-'And Justice for All.'-
Pairings: a little angst for right now, something more substantial later.
A/N: This is the sequel to Enter Sandman, Sad But True, and Eye of the Beholder. Actions have consequences. Justice is served.
A/N 2: God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews.
A/N 3: This part diverges more from canon, well S2 canon. But don't worry, Trust in the Harper, the Harper is good.
A/N 4: And it might be a while before I can write any more. Finals are coming up and lets say that I'm not exactly the most intelligent of people. I need to study like a bastard. I hate all my friends that can pass a class without reading the friggin book, the little bastards.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Buffy, Angel, or Metallica.
Timeframe: S2 AU. Maybe I stole a little from S3 "The Wish." But just a little
Dedicated to the ones you can't save, and to the ones you can.
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Xander ran. He heard the screams from the other side of the graveyard and rushed onto the scene. 'Damn,' he thought, 'why does everyone go to a freaking graveyard to make out? It's the Hellmouth. People should have realized this by now.'
He pulled out his silenced USP and an incendiary grenade from underneath his jacket. Giles was right. Angelus was siring an army.
He faced off against four vamps. He saw them drop the girls they had been draining. He was already too late to save the victims that they had drained, but he was sure as hell going to make the vamps pay. A male vampire with spiked black hair walked forward. And dropped the girl he had been draining "What do you think _you're_ gonna do boy?"
Xander smiled and pulled out a stake.
The vamp turned and grinned to the other vamps. "What do you think youre gonna do with that?" He turned back and smiled at Xander. "Maybe we should just go out and see the slayer. Word spreads about a slayer that knows how to _work_ a stake."
Xander grinned as he pulled out his USP. "You are _so_ dead asshole."
The leader charged Xander in full game face. He shouted to the others. "Take them back!" The three other male vamps tried to take back the victims that they had turned. He threw the incendiary grenade at the fleeing vamps, making sure there wouldn't be any new members to the undead army. He turned and fired three shots at the lead vamps chest, but with little effect. He drew stake in his other hand and his breath chilled as he charged.
The vampire landed a roundhouse kick to his face, sending him sprawling into a tombstone. "And I thought Angelus was taking his time making his new mindless slaves. Who knew suckface lowered his standards."
The vampire grinned. "He fucked your little slayer. I call _that_ lowering his standards."
Xander took out his gun and shot the vamps kneecaps out. The vamp screamed in pain as it fell to the ground.
Xander wiped the blood off of his nose. "Shut up." He walked over and plunged the stake into its heart.
Xander spit out some blood and knelt next to the lead vamp, which had just started to heal. He took out a small cross on a chain and dangled it over its head. "Okay buddy, start talking. What is Angelus planning?"
The vamp growled and tried to grab at Xander's throat. Xander shot him in the crotch.
Xander let the vamp howl in pain for a minute before continuing. "Lets try this again."
The vamp reached for his throat again. Xander shot him in the crotch again. "I meant the whole talking thing. Not the whole shootey-mr-happy thing. I don't really enjoy it."
The vamp muttered something about Xander's mother and a mothra demon. Xander fired four consecutive rounds into the vampire's groin. "Okay, maybe the whole shooting vampires in their private parts thing _is_ fun, but I still need answers. What is Angelus up to?"
The vamp smirked and spit up some blood. "He'll kill all of you, your families, everyone."
Xander pointed the gun at the vamps head and said, "Everyone dies." He pulled the trigger.
*Click*
Xander looked at the gun. "Huh, I went through all twelve rounds. Must be your lucky day."
The vamp smirked. Xander took out his stake and pushed it through the vamps chest. "You fu.."
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Xander walked into the library the next day to see the whole gang assembled. "What?" he sat down at the table, opposite of Oz, "Did you loose my invitation this time G-man? I thought you British types kept tabs on those things."
Giles sighed and closed the book he was reading. "Yes well, I'm sorry that I did not take out a full page ad in the comics section of today's newspaper for you Xander. But we have more important things to discuss."
Buffy looked into a book blankly. "He came to my house and threatened my mom."
