Souls Found
None of these characters are mine; all credit goes to the writers of BtVS. If you wish to share, this work with someone be my guest. This is a sequel to my LOST SOULS fic - on this archive and ff.net too.
R - x/w, b/s - growing tension between x and s!
Chapter 7
Xander is lying alone in the shade of a huge oak tree. Shielded from the afternoon sunlight, he is trying to make sense of his recent past. In the space of less than two weeks, he has managed to be seduced by one of his best friends. To die, only to be turned into a heartless vampire, to kill his parents, to cause general mayhem, to engage in some fairly embarrassing homoerotic activity and to regain his soul. And now, here he is at a general loss at what to do now.
Do you return to school only to explain that you don't have a note because your parents have met their great reward at your own hands? Do you forge the note? Do you drop out? For that matter, are the police looking for you? They should be. Do you call your until-recently semi-secret girlfriend and apologize for taking her prisoner and intending to kill her? Hey and what about whatever was going on with Crazy Screaming Buffy and the evil undead guy (verses the not so evil but pretty guilty undead guy)?
What about Willow? Now there was a question. You would figure that after the resouling thing that things would go back to normal - or as normal as to be expected considering. But no - still lusting after her for sure and given that being a vamp seemed to be like regular teenage hormones times a thousand --- well, he was going to have to have a talk with her and soon. This feeling - what would a good word be? Like he would like a good fight. OK, go on and say it, nobody's listening - a good kill - continued to build within him. Something was going to have to give.
And finally, now Angel had to up and off himself. Great. Despite his distaste for the guy back when things were normal, Angel had been fairly OK to him after --- well, don't go there. Soooo don't want to think about trading what could loosely be called kissage with Buffy's boyfriend - ick. Whatever else, Angel did know the ropes of this vamp thing.
For a second this morning when Angel killed him, a part of him wanted to follow Angel out there and be done with it. But he couldn't. First of all, Willow wouldn't let me and truly, he wasn't ready to die. He felt awful about hurting his parents; Cordy --- but he really wanted to live. That instinct was strong and healthy. It was like the part of him that was an average young man with a whole life ahead of him was conspiring with the demon to keep him trudging forward.
The french doors open and immediately he knows that it's Willow, come to interrupt his brooding.
"Hey - you" She says with a smile, taking a seat beside him. Seeming to read his mind, she begins to supply him with concrete, tangible information.
It took several days for anyone to realize that something had happened at his house. That didn't surprise him, given that his parents weren't what you'd call social animals. When he had been out several days running, the school had called his father's work only to find that Mr. Harris hadn't been in for several days either. One thing lead to another and the police came out to on check on things.
From hacking into the police report and checking the local papers, Willow has a good handle on what the police surmised. After finding his parents' bodies, they had searched for his. However, they did find evidence of a break-in. While the police were unsure whether to rule this 'missing boy' as a suspect or a possible kidnap victim, it didn't seem like the case was getting much attention. The police had made contact with some distant relatives who directed that the property be sold and the bodies cremated.
Almost guiltily, Willow admitted to exchanging email with her parents who were still overseas at the moment. They were saddened to hear about Xander's family but that was about it. Willow had fabricated a story of winning a scholarship to some sort of exchange program in the Far East so they were covered as far as her absentee parents went.
Before he can stop himself, he asks about Joyce. He can't help but wonder if he is a suspect in that murder too, given that Joyce is dead and Buffy is missing.
Willow is quick to explain that Angel had somehow found the time to orchestrate a whole pack of lies to cover for Joyce and Buffy's disappearance. Joyce had resigned from the gallery and had taken a position in Italy; her mother, according to her school records, had taken Buffy out of school. The mortgage and any outstanding bills had been paid up and the house was up for sale with the proceeds set to go into an account in Buffy's name.
Before Xander can help himself, he is thinking what a bastard Angelus was after all - taking care of Buffy but leaving him out to dry so to speak. Then again, it was most likely Angel who had cleaned up after Buffy and Angelus. Still ------ he is pissed that their so-called sire had bailed on them. For all of the power running through his veins, he is still too new at this. He had needed Angel.
"Whatca' thinking?" Willow's little girl voice pulls him out of his thoughts.
"I was thinking that Angel was a real whimp for bailing on us. It is his damn fault that we're all in this mess. And Buffy - what are we going to do about her? She and --- I can't even bring myself to say it --- Spike have been down there forever. You'd think they'd at least be hungry. If they don't surface soon, I'm going in there and get some answers."
After he finishes, he looks to see Willow staring at him with a crooked smile on her lips. "Man, Mr. Bossy Vamp, huh?" Rolling her eyes, she continues, "If it weren't so true, I'd ask you died and left you king?"
He answers as he gets to his feet, "Well, you just did --- ask that is."
She rises too and meets his gaze, "And what of it?" she asks boldly, more boldly than she would have dared before.
The predator in him takes the challenge without further deliberation, quickly using his body to crowd her more delicate one against the tree. Closing in on her, his teeth grazing her neck, he answers teasingly, "I am your king, you'd do well to remember it."
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After taking Willow - sans the talk --- Xander is feeling better. His beast, his demon is appeased - at least until nightfall. Willow's eager submission and devotion, have calmed him, as has her blood. His mind goes back to his earlier musings. The primary thought running through his mind is that there is a male vampire in their midst, moreover with one of his own women. Two thoughts war is his mind - he wants nothing more than to kill the rival male but he begrudgingly knows that he needs his knowledge - at least for a while. For how long a while will be up to Spike as the former urge is running through him much more strongly than the latter.
