Buffy walked into the bronze and saw xander on the pool table. He was knocked dead she want over his cold corpse and wept. Then out of the shadows of the empty club came Drusilla. " Once upon a time Mrs. O' Leary had a farm full of rabbits, but they were naughty so I had to eat her but I spit her out because her blood tasted like cabbages " all of a sudden angel came out of the shadows as well, along with the willow-vamp. Angelus and willow-vamp started kissing and caressing each other as they stood over xander corpse and then sat on it. The disrespect for his remains disgusted Buffy to the point where she almost threw up. She ran to his side and started to weep. Angelus and willow-vamp continued to make out as if she weren't there.
Vamp-willow started to moan and said in her all too sluttish voice "bored now, does puppy want to play with the body"
"Yes puppy does, but only if he can get a treat." And they started it again. So this time she rose. She couldn't let him do this to her. She swung a right hook at Drusilla as she flailed around dancing and singing some song, which mad no sense. Her fist went right through the sadistic psycho-bitch. What was happening here? Where was she? She tried to yell for help but there was no sound. All of a sudden angelus managed to detach himself from willow-vamp and stood right in front of Buffy's face. If he could breath she was sure she would be able to smell his last kill in his breath. He opened his mouth and said " im sure he'll like the darkness you put him in. the darkness you put willow in, and even the darkness you dragged me out of. You are the darkness that stalks the night. My darkness has no light, and neither does yours"
His knife like scathing words cut through her skin, was she doing to xander what she did to angel, was it her fault. In her heart all she felt was guilt for doing this to him. She fell on the floor and started weeping again, he was xander. He was the one the friend that managed to make all her tears turn to laughs. He would tell her the truth no matter how much it hurt. At that moment she realized just how much she always hurt him, she never really paid attention to why he made those burning comments and accusations. She obviously knew he liked her way back when, but not anymore. Even though he may have fallen out of love with her, she just began to fall in love with him
"Ah my child of darkness you have finally found out the secret of life. Life is pain, life is death, once you have found what you truly want it is taken away from you and you can't ever get it back" said a strange voice from the shadows. Out of the shadows came the master. He wasn't in vamp mode, he looked human and had hair. He was ruggedly attractive, like a buffer version of spike with brown hair and tanned skin. He walked towards Xander's body and as she looked down at him. Suddenly xander started to rise. He rose and walked towards Buffy fallen body. "Buffy are you........" before he could say a word in edge wise she started kissing him, as she moved her face away where xanders kissable lips were she saw the masters face in vamp mode with a wicked smile on his face. She was shaken and stirred as she saw what she had just kissed. He moved towards her ear and whispered "xander doesn't live here any more"
Buffy awoke in her bed covered in sweat. She was shocked at the feeling surging through her body. She was still nausea from thought of his dead body. She didn't know what to do. She got up and instantaneously felt the weakness of her legs and body. She walked to the bathroom. She bent over the toilet and started to vomit. She was vomiting and crying uncontrollably. She couldn't stop, but then as she sat next to the toilet covered in sweat tears and with the vile taste of vomit in her mouth. The dream was so real and her feeling for xander even more so. What was she to do? Was this a prophetic dream, if so how could she save xander before he came back from Romania? All she could do was go back to sleep and pray.
After graduation Xander's parents told him that he was adopted, his real parents were related to Ms. Calendar. He was a gypsy, which explains his black hair and deep chocolate eyes. His parents were killed in huge fire and Ms. Calendar had taken care of him. She was only 17 at the time and couldn't take the responsibility. She had put him into an orphanage in Sunnydale while she attended UC Sunnydale for her degree. The only other living relative for him to go to was her uncle, the rest died in a horrible fire back in Romania, but he was to old to take care of young Alexander LaVelle Calendar. The Harrises adopted Xander when he was only two years old. Since his parents never told him he was adopted she never did either, from the day she started teaching to the day she died she watched over him, caste protection spells, and did everything she could to her only living heir. In her will she had her story written and the story of his parents. She left to him her house and all her money, but he could only get these things if he left to Romania for to be taught in the ways of their people. Even though all of their family was gone, there were still members of their tribe existing. He spent the summer in Romania learning about his culture and training in the gypsy arts. Tomorrow he would return back in Sunnydale but to what, he did not know.
Xander often had dreams while going through training. They seemed to only occur when he was around a crystal ball. He was always in the bronze and tied to a pool table. There was Drusilla the master vamp-willow and angelus, and Buffy. The only thing that stood out in his mind was the fact that she never came to save him, and in the end when it seemed like she was going to she would loom over his head and transform into faith and break his neck and he would wake up. In his mind the desperation for Buffy and the abandonment in his mind always stood out. The dreams were so real that he would wake up and have to vomit. What were these feelings? He knew he always likes Buffy but never before did he feel that he needed her to live. It was weird. Maybe with his newfound semi-clairvoyance this was a prediction. He would be back in Sunnydale tomorrow morning and then they could take about his dream. It would be hard but necessary for his and hers. So as he returned from the bathroom he lay back in his chair and started recording his thoughts into his journal. Afterward he laid back, put on his headphones, and watched the in-flight movie as he slowly flew towards his fate.