The group turned to her. Giles was the first to speak. "What?"
Buffy shook her head. "You said it first. He'd come after my family. He tried to come into the house, but Willow's spell worked. We're gonna start going to everyone's houses and doing it there after school."
Giles nodded. "Did he somehow _hurt_ your mother?"
She sighed. "Not physically no, he just told her some things."
Giles grabbed a nearby book. "What did he say? We'll start researching at once."
Willow pulled his arm aside and whispered. "Not those kind of things."
Giles' mouth made a slight 'O' before sticking anymore of his foot in there.
Oz, in the mean time, wasn't paying attention to the conversation. He had heard everything from Willow. He instead looked out of the corner of his eye at Xander. Something was off about him, he just _smelled_ different.
Xander kept his gaze on the conversation between Giles, Willow, and Buffy, who were discussing the various ways to protect a house versus public places, like the library. He threw in quip remarks and comments every now and get annoyed looks from the trio, but he couldn't help but feel Oz staring into the back of his head. He stood up. "I need a soda, anyone want anything?"
Giles and Buffy shook their heads. Buffy said, "Nah. Hyper slayer on caffeine makes watcher go crazy."
Willow, on the other hand nodded vehemently at Oz and requested a Diet coke. Xander looked over at the redhead to make a comment, but saw her tear up and look away quickly. Xander sighed and followed the musician out.
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Xander looked at Oz as they left the library. "Diet?"
Oz shrugged his shoulders. "Girls are weird."
Xander chuckled. "So said the werewolf musician."
Oz raised an eyebrow. "And you're completely normal?"
Xander deadpanned as he put two quarters into the coke machine. "Well...yeah. You're the werewolf. Buffy's the slayer. Giles is the watcher- man. Willow is the wicked wicca. I'm..."
Oz leaned forward and sniffed him.
Xander took several steps back. "...the _strait_ guy. Emphasis on the _strait_ there."
Oz took another step forward. "I saw you that night."
Xander took another step back. "Oz, you know Larry, right? I bet you two would just hit it off..."
Oz growled. "Stop it. I know that you're human, but something's off. You just don't smell right."
Xander tried to defend himself. "Come on Oz, what are you talking about?"
"I'm beginning to remember things. Things from when I was a werewolf."
Xander tried to confuse him. "You _are_ a werewolf."
Oz remained steadfast. "You shot me."
"Oz, you've been shot by everyone, several times. Willow shot you with the tranq gun last Thursday."
Oz smiled and nodded as his memory became clearer in his mind. "You shot me and your eyes glowed. I remember it."
Xander shook his head as put a couple of quarters into the soda machine and decided to get some Barq's. "Okay, Oz maybe we shouldn't shoot you full of happy-sleepy drugs next time. They're making you loopy...and a little fruity."
Oz raised an eyebrow. "Fruity and loopy?"
Xander chuckled. "Fruity Loops. They're like Fruit Loops except less macho." He grabbed his soda and walked the werewolf back into the library.
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Xander and Oz walked back into the library. Xander was able to effectively avoid talking about his late night patrols. He wasn't trying to 'fight off the night' or try to kill every last vampire. He just knew that he had to thin their numbers a little, maybe get a heads up every now and then. He knew he had to keep it from the rest of the group. They had their own demons to battle with, physical or emotional. He couldn't fight those battles for them. Or maybe he just couldn't _win_ those battles.
After he got to know Oz, he felt a sense of closure about Willow. Although he still felt love for her, he could see Oz being good for her. That was all that mattered. He wasn't able to talk to Willow for the past few days. Every time they were in a room alone or it seemed like he was about to talk to her, she would simply leave. It was good to talk to Oz. At least he knew she was okay. In the musician, Xander felt he might have a good friend. Not another Jesse, but maybe just an Oz. He patted the werewolf on the back and sat down next to some old books, getting ready to research.
Oz grinned and sat down next to Willow who promptly opened her hand. "Coke, now."
Xander chuckled as the musician stood back up with a quick "Yes ma'am."
