Only Human. 3/?
I own nothing
2 weeks later.
To say Xander was pissed would be an understatement. After he healed enough to walk, three days, he hit the books. He didn't want to dust Darla. No that would be to easy. He had something else in mind. Something he knew would either dust her, or make her wish he had. Xander knew what he had to do but he didn't know how to do it. After reading through EVERY one of Angel's book of magic he had only one choice.
"So Willow. Want to look something up for me on the net?" Xander asked over the phone. He had been staying with Angel, he was questioned by the police but they cut there investigation short and seemed to forget about the young boy. The thing was the Rosenbergs had not. The minute they found him he would be living with his friend Willow. But Willow also understood that Xander needed time. She wasn't going to turn him in. Xander told her the things he needed to find saying that money was no object and he would get it to her by tomorrow.
"I'll do what I can Xand. You might want to check the magic shop in town though." Xander says he will and hangs up the pay phone. He turned and moved toward a house on the corner. Knocking on the door loudly he didn't smile as an older woman opened the door.
"Can I help you?" The woman asked Xander who nodded more to himself than to her.
"I need your help Mrs. Madison."
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Darla was pissed. She hadn't been able to torture the boy as much as she wanted to. And not only that but now Angelus was closer to humanity than before. Her plan had not only failed, it backfired. She growled to herself as she walked her way between tombstones and crypts. She needed to see the Master. As she walked toward the entrance to his lair a movement caught her eye. Smiling to herself as she smelt the boy, she moved forward. The one thing that bothered her was she didn't smell fear. The young man seeped anger and hate but there was no fear to be found. It was almost like he was a vampire, that is if she couldn't smell his soul. That humanly stinch. She was sure the boy had something in mind. In her hundreds of years of unlife she had learned that she wasn't invincible. She was almost as vulnerable as a pathetic human. Well not quite. Darla saw the boy. A silouhette in the darkness. Darla smiled evilly as he moved forward out of the shadows into the moonlight.
"Where's Angelus boy?" Darla asked as she took a step toward the young man. The boy stood stoic. His face empasive as he to stepped forward.
"You know something Darla? I found out I love pain. And now I wanna know what its like to be the giver." Darla smiled as she heard the coldness in Xander's voice. He would make a great Vampire.
"Do you think you have it in you? Can you hold a bloody knife in your hand as you slowly drag it across someones skin. Can you stand the sight of the lines of blood and the thoughts of what the scar would look like if you gave it time to heal?" Darla walked toward Xander seductily. She knew that he couldn't fight her. He didn't have enough time to heal from the wounds she inflicted. Xander's face stayed stoic as he looked at Darla. She couldn't read him. In her years as a vampire she had learned to read people by there eyes. Xander's eyes seemed empty. Almost as if he was broken. However if he was broken he wouldn't be standing defiantly. He would be begging for mercy.
"I don't know Darla. Why don't you stand still so I can find out?" Darla laughed as Xander completed the sentence. She was really beginning to like the young man. Well not him just his attitude.
"I don't think so. You know you have no chance against me. Why come to your death?" Xander didn't take his eyes from Darla's as he spoke. His words crisp and clear in the silent darkness of the night.
"You killed my parents. And I know that if you killed them it will only be a matter of time before you move to my friends. I can't allow that. One of us will die Darla. One way or a another." Darla found herself fascinated with the young man in front of her. His determination was spectacular even if his reasoning was to compassionate.
"Such a loving young man. Not many of you around anymore. Thank God." Darla smiled as she moved forward. As she reached Xander she stopped in a sudden pain, falling to the ground she held her chest as she screamed. Xander looked on without expression. No pity. No compassion. He simply watched with slight fascination.
"Hurts doesn't it? Well wait till you remember everything you've done in the last few hundred years. Then you'll really want to stake yourself." Xander turned and walked from the cemetery leaving Darla writhing on the ground in unending agony.
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Catherine Madison sat cross legged. Her breathing ragged. She stood slowly and made her way from the room, leaving the magical components of the spell on the floor. She had just completed the biggest spell in her life. She had given a vampire a soul.
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Xander sat at the bar of Willy's. An unopened bottle in front of him.
