Title: Inevitability (Part 5/?)
Author: Michael Dunbar
E-mail: mutant190583@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Joss and CO own all of the Buff Verse
Timeline: Set in season 2 sometime after Angel went bad. No other slayers exist either.
Summary: What's inevitable simply is..
Author's notes: Okay another part, I think I'm speeding along at a good pace. tell me what you think.
Feedback: Tell me what you think please. Bad or good
I can't just go in and kill him, that isn't the way to go about it. If I had the strength or the speed to do that I would, I'd love to see the look on his face when I stabbed a sharp piece of wood through his chest after battering his legions of vampires on my own.
But it just isn't going to happen.
Tactics is what will help me win out in the end, that and a whole lot of explosives.
I have some stuff left from the previous year's excursion to the army base. It wasn't the smartest thing to do but I was sure they'd be more worried about the rocket launcher going missing than a few pistols, some C4 and a few grenades.
It's all holed up in my basement; nobody goes down there anymore due to the fact that it smells pretty nasty down there after a pipe burst a few years ago.
Nobody cleans up in the Harris household.
It's under some plastic covering in a few heavy duty boxes, I didn't even want to think what would happen if something managed to ignite down there.
My street would be a whole lot brighter for a day or so.
I wish I could go back in time a few days, just a few days so I could save her and stop myself from starting what I've been building myself up to do.
It's not that much to ask is it?
After all I've been party to what, 5 or something world saving ventures. I think I deserve something from the big guy upstairs after all the shit we've been through. Like a few days would make that much of a difference.
Although I already knew, even back then, that this was going to happen eventually. At one point we were going to have to face Angel and it would have been Buffy normally.
Buffy would have been on her own fighting that creature the one with the face that she loves.
Could she ever have done the job?
I wish to think so, I hope beyond all hope that in that situation she'd live up to my hero worship but somewhere or something inside me tells me my way is a lot better for everyone.
If I die, I'm just another statistic.
But if Buffy dies, the world might as well just go with it because I cant see another slayer been quite as good as her.
Ever
So anyway back to less deep-filled thoughts and back to my current situation.
I can't believe the vampires have the audacity to live in the Crawford Street Mansion. All the windows blackened or boarded up to prevent sunlight from getting in through the day.
Angelus always like to live it up, he reminds me of a weak pathetic Lestat clone in a way.
I also can't believe how easy it was to find his current locale, I mean all I did was follow a vampire I spotted in the cemetery and fanny's your aunt. Here I am, Vamp watching from the branches of a tree.
You know I love pretending to be all army guy, I never hardly get to wear the combats. They make me blend into the darkened scales of the old tree that is rooted just at the gate of the mansion.
I lied to Willow and Buffy.
They think I'm just at home, living the depressed "my ex is dead so leave me alone" life.
I'm not Angel.
He's there now, instructing some little piss ant vampire to do something at the door of the mansion.
Sometimes I wish I had a sniper rifle and the knowledge to use it, well just this time actually.
I really want to see his head pop.
Dropping out of the tree I wait till the vampire comes within grabbing distance, and then cross at the ready I place it against his lips as I grab him from behind and drag him into the bushes.
"Listen up. You tell me what Angelus ordered you to do and I kill you quickly, if not. This cross can be used elsewhere"
Wow, I actually pulled off the scary guy act. I'm quite impressed with myself.
His lips are all burnt from where the cross was placed and I'm sure he's about to cry. Trust me to get the pansy ass vampire that can't even withstand a little cross burn.
"Okay. " He sniffles and I roll my eyes "Angelus.. Wanted me to grab a book called the Hell^sharif from the magic store in town."
"What for?"
"I don't know." He replied.
I didn't break my promise, I was quick.
He was dust.
This book sounds interesting; I should really go see about it myself. I couldn't get it right now because the store wouldn't be open but I guess vampires don't particularly care about that particular courtesy.
Want
Take
Have
That's there life.
I'll see about it in the morning, Angelus shouldn't suspect any foul play till the guy doesn't get back to him tomorrow night.
