Title: Awaken the Inu
Author: DhampyrX2
Genre: Crossover
Rating: PG-13
Timeframe: prologues are btw seasons 3 and 4. The rest starts season seven.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Poverty is my constant friend. Please don't sue. I make no money from this.
Note: Evil plot bunnies have invaded my brain again, and the demons of writer's block are spreading. Instead of Starting with a Buffy or Star Wars sequel, or adding to 'The One Who Sees", I feel compelled to work on this. Sorry. Blame the bunnies. Anya's right, they're EVIL. I also changed this from a season five idea, to a season seven idea. Just because I hate Caleb, and want Xander to have a bigger role in the proceedings.
Summary: Xander's father is not who he thought. His real father has decided to inform him of his heritage, leaving Xander with some tough choices.
"Dance of the Wind!" Kagura cried as she destroyed another throng of Turok-hahn with apparent ease using her signature attack.
The effect was instantaneous, although not as disturbing as the way she animated dead Bringers, and used them as her own personal back up to clean up any ubervamps that got too close.
From a point nearby, Buffy and Angel were slugging it out with the super vampires at a more sedate pace, watching each other's backs, as they demonstrated just how deadly of a team they were.
Jaken had taken a position near the rocky stairway that was the main access to the cliff they defended in the Hellmouth, an alternating team of Slayers backing up his fire spewing with their SM's.
As Buffy staked another Turok-hahn with her scythe, she tuned to Angel and asked, "What's taking Xander so long? The next wave of Slayers got here a few minutes ago."
"I don't know, but the girls seemed shook up. I wouldn't worry, though. Even when he was human, he could take care of himself. I can't see Spike being too much trouble for him." Angel replied, as he cut a Bringer down at the gut, only to have it rise from the dead and aid them, along with four others that had fallen before him.
"I will never get over how creepy that is." the Slayer commented idly as she continued to fight.
"I don't know, it feels like a nice change to have them come back to help /us/ for a change." the vampire replied with a small shrug.
Xander, the topic of their conversation, was having a bit of trouble with Spike, however. It seemed that the First had empowered him with enough speed and strength to match the hanyou, and that his cursed sword was designed to turn and best each of the Tetsusaiga's movements, while leaving Xander open for a vicious counter.
"What's the matter, Whelp? You seem to be gettin' all bloody and beaten." Spike crowed as he cut a moderate slash into the White Knight's gut with his sword.
"You talk way too much Spike. And I don't need a sword with spells on it to help me cheat to fight you. It's only a matter of time before I kill you." the Prince of the Western Lands replied flippantly.
"Whatever works, Droopy." the vampire responded with a smile, as he got in a massive uppercut powerful enough that it hurled Xander not only into the ceiling, but through it to the first floor.
"Oh, that sucked." Xander groused from where he eventually landed in a heap of concrete and steel. The only consolation he felt was in the fact that he landed in the sun, and should therefore be afforded a breather.
That comfort was stolen from him as Spike leapt up through the hole Xander made, and seemed totally unaffected by the light. "Sorry Droops. No breathers unless you tag out." the vampire mock chided, his face covered with an evil grin. "The First fixed me up right nice, don't you think?"
"Too bad it didn't improve your personality." Xander spat tiredly as he struggled to his feet.
"Can't improve on perfection, doggy. And once this is over, the Slayer will come back to me on her hands an knees, beggin' for some of this new and improved Big Bad. After all, I'll be all she has left." Spike ranted.
"Over my dead body, fangless." the hanyou growled.
"That's kind of the idea, Whelp." Spike commented as he moved in for another lightning quick attack.
"Run faster! Move it! This way, hurry!" Dawn directed as a team of three Slayer ran for their lives, a swarm of ten Turok-hahn, and half a dozen Bringers hot on their heels. Once the Slayers passed through the threshold of the doorway Dawn led them to, the youngest Summers just waited with an icy calm, the only thing between the minions of the First and their prey. The ancient priests of evil and horrors drew ever closer, until they were near enough that Dawn could smell their stench.
Finally, when it seemed certain she would be overwhelmed, she smiled beatifically, and raised her right hand outward, a small metal stick with a red button on the end covered by her thumb. "Watch the birdie, boys. Oh, and to quote an anime Xander made me watch once...Omae o korosu." Dawn said in a deadpan as she depressed the detonator, activating the pair of strategically placed Claymore mines.
The mines spewed forth their deadly blessed payload in an explosion of unbridled carnage. The sixteen minions were reduced into their component weight in dust and mutilated flesh in less than a second.
"This is Dawn, Team Two is set and clear." the young woman declared over the TAC net.
"This is team three. We're clear too." Wood returned after a moment's silence.
"Team four is clear as well." Giles followed after that.
Gunfire erupted over the net for several seconds before Faith responded, "I think that was the last of the ones trying to back bite us here. We're all five by five."
"Then set up and redeploy for phase two support and resupply for the forces in the mouth, Faith. We'll cover you as we set up. Just watch out for stragglers." Dawn replied.
"Gotcha Pip. Watch your back too." the Dark Slayer replied.
Dawn punctuated that warning by opening up on a slower ubervamp, crippling it at the knees, and allowing the Slayers near her to decapitate it easily. "No problem. We'll be there in a few. Meet us at the vans for resupply." she said.
"On our way, kiddo." Faith replied.