"Come on Xander. Lets get out of here." Xander looked from the bottle to Angel, then back to the bottle.
"You know? This is what happened to my father. Did I ever tell you that before he started drinking we had fun?" Xander asked and Angel answered with a nod. After a few minutes Xander stood from his stool and walked with Angel out of the bar. The bottle sat at the bar. Its seal still unbroken.
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Angel watched as Xander began walking toward the Rosenburg's door. Xander turned back as he reached the bottom step.
"Thanks Angel." Angel only nodded and Xander turned and knocked on the door. Angel melted into the shadows as Willow pulled Xander into the house.
"I'm not going." Angel said ,seemingly, to no one.
"Look Angel this is your destiny." A short man in a fedora and bright colored cloths said as he appeared from no where. Angel looked at the balance demon.
"I don't care about destiny. Xander needs me. Find someone else." Angel turned to walk away, Whistler made one last effort to stop the ensouled vampire
"The kid isn't your path to redemption." Angel turned to Whistler with a look of pure emotion on his face.
"Xander isn't about my redemption." Angel turned and dissappeared into the night leaving Whistler behind. Whistler smiled and spoke into the darkness after Angel.
"Thats usually how it happens kid. Good luck."
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Whistler found her on the ground in a cemetery. Bloody tears streaming down her face.
"I. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Darla sobbed out as she trembled with grief. Whistler looked down on the vampire with what seemed to be compassion.
"I know you are. I'm here to ask you if you want to make things right. At least with the higher ups." Darla looked up from the ground. Her face covered in blood from her tears. She nodded slowly and Whistler held out his hand. Darla reached for Whistlers hand and slowly stood onto her feet.
"Come on. We have alot of work to do." Whistler said as he pulled Darla toward a car with dark tinted windows. Darla only nodded while sobbing and followed the funny looking man in the out of date clothing.
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Okay thats all for part three. The Darla thing just kinda came to me. I don't remember it ever being done before and I thought it would be neat to have Darla in Angel's place as the slayers helper. Jesse will be in next chapter as Xander goes to school for the first time since his parents death. Also a talk between himself and the Rosenbergs. Review.
I own nothing
2 weeks later.
To say Xander was pissed would be an understatement. After he healed enough to walk, three days, he hit the books. He didn't want to dust Darla. No that would be to easy. He had something else in mind. Something he knew would either dust her, or make her wish he had. Xander knew what he had to do but he didn't know how to do it. After reading through EVERY one of Angel's book of magic he had only one choice.
"So Willow. Want to look something up for me on the net?" Xander asked over the phone. He had been staying with Angel, he was questioned by the police but they cut there investigation short and seemed to forget about the young boy. The thing was the Rosenbergs had not. The minute they found him he would be living with his friend Willow. But Willow also understood that Xander needed time. She wasn't going to turn him in. Xander told her the things he needed to find saying that money was no object and he would get it to her by tomorrow.
"I'll do what I can Xand. You might want to check the magic shop in town though." Xander says he will and hangs up the pay phone. He turned and moved toward a house on the corner. Knocking on the door loudly he didn't smile as an older woman opened the door.
"Can I help you?" The woman asked Xander who nodded more to himself than to her.
"I need your help Mrs. Madison."
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Darla was pissed. She hadn't been able to torture the boy as much as she wanted to. And not only that but now Angelus was closer to humanity than before. Her plan had not only failed, it backfired. She growled to herself as she walked her way between tombstones and crypts. She needed to see the Master. As she walked toward the entrance to his lair a movement caught her eye. Smiling to herself as she smelt the boy, she moved forward. The one thing that bothered her was she didn't smell fear. The young man seeped anger and hate but there was no fear to be found. It was almost like he was a vampire, that is if she couldn't smell his soul. That humanly stinch. She was sure the boy had something in mind. In her hundreds of years of unlife she had learned that she wasn't invincible. She was almost as vulnerable as a pathetic human. Well not quite. Darla saw the boy. A silouhette in the darkness. Darla smiled evilly as he moved forward out of the shadows into the moonlight.
"Where's Angelus boy?" Darla asked as she took a step toward the young man. The boy stood stoic. His face empasive as he to stepped forward.