This book could be interesting and a way for me to get what I want.
Angelus in hell screaming as little devils poke him with pitch forks.
Some patrolling is in order; I'm kind of stiff after sitting in the tree for 3 hours.
You'd never think that the first cemetery I walked into would be the one Buffy chose to patrol at the exact same time would you?
I guess the old Harris luck hits it out of the field again.
"Xander.."
Not been able to move or do anything I remain still in hope that she'll disappear and not ask questions about my combat gear or the stakes in my belt.
Hopes all I have.
"Xander.."
Dammit!!
She's still there.
Managing to turn I smile weakly at her pissed off expression. Obviously aware of what I'm out here for as she stands her hands on her hips, a stake held firmly between her fingers.
"Hey, you know what's funny?" I try weakly to break some of the tension "I changed my mind about staying in tonight"
"So what?" Buffy replied "You thought you'd come out and get yourself killed instead?"
"Well I was hoping to kill a few without the me dying part but I'm willing to go the full hurdle if that's what you're asking"
I guess she didn't expect that response. She seems kind of shocked, I think it's never a good thing to shock a slayer especially one that's within 5 feet of you.
"Xander, you shouldn't be out here. This is my job"
"I'd say this is more voluntary work than career based Buff and right now I feel like joining up"
"You'll get hurt Xan, you don't have the same abilities as me.. "
I can see she's starting to cool down a little; her eyes aren't as flary anymore.
If that's even a word that can be used to describe eyes.
"I'll do fine Buff, I cant not be on the front lines anymore and even if you don't agree with what I'm doing the only way you'll stop me is by tying me up. and you aren't that kinky are you?"
Buffy blushes at me but still manages to remain in control of herself as she replies "Okay, I guess ill have to give in somewhat. You can patrol but with me, no lone slaying.. And the same goes for me. Do we agree?"
You know, I might have actually won an argument with a girl.
Does that even happen?
"Agreed.."
I know something's wrong.
I don't win arguments against women; it just isn't something that happens.
"I guess you can tell Giles then"
Ahh DAMN!!!
Author: Michael Dunbar
E-mail: mutant190583@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Joss and CO own all of the Buff Verse
Timeline: Set in season 2 sometime after Angel went bad. No other slayers exist either.
Summary: What's inevitable simply is..
Author's notes: Okay another part, I think I'm speeding along at a good pace. tell me what you think.
Feedback: Tell me what you think please. Bad or good
I can't just go in and kill him, that isn't the way to go about it. If I had the strength or the speed to do that I would, I'd love to see the look on his face when I stabbed a sharp piece of wood through his chest after battering his legions of vampires on my own.
But it just isn't going to happen.
Tactics is what will help me win out in the end, that and a whole lot of explosives.
I have some stuff left from the previous year's excursion to the army base. It wasn't the smartest thing to do but I was sure they'd be more worried about the rocket launcher going missing than a few pistols, some C4 and a few grenades.
It's all holed up in my basement; nobody goes down there anymore due to the fact that it smells pretty nasty down there after a pipe burst a few years ago.
Nobody cleans up in the Harris household.
It's under some plastic covering in a few heavy duty boxes, I didn't even want to think what would happen if something managed to ignite down there.
My street would be a whole lot brighter for a day or so.
I wish I could go back in time a few days, just a few days so I could save her and stop myself from starting what I've been building myself up to do.
It's not that much to ask is it?
After all I've been party to what, 5 or something world saving ventures. I think I deserve something from the big guy upstairs after all the shit we've been through. Like a few days would make that much of a difference.
Although I already knew, even back then, that this was going to happen eventually. At one point we were going to have to face Angel and it would have been Buffy normally.
Buffy would have been on her own fighting that creature the one with the face that she loves.
Could she ever have done the job?
I wish to think so, I hope beyond all hope that in that situation she'd live up to my hero worship but somewhere or something inside me tells me my way is a lot better for everyone.
If I die, I'm just another statistic.
But if Buffy dies, the world might as well just go with it because I cant see another slayer been quite as good as her.
