-'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: Its gonna be a while before I can get more out. It's the weekend, I figure why the hell not. But its gonna be a while (probably after Thanksgiving) before you get more.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Buffy, Angel, or Metallica, or 28 Days Later. This is not a crossover with it, I'm just paying a little tribute.
Timeframe: S2 AU. Maybe I stole a little from S3 "The Wish."
Dedicated to the ones you can't save, and to the ones you can.
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Xander dropped a red-eyed Willow off at her Trig class. She turned to him and asked, "Aren't you going to be tardy?"
The brown haired boy just smirked and shook his head. "Me, I'm never tardy, just fashionably late."
The redhead gave him a small, but sincere smile. "I missed you."
Xander smiled. "I missed you too."
With that, the girl walked into class, leaving a very solemn, but content Xander Harris alone in the hall.
He started to walk to the library, where he thought that he could safely annoy Giles for the remainder of the afternoon. Earlier that week, he had successfully hid Giles' book stamps and check out registry for about four hours. When the watcher found them, he accused Xander of trying to get him fired if a student or Snyder came in. He just responded that no one else outside of the slaying ever came in the library unless it was trying to kill someone. That did little to settle Giles' anger as he cleaned his glasses furiously for the rest of the day.
Xander chuckled as he turned a corner. A few steps later he started to feel a slight cool breeze on the back of his neck, as if someone was blowing on it. He turned to see no one else in the hall. The cold sensation started to become stronger. He felt the cold wash over him. But it was different. It felt all encompassing, like it was holding on for dear life. He started to feel like he was trapped in ice. The cold was fighting a different, more sinister coolness. He felt it creep up his arms and legs. It scorched his skin and entered his body through his pores. He tried to scream but only saw his warm breath escape from his lips. He fell to his knees and succumbed to unconsciousness.
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28 days later...
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
"UGGGHH."
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
Xander's eyes sprang open and he jerked himself forward on the bed. "AHHH!"
*BEEP*
Xander looked around the room. He was in a hospital.
*BEEP*
He looked down at his arm to see an IV needle stuck in it. He looked up at the bag, labeled: 'A. Harris. B+. 3/12/98'
"Crap." He had lost almost a month. He looked around the room. If he had just woken up, there should be someone waiting for him. If not Giles, or Buffy or Willow, then a nurse or something should be there by now. He sighed and pulled the needle out of his arm.
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"HELLO!!!"
Xander Harris walked along the hospital corridor, looking for anyone. It was dark out. He didn't want to let his guard down, although he was in a hospital. He found a cross and a bottle of holy water in the hospital's chapel to protect himself. He was also able to break off some of the wood from the pews to make a stake. He stood in the middle of the corridor with the stake in his left and the cross in the right.
"HELLO? IS ANYONE OUT THERE?"
He saw a map on the side of the wall. He thought that he should've had the entire layout memorized by now. He took a quick look and decided to see if anyone was in the lobby. A light was on in the main lobby, he thought he heard voices and sprinted to the receptionist desk.
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The lobby was empty. The television in the corner of the room flickered on and off. The room was in general disarray. He walked slowly and deliberately around the room. He spoke in his regular voice, although slightly wary. "Hello? Anyone out there?"
He sighed and picked up a phone. There was no beeping or anything like a dial tone. He dropped the phone and sighed again before walking out the door. Once outside, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up again and turned to his left. On the side of the hospital wall, a message was painted in red.
"The End is Extremely Fucking Nigh."
Xander's face dropped as he jumped into a dead run towards the library.
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He slowed to a jog as he went past a church. The cross on top of the steeple had been knocked down and the side of the building had been blown out. The entire street looked like a battlefield. He slowly continued on his way. There were no cold shivers running down his spine, or any ominous feelings as he walked by. He could only feel the dry wind pass by him. He wondered what had happened. Had everyone left? It looked like World War Three had taken place, but there was no blood. No bodies, no evil demons coming out to kill him. There was nothing except hallowed out buildings and an oddly warm breeze.
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Normally, Xander might have felt a little silly walking into Sunnydale High while only wearing a hospital gown. But there were more important things to worry about.
He pushed the doors open and looked in only to turn away and throw up. There were bodies everywhere. Students, teachers, parents, they were all just piled up on top of each other. He thought he saw a familiar head of purple hair. "Oh God, Giles."
He rushed over to the body and turned it over. Xander turned away for a second before looking back on the man he had thought of as his adopted father. His throat had been slashed. There were evident signed of torture and mutilation all over his body. One of his ears was cut off, while the other looked like it had been burnt with a hot set of pliers. His arms and hands were torn and bloody, and one of his eyes had been gouged out.
He fought back the tears as he crossed the watcher's arms over his chest and went off to bury him.
It took about half an hour to properly bury Giles. It took another hour to move all of the bodies out of the library. He would have buried them as well, but he needed to see what the Scoobies were doing before he decided to do anything else.
