Angel was going to push him to five miles he would have probably thought about quitting. But after running those five miles he decided it couldn't get much worse. And if it did. He could take it.
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2 Months later..
Xander and Angel walked through the darkened cemetery. It was quiet. In the last couple of months Angel and Xander had made a name for themselves in the demon communitie. No demon wanted to mess with them. At least not when they were together.
"So DB? Did you hear what the Master told his minions?" Angel looked at Xander with raised eyebrows.
"This isn't another one of your stupid jokes is it?" Xander glared at the souled vampire.
"No. And beside's my jokes aren't stupid. He's actually offering money for my head. You he wants to keep alive or unalive for some reason." Angel didn't like that. In the past few months he had grown to like Xander as a friend and as a brother. He wasn't going to let anything have him without killing him first.
"I wouldn't worry about it. You know that he's all talk. At least till the slayer comes to town." Xander nodded. He'd heard the story, even read the prophecy..Sorta. He wasn't fluent in English much less any other language. Though he was learning. Mostly because Angel was forceing him to. the bastard.
"Why are you smiling?" Angel asked the very very happy looking Xander Harris. Usually his smiles meant something bad was going to happen. At least to Angel.
"No reason. Well tonights dead. No pun intended." Angel rolled his eyes a slight smile on his lips.
"I'm going home for the night DB. Get in before sunrise. I don't want to have to keep you in a dust buster on my mantle." Angel looked at Xander for a second.
"Go home Xander." Xander smiled and chuckled as he turned to leave.
"Seya bro." Xander said as he walked out of the graveyard. Angel stood in the same spot watching the boy go before silently following a short distance behind. He didn't take chances on the hellmouth. He watched as Xander walked up to his front door then quickly turned and began to walk toward his apartment. Xander was safe now. At least. He thought he was.
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Xander walked into his house quietly. He noticed that all the lights were on but the TV was off. 'Something isn't right.' Xander thought to himself as he walked toward the living room. What he saw made his stomach turn. His father was sitting in his recliner with his throat ripped out. His mother in the same state on the couch. Xander couldn't breath. He couldn't think. Sure he didn't like his parents but he loved them.
"Ah. I think he's going to cry." Xander turned quickly and his eyes locked onto the blond master vampire that Angel had told him about.
"Darla." Xander said in a very low voice. He was going through the stages. First Denial. Now. Shock.
"So you know of me boy? Thats good. You know your parents begged and pleaded. They even said to take you instead of them. I kinda liked them." Xander had gotten over the shock. He was angry. His blood boiled as he slipped two stakes from his pockets. For the first time he noticed the other five vampires beside Darla, but at this point that didn't matter. All that mattered was that the bitch went down with him. And he was going to see to that. Or die trying. With an almost inhuman yell Xander charged into the vampires dusting two before the fledling's could react. Darla on the other hand was smiling. The boy had spunk. Maybe when this was over she would turn him. He had more potential that Angelus after all. Xander had staked three of the five vamps but when the remaining two came at him at once he was driven to the floor. The last thing he saw before darkness overtook him was Darla's smiling face.
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Xander awoke slowly. His arms hurt and it took him a minute to realize why. He was chained to a ceiling. His feet hanging about six inches off the floor.
"Well well well. The little boy awakes. Sleep well?" Xander wanted to talk. But he just couldn't. The pull of his weight on his arms had him focusing on his breathing just to keep the pain in the background of his mind.
"Not in the mood to talk? Well thats to bad. But I bet I can get you to scream." Xander's eyes showed fear as he saw Darla pick up a scalpel from a table beside him. He noticed the aira of different blades and other instruments of torture. A whip. A chain. Steel Spikes.
"Lets see you bleed shall we?" Xander gritted his teeth as Darla used the scalpel to cut a long shallow gash in his uncovered chest. Darla leaned forward and licked away some of the blood.
"You taste good." With a lick of her lips she resumed her torture.
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Angel knew something was wrong when Xander didn't show up at his apartment at knightfall. A very heavy weight rested on his shoulders as he moved through the shadows to Xander's home. He was just thanking the PTB that he was invited in a few weeks ago. Angel carefully walked into the house and his vamparic smelling sense told him who had been there. Darla. He growled softly in the dak and moved farther into the house. He walked by Xander's parents bodies barely noticing them. He could still smell Xander's scent in the air but it was fading. Which meant she took him. Angel ran out of the house like a bolt of lightning. He had to find him. And he knew just the place to look first.
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Willy was scared. He really didn't like hanging a foot off the floor while a vampire had hands around his throat. Soul or no soul.
"Where is he?!" Angel yelled at the shaking bartender. Willy was so scared he couldn't answer at first.
"Where. Is. HE?!" Angel yelled again and pushed Willy against a wall. Willy finally spoke.
"Darla has him. Abandoned warehouse on Franklin street." Angel released his hold on the barteneder/snitch and walked quickly out of the bar. He needed to make a quick pitstop then he was going to the warehouse. He noticed the time. Five hours till sunrise. He had to work fast.
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Darla had made many deep cuts to Xander's chest. Though you couldn't see them do to the blood that covered them. Darla had moved from his chest. Opting instead to use her favorite though cliched torture device. The whip. She used this with brutal effeciancy. And with every crack Xander screamed in pain. Darla had yet to break the young man but she was well on her way. She was about to crack the whip again as the door to the room flew open and Angel walked in, anger clearly written on his demonic face.
"Angelus. How nice of you to join us. Care for a taste?" Darla ran her hand down Xander's back and licked the blood from her fingers like it was chocolate. Angel's eyes seemed to burn with hatred as a stake fell from his coat sleeve into his palm.
"Your going to pay for this Darla. Why?" Darla laughed at Angel as he stood there. Anger on his face masking the amount of pain he felt for what she had put the boy through.
"Isn't it obvious? He's the only link you have to the human world. Without him your nothing. Your not a hero. Just a waste of space." Angel moved forward quickly preparing to dust his sire.
"Now is not the time Angelus. Maybe later." Darla turned and ran from the room. Angel wanted to follow her but instead helped Xander from his chains. The boy was beaten, bloody, and half conciuse but he wasn't crying. He wouldn't cry for years.
Okay thats Part 2. Thats the big thing that happens before Buffy's arrival. Well one of anyway. Expect more on Xander's recovery in the future parts. Also Willow and Jesse interaction.