Pairings: a little angst for right now, something more substantial later.
A/N: This is the sequel to Enter Sandman, Sad But True, and Eye of the Beholder. Actions have consequences. Justice is served.
A/N 2: God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews.
A/N 3: This part diverges more from canon, well S2 canon. But don't worry, Trust in the Harper, the Harper is good.
A/N 4: And it might be a while before I can write any more. Finals are coming up and lets say that I'm not exactly the most intelligent of people. I need to study like a bastard. I hate all my friends that can pass a class without reading the friggin book, the little bastards.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Buffy, Angel, or Metallica.
Timeframe: S2 AU. Maybe I stole a little from S3 "The Wish." But just a little
Dedicated to the ones you can't save, and to the ones you can.
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Xander ran. He heard the screams from the other side of the graveyard and rushed onto the scene. 'Damn,' he thought, 'why does everyone go to a freaking graveyard to make out? It's the Hellmouth. People should have realized this by now.'
He pulled out his silenced USP and an incendiary grenade from underneath his jacket. Giles was right. Angelus was siring an army.
He faced off against four vamps. He saw them drop the girls they had been draining. He was already too late to save the victims that they had drained, but he was sure as hell going to make the vamps pay. A male vampire with spiked black hair walked forward. And dropped the girl he had been draining "What do you think _you're_ gonna do boy?"
Xander smiled and pulled out a stake.
The vamp turned and grinned to the other vamps. "What do you think youre gonna do with that?" He turned back and smiled at Xander. "Maybe we should just go out and see the slayer. Word spreads about a slayer that knows how to _work_ a stake."
Xander grinned as he pulled out his USP. "You are _so_ dead asshole."
The leader charged Xander in full game face. He shouted to the others. "Take them back!" The three other male vamps tried to take back the victims that they had turned. He threw the incendiary grenade at the fleeing vamps, making sure there wouldn't be any new members to the undead army. He turned and fired three shots at the lead vamps chest, but with little effect. He drew stake in his other hand and his breath chilled as he charged.
The vampire landed a roundhouse kick to his face, sending him sprawling into a tombstone. "And I thought Angelus was taking his time making his new mindless slaves. Who knew suckface lowered his standards."
The vampire grinned. "He fucked your little slayer. I call _that_ lowering his standards."
Xander took out his gun and shot the vamps kneecaps out. The vamp screamed in pain as it fell to the ground.
Xander wiped the blood off of his nose. "Shut up." He walked over and plunged the stake into its heart.
Xander spit out some blood and knelt next to the lead vamp, which had just started to heal. He took out a small cross on a chain and dangled it over its head. "Okay buddy, start talking. What is Angelus planning?"
The vamp growled and tried to grab at Xander's throat. Xander shot him in the crotch.
Xander let the vamp howl in pain for a minute before continuing. "Lets try this again."
The vamp reached for his throat again. Xander shot him in the crotch again. "I meant the whole talking thing. Not the whole shootey-mr-happy thing. I don't really enjoy it."
The vamp muttered something about Xander's mother and a mothra demon. Xander fired four consecutive rounds into the vampire's groin. "Okay, maybe the whole shooting vampires in their private parts thing _is_ fun, but I still need answers. What is Angelus up to?"
The vamp smirked and spit up some blood. "He'll kill all of you, your families, everyone."
Xander pointed the gun at the vamps head and said, "Everyone dies." He pulled the trigger.
*Click*
Xander looked at the gun. "Huh, I went through all twelve rounds. Must be your lucky day."
The vamp smirked. Xander took out his stake and pushed it through the vamps chest. "You fu.."
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Xander walked into the library the next day to see the whole gang assembled. "What?" he sat down at the table, opposite of Oz, "Did you loose my invitation this time G-man? I thought you British types kept tabs on those things."
Giles sighed and closed the book he was reading. "Yes well, I'm sorry that I did not take out a full page ad in the comics section of today's newspaper for you Xander. But we have more important things to discuss."
Buffy looked into a book blankly. "He came to my house and threatened my mom."