TBC
None of these characters are mine; all credit goes to the writers of BtVS. If you wish to share, this work with someone be my guest. This is a sequel to my LOST SOULS fic - on this archive and ff.net too.
R - x/w, b/s - growing tension between x and s!
Chapter 7
Xander is lying alone in the shade of a huge oak tree. Shielded from the afternoon sunlight, he is trying to make sense of his recent past. In the space of less than two weeks, he has managed to be seduced by one of his best friends. To die, only to be turned into a heartless vampire, to kill his parents, to cause general mayhem, to engage in some fairly embarrassing homoerotic activity and to regain his soul. And now, here he is at a general loss at what to do now.
Do you return to school only to explain that you don't have a note because your parents have met their great reward at your own hands? Do you forge the note? Do you drop out? For that matter, are the police looking for you? They should be. Do you call your until-recently semi-secret girlfriend and apologize for taking her prisoner and intending to kill her? Hey and what about whatever was going on with Crazy Screaming Buffy and the evil undead guy (verses the not so evil but pretty guilty undead guy)?
What about Willow? Now there was a question. You would figure that after the resouling thing that things would go back to normal - or as normal as to be expected considering. But no - still lusting after her for sure and given that being a vamp seemed to be like regular teenage hormones times a thousand --- well, he was going to have to have a talk with her and soon. This feeling - what would a good word be? Like he would like a good fight. OK, go on and say it, nobody's listening - a good kill - continued to build within him. Something was going to have to give.
And finally, now Angel had to up and off himself. Great. Despite his distaste for the guy back when things were normal, Angel had been fairly OK to him after --- well, don't go there. Soooo don't want to think about trading what could loosely be called kissage with Buffy's boyfriend - ick. Whatever else, Angel did know the ropes of this vamp thing.
For a second this morning when Angel killed him, a part of him wanted to follow Angel out there and be done with it. But he couldn't. First of all, Willow wouldn't let me and truly, he wasn't ready to die. He felt awful about hurting his parents; Cordy --- but he really wanted to live. That instinct was strong and healthy. It was like the part of him that was an average young man with a whole life ahead of him was conspiring with the demon to keep him trudging forward.
The french doors open and immediately he knows that it's Willow, come to interrupt his brooding.
"Hey - you" She says with a smile, taking a seat beside him. Seeming to read his mind, she begins to supply him with concrete, tangible information.
It took several days for anyone to realize that something had happened at his house. That didn't surprise him, given that his parents weren't what you'd call social animals. When he had been out several days running, the school had called his father's work only to find that Mr. Harris hadn't been in for several days either. One thing lead to another and the police came out to on check on things.
From hacking into the police report and checking the local papers, Willow has a good handle on what the police surmised. After finding his parents' bodies, they had searched for his. However, they did find evidence of a break-in. While the police were unsure whether to rule this 'missing boy' as a suspect or a possible kidnap victim, it didn't seem like the case was getting much attention. The police had made contact with some distant relatives who directed that the property be sold and the bodies cremated.
Almost guiltily, Willow admitted to exchanging email with her parents who were still overseas at the moment. They were saddened to hear about Xander's family but that was about it. Willow had fabricated a story of winning a scholarship to some sort of exchange program in the Far East so they were covered as far as her absentee parents went.
Before he can stop himself, he asks about Joyce. He can't help but wonder if he is a suspect in that murder too, given that Joyce is dead and Buffy is missing.
Willow is quick to explain that Angel had somehow found the time to orchestrate a whole pack of lies to cover for Joyce and Buffy's disappearance. Joyce had resigned from the gallery and had taken a position in Italy; her mother, according to her school records, had taken Buffy out of school. The mortgage and any outstanding bills had been paid up and the house was up for sale with the proceeds set to go into an account in Buffy's name.
Before Xander can help himself, he is thinking what a bastard Angelus was after all - taking care of Buffy but leaving him out to dry so to speak. Then again, it was most likely Angel who had cleaned up after Buffy and Angelus. Still ------ he is pissed that their so-called sire had bailed on them. For all of the power running through his veins, he is still too new at this. He had needed Angel.
"Whatca' thinking?" Willow's little girl voice pulls him out of his thoughts.
"I was thinking that Angel was a real whimp for bailing on us. It is his damn fault that we're all in this mess. And Buffy - what are we going to do about her? She and --- I can't even bring myself to say it --- Spike have been down there forever. You'd think they'd at least be hungry. If they don't surface soon, I'm going in there and get some answers."
After he finishes, he looks to see Willow staring at him with a crooked smile on her lips. "Man, Mr. Bossy Vamp, huh?" Rolling her eyes, she continues, "If it weren't so true, I'd ask you died and left you king?"
He answers as he gets to his feet, "Well, you just did --- ask that is."
She rises too and meets his gaze, "And what of it?" she asks boldly, more boldly than she would have dared before.
The predator in him takes the challenge without further deliberation, quickly using his body to crowd her more delicate one against the tree. Closing in on her, his teeth grazing her neck, he answers teasingly, "I am your king, you'd do well to remember it."
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After taking Willow - sans the talk --- Xander is feeling better. His beast, his demon is appeased - at least until nightfall. Willow's eager submission and devotion, have calmed him, as has her blood. His mind goes back to his earlier musings. The primary thought running through his mind is that there is a male vampire in their midst, moreover with one of his own women. Two thoughts war is his mind - he wants nothing more than to kill the rival male but he begrudgingly knows that he needs his knowledge - at least for a while. For how long a while will be up to Spike as the former urge is running through him much more strongly than the latter.
TBC