Ever
So anyway back to less deep-filled thoughts and back to my current situation.
I can't believe the vampires have the audacity to live in the Crawford Street Mansion. All the windows blackened or boarded up to prevent sunlight from getting in through the day.
Angelus always like to live it up, he reminds me of a weak pathetic Lestat clone in a way.
I also can't believe how easy it was to find his current locale, I mean all I did was follow a vampire I spotted in the cemetery and fanny's your aunt. Here I am, Vamp watching from the branches of a tree.
You know I love pretending to be all army guy, I never hardly get to wear the combats. They make me blend into the darkened scales of the old tree that is rooted just at the gate of the mansion.
I lied to Willow and Buffy.
They think I'm just at home, living the depressed "my ex is dead so leave me alone" life.
I'm not Angel.
He's there now, instructing some little piss ant vampire to do something at the door of the mansion.
Sometimes I wish I had a sniper rifle and the knowledge to use it, well just this time actually.
I really want to see his head pop.
Dropping out of the tree I wait till the vampire comes within grabbing distance, and then cross at the ready I place it against his lips as I grab him from behind and drag him into the bushes.
"Listen up. You tell me what Angelus ordered you to do and I kill you quickly, if not. This cross can be used elsewhere"
Wow, I actually pulled off the scary guy act. I'm quite impressed with myself.
His lips are all burnt from where the cross was placed and I'm sure he's about to cry. Trust me to get the pansy ass vampire that can't even withstand a little cross burn.
"Okay. " He sniffles and I roll my eyes "Angelus.. Wanted me to grab a book called the Hell^sharif from the magic store in town."
"What for?"
"I don't know." He replied.
I didn't break my promise, I was quick.
He was dust.
This book sounds interesting; I should really go see about it myself. I couldn't get it right now because the store wouldn't be open but I guess vampires don't particularly care about that particular courtesy.
Want
Take
Have
That's there life.
I'll see about it in the morning, Angelus shouldn't suspect any foul play till the guy doesn't get back to him tomorrow night.
This book could be interesting and a way for me to get what I want.
Angelus in hell screaming as little devils poke him with pitch forks.
Some patrolling is in order; I'm kind of stiff after sitting in the tree for 3 hours.
You'd never think that the first cemetery I walked into would be the one Buffy chose to patrol at the exact same time would you?
I guess the old Harris luck hits it out of the field again.
"Xander.."
Not been able to move or do anything I remain still in hope that she'll disappear and not ask questions about my combat gear or the stakes in my belt.
Hopes all I have.
"Xander.."
Dammit!!
She's still there.
Managing to turn I smile weakly at her pissed off expression. Obviously aware of what I'm out here for as she stands her hands on her hips, a stake held firmly between her fingers.
"Hey, you know what's funny?" I try weakly to break some of the tension "I changed my mind about staying in tonight"
"So what?" Buffy replied "You thought you'd come out and get yourself killed instead?"
"Well I was hoping to kill a few without the me dying part but I'm willing to go the full hurdle if that's what you're asking"
I guess she didn't expect that response. She seems kind of shocked, I think it's never a good thing to shock a slayer especially one that's within 5 feet of you.
"Xander, you shouldn't be out here. This is my job"
"I'd say this is more voluntary work than career based Buff and right now I feel like joining up"
"You'll get hurt Xan, you don't have the same abilities as me.. "
I can see she's starting to cool down a little; her eyes aren't as flary anymore.
If that's even a word that can be used to describe eyes.
"I'll do fine Buff, I cant not be on the front lines anymore and even if you don't agree with what I'm doing the only way you'll stop me is by tying me up. and you aren't that kinky are you?"
Buffy blushes at me but still manages to remain in control of herself as she replies "Okay, I guess ill have to give in somewhat. You can patrol but with me, no lone slaying.. And the same goes for me. Do we agree?"
You know, I might have actually won an argument with a girl.
Does that even happen?
"Agreed.."
I know something's wrong.
I don't win arguments against women; it just isn't something that happens.
"I guess you can tell Giles then"
Ahh DAMN!!!