The group turned to her. Giles was the first to speak. "What?"
Buffy shook her head. "You said it first. He'd come after my family. He tried to come into the house, but Willow's spell worked. We're gonna start going to everyone's houses and doing it there after school."
Giles nodded. "Did he somehow _hurt_ your mother?"
She sighed. "Not physically no, he just told her some things."
Giles grabbed a nearby book. "What did he say? We'll start researching at once."
Willow pulled his arm aside and whispered. "Not those kind of things."
Giles' mouth made a slight 'O' before sticking anymore of his foot in there.
Oz, in the mean time, wasn't paying attention to the conversation. He had heard everything from Willow. He instead looked out of the corner of his eye at Xander. Something was off about him, he just _smelled_ different.
Xander kept his gaze on the conversation between Giles, Willow, and Buffy, who were discussing the various ways to protect a house versus public places, like the library. He threw in quip remarks and comments every now and get annoyed looks from the trio, but he couldn't help but feel Oz staring into the back of his head. He stood up. "I need a soda, anyone want anything?"
Giles and Buffy shook their heads. Buffy said, "Nah. Hyper slayer on caffeine makes watcher go crazy."
Willow, on the other hand nodded vehemently at Oz and requested a Diet coke. Xander looked over at the redhead to make a comment, but saw her tear up and look away quickly. Xander sighed and followed the musician out.
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Xander looked at Oz as they left the library. "Diet?"
Oz shrugged his shoulders. "Girls are weird."
Xander chuckled. "So said the werewolf musician."
Oz raised an eyebrow. "And you're completely normal?"
Xander deadpanned as he put two quarters into the coke machine. "Well...yeah. You're the werewolf. Buffy's the slayer. Giles is the watcher- man. Willow is the wicked wicca. I'm..."
Oz leaned forward and sniffed him.
Xander took several steps back. "...the _strait_ guy. Emphasis on the _strait_ there."
Oz took another step forward. "I saw you that night."
Xander took another step back. "Oz, you know Larry, right? I bet you two would just hit it off..."
Oz growled. "Stop it. I know that you're human, but something's off. You just don't smell right."
Xander tried to defend himself. "Come on Oz, what are you talking about?"
"I'm beginning to remember things. Things from when I was a werewolf."
Xander tried to confuse him. "You _are_ a werewolf."
Oz remained steadfast. "You shot me."
"Oz, you've been shot by everyone, several times. Willow shot you with the tranq gun last Thursday."
Oz smiled and nodded as his memory became clearer in his mind. "You shot me and your eyes glowed. I remember it."
Xander shook his head as put a couple of quarters into the soda machine and decided to get some Barq's. "Okay, Oz maybe we shouldn't shoot you full of happy-sleepy drugs next time. They're making you loopy...and a little fruity."
Oz raised an eyebrow. "Fruity and loopy?"
Xander chuckled. "Fruity Loops. They're like Fruit Loops except less macho." He grabbed his soda and walked the werewolf back into the library.
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Xander and Oz walked back into the library. Xander was able to effectively avoid talking about his late night patrols. He wasn't trying to 'fight off the night' or try to kill every last vampire. He just knew that he had to thin their numbers a little, maybe get a heads up every now and then. He knew he had to keep it from the rest of the group. They had their own demons to battle with, physical or emotional. He couldn't fight those battles for them. Or maybe he just couldn't _win_ those battles.
After he got to know Oz, he felt a sense of closure about Willow. Although he still felt love for her, he could see Oz being good for her. That was all that mattered. He wasn't able to talk to Willow for the past few days. Every time they were in a room alone or it seemed like he was about to talk to her, she would simply leave. It was good to talk to Oz. At least he knew she was okay. In the musician, Xander felt he might have a good friend. Not another Jesse, but maybe just an Oz. He patted the werewolf on the back and sat down next to some old books, getting ready to research.
Oz grinned and sat down next to Willow who promptly opened her hand. "Coke, now."
Xander chuckled as the musician stood back up with a quick "Yes ma'am."