Xander found Giles' own watcher diaries in a locked drawer in his office. After 'opening' the drawer, he started to leaf through the pages. Hopefully he could find something.
He read an excerpt from the last day he remembered.
"Diary of Rupert Giles, Watcher of Slayer Buffy Summers. February 24, 1998.
...Xander was found in the hallway shortly after the lunch period. He showed no signs of physical violence or any kind of vampire attack. The slayer, Buffy, has taken the news of his comatose state poorly. She blames herself for not being able to protect him..."
He shuffled the pages a few days forward.
"Diary of Rupert Giles, Watcher of Slayer Buffy Summers. March 2, 1998.
...After Jenny Calendar was killed and left in my bed, I took it upon myself to attack the master vampire Angelus. I also believe him to be responsible for the current state of Alexander Harris, mentioned previously as a friend to the slayer. When I attacked Angelus in the factory where he had set up his lair, the slayer and the rest of our forces came to rescue me. While they were able to destroy and eliminate most of the vampire army that were present, the slayer was unable to fight Angelus himself. I believe that Buffy, if given the choice may or may not be able to kill Angelus. I must admit that it is my fault for letting her have such a relationship with a vampire..."
The last entry read:
"Diary of Rupert Giles, Watcher of Slayer Buffy Summers. March 12, 1998.
...It is my regret to inform the counsel that the slayer is dead and more frighteningly, possibly turned. She was killed while her stay in the hospital. Angelus came by while Willow Rosenburg and Daniel Osborne, the slayers best friend and her boyfriend, was standing guard for her. The vampire snapped the young woman's neck, decapitated the young man, and then drained the slayer. He then returned with her to his mansion where I believe his turning her. She would have the strength and power of a slayer multiplied by that of a vampire. I fear for when they find the key to unlocking Altacha for as it stands, there is nothing to stop them, but I must try."
Xander closed the book and sighed. Obviously they got to Giles before he could start his counter attack. He looked out the window towards a bit of disturbed ground with a simple wooden cross. He sighed and flipped back through the rest of the entries to see if there was anything useful.
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Outside a young woman ran for all she was worth. The sun would be setting in an hour or two, and there were only a few places she could hide. She ran towards the school parking lot, seeing a few of the cars still there. In the past few weeks, she had learned how to hotwire cars and take care of...other things when need be. She saw a light on in the high school library and tensed before giving up and running towards the doors.
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: Its gonna be a while before I can get more out. It's the weekend, I figure why the hell not. But its gonna be a while (probably after Thanksgiving) before you get more.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Buffy, Angel, or Metallica, or 28 Days Later. This is not a crossover with it, I'm just paying a little tribute.
Timeframe: S2 AU. Maybe I stole a little from S3 "The Wish."
Dedicated to the ones you can't save, and to the ones you can.
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Xander dropped a red-eyed Willow off at her Trig class. She turned to him and asked, "Aren't you going to be tardy?"
The brown haired boy just smirked and shook his head. "Me, I'm never tardy, just fashionably late."
The redhead gave him a small, but sincere smile. "I missed you."
Xander smiled. "I missed you too."
With that, the girl walked into class, leaving a very solemn, but content Xander Harris alone in the hall.
He started to walk to the library, where he thought that he could safely annoy Giles for the remainder of the afternoon. Earlier that week, he had successfully hid Giles' book stamps and check out registry for about four hours. When the watcher found them, he accused Xander of trying to get him fired if a student or Snyder came in. He just responded that no one else outside of the slaying ever came in the library unless it was trying to kill someone. That did little to settle Giles' anger as he cleaned his glasses furiously for the rest of the day.
Xander chuckled as he turned a corner. A few steps later he started to feel a slight cool breeze on the back of his neck, as if someone was blowing on it. He turned to see no one else in the hall. The cold sensation started to become stronger. He felt the cold wash over him. But it was different. It felt all encompassing, like it was holding on for dear life. He started to feel like he was trapped in ice. The cold was fighting a different, more sinister coolness. He felt it creep up his arms and legs. It scorched his skin and entered his body through his pores. He tried to scream but only saw his warm breath escape from his lips. He fell to his knees and succumbed to unconsciousness.
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28 days later...
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
"UGGGHH."
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
Xander's eyes sprang open and he jerked himself forward on the bed. "AHHH!"
*BEEP*
Xander looked around the room. He was in a hospital.
*BEEP*
He looked down at his arm to see an IV needle stuck in it. He looked up at the bag, labeled: 'A. Harris. B+. 3/12/98'
"Crap." He had lost almost a month. He looked around the room. If he had just woken up, there should be someone waiting for him. If not Giles, or Buffy or Willow, then a nurse or something should be there by now. He sighed and pulled the needle out of his arm.
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"HELLO!!!"