"You know something Darla? I found out I love pain. And now I wanna know what its like to be the giver." Darla smiled as she heard the coldness in Xander's voice. He would make a great Vampire.
"Do you think you have it in you? Can you hold a bloody knife in your hand as you slowly drag it across someones skin. Can you stand the sight of the lines of blood and the thoughts of what the scar would look like if you gave it time to heal?" Darla walked toward Xander seductily. She knew that he couldn't fight her. He didn't have enough time to heal from the wounds she inflicted. Xander's face stayed stoic as he looked at Darla. She couldn't read him. In her years as a vampire she had learned to read people by there eyes. Xander's eyes seemed empty. Almost as if he was broken. However if he was broken he wouldn't be standing defiantly. He would be begging for mercy.
"I don't know Darla. Why don't you stand still so I can find out?" Darla laughed as Xander completed the sentence. She was really beginning to like the young man. Well not him just his attitude.
"I don't think so. You know you have no chance against me. Why come to your death?" Xander didn't take his eyes from Darla's as he spoke. His words crisp and clear in the silent darkness of the night.
"You killed my parents. And I know that if you killed them it will only be a matter of time before you move to my friends. I can't allow that. One of us will die Darla. One way or a another." Darla found herself fascinated with the young man in front of her. His determination was spectacular even if his reasoning was to compassionate.
"Such a loving young man. Not many of you around anymore. Thank God." Darla smiled as she moved forward. As she reached Xander she stopped in a sudden pain, falling to the ground she held her chest as she screamed. Xander looked on without expression. No pity. No compassion. He simply watched with slight fascination.
"Hurts doesn't it? Well wait till you remember everything you've done in the last few hundred years. Then you'll really want to stake yourself." Xander turned and walked from the cemetery leaving Darla writhing on the ground in unending agony.
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Catherine Madison sat cross legged. Her breathing ragged. She stood slowly and made her way from the room, leaving the magical components of the spell on the floor. She had just completed the biggest spell in her life. She had given a vampire a soul.
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Xander sat at the bar of Willy's. An unopened bottle in front of him.
"Come on Xander. Lets get out of here." Xander looked from the bottle to Angel, then back to the bottle.
"You know? This is what happened to my father. Did I ever tell you that before he started drinking we had fun?" Xander asked and Angel answered with a nod. After a few minutes Xander stood from his stool and walked with Angel out of the bar. The bottle sat at the bar. Its seal still unbroken.
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Angel watched as Xander began walking toward the Rosenburg's door. Xander turned back as he reached the bottom step.
"Thanks Angel." Angel only nodded and Xander turned and knocked on the door. Angel melted into the shadows as Willow pulled Xander into the house.
"I'm not going." Angel said ,seemingly, to no one.
"Look Angel this is your destiny." A short man in a fedora and bright colored cloths said as he appeared from no where. Angel looked at the balance demon.
"I don't care about destiny. Xander needs me. Find someone else." Angel turned to walk away, Whistler made one last effort to stop the ensouled vampire
"The kid isn't your path to redemption." Angel turned to Whistler with a look of pure emotion on his face.
"Xander isn't about my redemption." Angel turned and dissappeared into the night leaving Whistler behind. Whistler smiled and spoke into the darkness after Angel.
"Thats usually how it happens kid. Good luck."
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Whistler found her on the ground in a cemetery. Bloody tears streaming down her face.
"I. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Darla sobbed out as she trembled with grief. Whistler looked down on the vampire with what seemed to be compassion.
"I know you are. I'm here to ask you if you want to make things right. At least with the higher ups." Darla looked up from the ground. Her face covered in blood from her tears. She nodded slowly and Whistler held out his hand. Darla reached for Whistlers hand and slowly stood onto her feet.
"Come on. We have alot of work to do." Whistler said as he pulled Darla toward a car with dark tinted windows. Darla only nodded while sobbing and followed the funny looking man in the out of date clothing.
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Okay thats all for part three. The Darla thing just kinda came to me. I don't remember it ever being done before and I thought it would be neat to have Darla in Angel's place as the slayers helper. Jesse will be in next chapter as Xander goes to school for the first time since his parents death. Also a talk between himself and the Rosenbergs. Review.