"You just have to love it when everything goes according to plan..."Dawn replied, before shouting in alarm as Xander crashed through a wall in a cloud of drywall."
Dawn was at his side instantly, checking him over and finding him covered in bloody wounds and bruises. "Xander, are you all right? What happened?" she asked frantically.
"First suped up Spike. I'll be fine once someone finds my spine wherever I left it." Xander replied groggily.
"Ohhh Drooooppppyyyyy? Come out and plaaaaayyyyy!" Spike's heinous voice echoed through the halls in a sing song tone.
"That son of a... Don't worry, Xand. We're clear. We've got your back." Dawn said with a scowl as she readied her MP-5.
"No. If you're clear, help the others. There were more than expected, and they're better prepared. They'll need the supply line. I can handle Spike." Xander argued as he fought back to his feet yet again.
"But..." Dawn tried to reply, only to be cut off.
"GO! I'll handle it. Trust me." Xander pleaded.
After a moments hesitation, Dawn nodded. "You know someday I'll get old and stubborn enough that that line won't work anymore." she chided.
"Look forward to it." he responded with a grin. "Now get. I have a suped up jackass to kill."
"Stay alive." Dawn replied, kissing him on the cheek, before taking her Slayers and moving out.
"You too." he countered, as he took a ready stance with the Tetsusaiga.
The resupply line began easily once Dawn arrived to support Faith's team. The eldest Slayer's sister did make sure to announce Xander's status over the TAC net, however, and make sure the group knew that Spike had an apparently huge power up.
If Kagura and Jaken weren't stuck in the mouth of Hell, in the biggest melee fight of their lives, they would have hurried to his side, along with most of the now concerned Slayer army. Unfortunately, all elements had a job to do, and they had to trust Xander to handle his own affairs.
Xander stood defiantly as Spike made his appearance in the halls in front of the hanyou.
The vampire chuckled ruefully as he approached at a sedate walk, his ebon blade slung carelessly over his shoulder. "I've got to hand it to you, Droops. You must have the biggest set of wrinklies I've ever seen to take this abuse and stand there ready for more. Anyone else would have ran when they had the chance, assuming they could stand after the thrashin' I gave you. It's almost a pity I have to kill you."
"You're the one that's going to die, Spike. I promise you that." Xander replied calmly. "And, as for my 'wrinklies', I've never had a complaint from the ladies, either. Too bad you can't say the same, Mr. 'My Looney Bitch left me for a Fungus Demon'." he added with a cheeky grin.
Spike's face lost all semblance of humor as he sneered, "I'll make you suffer for that one, boy."
"Bring it, Peroxide Boy." Xander spat back with equal venom.
With that said, the two demonic sword wielders clashed again at super-human speeds. This time, Xander got in several deep, but ultimately superficial cuts to Spike body, as rage make the vampire sloppy. Unfortunately for the hanyou, Spike got in just as many cuts, of a far more serious nature, compounded with the ones Spike had inflicted earlier.
Eventually, the clash of blades led to Xander losing the Tetsusaiga, which flew too far out of reach to recover with Spike's enhanced speed, skill, and strength.
It was all Xander could do to move enough to the side that he only took the blade in the shoulder, instead of the heart, as Spike moved in to run him clean through and pin him up to the wall.
Once Xander was pinned, bleeding and apparently defeated, the vampire took the opportunity to stand back and gloat. "Looks like I've got you good there, dog-boy. It's almost a pity, really. You gave me one Hell of a good fight, and I've always been a fan of a good spot a' violence. I'm kind of sad to see it end. Oh well, at least I'll get to do this an' more to Peaches and your slut both after this." the bleached vampire said philosophically. His further taunts and rants were cut short as Xander began to emanate a whuffing sound.
At first he thought it was a death rattle, as Xander finally bled to death. Eventually, though, he identified it as laughter. Figuring the hanyou had cracked up, and was trying to laugh in the face of death, Spike crept closer, until their faces practically touched. Finally, he grew tired enough of the sound, to pick Xander's slumped head up viciously be the ears, and yank it until their eyes met.
"And just what's so funny about me kickin' you're arse, Whelp? You finally see just how pathetic and funny you look to the rest of the world?" the vampire cruelly asked.
"Nah. I was just remembering some advice a friend gave me once." Xander replied in a whisper so low, spike had to lean in with his ear to Xander's mouth to hear it.
"And what was that?" Spike responded, his voice half curious, and half mocking.
"A good sidearm can save your tail." Xander replied in a much stronger voice, as he lifted the quietly unholstered .45 caliber pistol he had secreted in his fire rat jacket, placed it under Spike's far too close chin, and then pulled the trigger.
The last thing to go through Spike's mind, other than the soft-tip, blessed silver hollow point that blew open the top of his skull, was the thought, Bloody Hell. I can't believe he got me like /this/.
As the vampire's forcefully lobotomized carcass fell to the ground, Xander dropped his pistol, and took hold of Spike's sword as forcefully as he could, wrenching it out of his shoulder with a supreme act of will along with a painful bellow. From there, he tossed it aside like a piece of trash, and stumbled over to the Tetsusaiga. He half dragged the sword forged from his grandfather's fang over to Spike's still unliving corpse, and lifted it over his head.
"Told you I'd kill you. Loser." Xander exclaimed with a deep satisfaction, as he brought the sword down on Spike's neck, decapitating the vampire and dusting him for good.
END CHAPTER 21