Xander Harris walked along the hospital corridor, looking for anyone. It was dark out. He didn't want to let his guard down, although he was in a hospital. He found a cross and a bottle of holy water in the hospital's chapel to protect himself. He was also able to break off some of the wood from the pews to make a stake. He stood in the middle of the corridor with the stake in his left and the cross in the right.
"HELLO? IS ANYONE OUT THERE?"
He saw a map on the side of the wall. He thought that he should've had the entire layout memorized by now. He took a quick look and decided to see if anyone was in the lobby. A light was on in the main lobby, he thought he heard voices and sprinted to the receptionist desk.
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The lobby was empty. The television in the corner of the room flickered on and off. The room was in general disarray. He walked slowly and deliberately around the room. He spoke in his regular voice, although slightly wary. "Hello? Anyone out there?"
He sighed and picked up a phone. There was no beeping or anything like a dial tone. He dropped the phone and sighed again before walking out the door. Once outside, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up again and turned to his left. On the side of the hospital wall, a message was painted in red.
"The End is Extremely Fucking Nigh."
Xander's face dropped as he jumped into a dead run towards the library.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////
He slowed to a jog as he went past a church. The cross on top of the steeple had been knocked down and the side of the building had been blown out. The entire street looked like a battlefield. He slowly continued on his way. There were no cold shivers running down his spine, or any ominous feelings as he walked by. He could only feel the dry wind pass by him. He wondered what had happened. Had everyone left? It looked like World War Three had taken place, but there was no blood. No bodies, no evil demons coming out to kill him. There was nothing except hallowed out buildings and an oddly warm breeze.
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Normally, Xander might have felt a little silly walking into Sunnydale High while only wearing a hospital gown. But there were more important things to worry about.
He pushed the doors open and looked in only to turn away and throw up. There were bodies everywhere. Students, teachers, parents, they were all just piled up on top of each other. He thought he saw a familiar head of purple hair. "Oh God, Giles."
He rushed over to the body and turned it over. Xander turned away for a second before looking back on the man he had thought of as his adopted father. His throat had been slashed. There were evident signed of torture and mutilation all over his body. One of his ears was cut off, while the other looked like it had been burnt with a hot set of pliers. His arms and hands were torn and bloody, and one of his eyes had been gouged out.
He fought back the tears as he crossed the watcher's arms over his chest and went off to bury him.
It took about half an hour to properly bury Giles. It took another hour to move all of the bodies out of the library. He would have buried them as well, but he needed to see what the Scoobies were doing before he decided to do anything else.
Xander found Giles' own watcher diaries in a locked drawer in his office. After 'opening' the drawer, he started to leaf through the pages. Hopefully he could find something.
He read an excerpt from the last day he remembered.
"Diary of Rupert Giles, Watcher of Slayer Buffy Summers. February 24, 1998.
...Xander was found in the hallway shortly after the lunch period. He showed no signs of physical violence or any kind of vampire attack. The slayer, Buffy, has taken the news of his comatose state poorly. She blames herself for not being able to protect him..."
He shuffled the pages a few days forward.
"Diary of Rupert Giles, Watcher of Slayer Buffy Summers. March 2, 1998.
...After Jenny Calendar was killed and left in my bed, I took it upon myself to attack the master vampire Angelus. I also believe him to be responsible for the current state of Alexander Harris, mentioned previously as a friend to the slayer. When I attacked Angelus in the factory where he had set up his lair, the slayer and the rest of our forces came to rescue me. While they were able to destroy and eliminate most of the vampire army that were present, the slayer was unable to fight Angelus himself. I believe that Buffy, if given the choice may or may not be able to kill Angelus. I must admit that it is my fault for letting her have such a relationship with a vampire..."
The last entry read:
"Diary of Rupert Giles, Watcher of Slayer Buffy Summers. March 12, 1998.
...It is my regret to inform the counsel that the slayer is dead and more frighteningly, possibly turned. She was killed while her stay in the hospital. Angelus came by while Willow Rosenburg and Daniel Osborne, the slayers best friend and her boyfriend, was standing guard for her. The vampire snapped the young woman's neck, decapitated the young man, and then drained the slayer. He then returned with her to his mansion where I believe his turning her. She would have the strength and power of a slayer multiplied by that of a vampire. I fear for when they find the key to unlocking Altacha for as it stands, there is nothing to stop them, but I must try."
Xander closed the book and sighed. Obviously they got to Giles before he could start his counter attack. He looked out the window towards a bit of disturbed ground with a simple wooden cross. He sighed and flipped back through the rest of the entries to see if there was anything useful.
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Outside a young woman ran for all she was worth. The sun would be setting in an hour or two, and there were only a few places she could hide. She ran towards the school parking lot, seeing a few of the cars still there. In the past few weeks, she had learned how to hotwire cars and take care of...other things when need be. She saw a light on in the high school library and tensed before giving up and running towards the doors.