Chapter 2

History of the Hunter

On the whole plane ride to Jamaica, all Xander could think about was Cordy. ' What the hell was she doing at the airport? Ha, knowing her she was probably going to yell at me.' Xander thought to himself.

Snapping his mind back to the present he scooped up his luggage from claims and looked around for his name. After a minute of looking around he saw a tall beautiful black woman, wearing a skin tight beige dress with a matching scarf, holding up a poster board with his name on it.

The woman had caramel colored skin, big double d-cup breasts, and the most pouty lips Xander had ever seen. He stood there so long mesmerized by her beauty that he didn't notice the woman approach him.

" 'scuse me sir..." the woman said in a thick Jamaican accent. Her voice sounded so sexy that it almost had Xander drooling. "but are ya Alexander Harris?" she asked.

"Ye...yeah." Xander replied after a second of eye molesting the woman in front of him.

"I'm Xander Harris at your service mylady." Xander joked as he did a little bow. The woman giggled as she extended her hand.

"My name is Sheila Monroe." she said with a wide smile. "Now it's best if we be on our way." she said as she turned and walked off. Xander couldn't help himself as he looked at Sheila's ample behind.

"God, I'm going to love Jamaica." he muttered to himself as he took his luggage and followed her.


"This place is beautiful." Xander said aloud as he watched the scenery go by. Unlike Sunnydale this place had beaches, beautiful flowers, exotic animals, and most importantly beautiful women.

"I like to tink so." she replied as she neared a huge mansion. "Ah, were finally here." she announced.

"You live in this place?" Xander asked wide eyed and jaw dropped. Instead of the exotic look he imagined her home to be it was a very victorian looking house with three stories. On the side of the house she had a small pond and he could see that in the back yard that she had a large swimming pool.

"It's nuthin' much, but I call it home." she said as she parked her car in her garage.

"Whoa, you have a nice living room." Xander commented as she opened the front door. The room had dark leather furniture and expensive looking art work hanging on the walls.

"Tank you, but this isn't the living room, it's me entrance hall." she replied with a wiry grin. "The Living room is tis way." she said as she started to walk off. Xander lifted his bag to follow but was stopped by a portrait.

It was a portrait of a black man with dread locks and tattered clothes. But what was most disturbing was that he had large bloody claw marks ripped into his face. And there was a murderous glare in his eyes.

By the looks of the background of the picture behind the man there seemed to be a war going on, on a ship. As Xander looked closer he could make out the shapes of tall black demons fighting people.

"Ah, I see dis portrait caught yer eye?" Shiela asked from behind Xander, startling him.

"Y..yeah." Xander stuttered. "What's going on in that picture? It looks like de..." he stopped himself before he could finish his statement. 'Damn I have to remember I'm not in Sunnydale anymore. She'll think I'm crazy if I go around talking about Demons.' Xander thought to himself.

"Yes dey are demons." Sheila told him. "But we'll talk about dat later. Let me show you to your room and den we can sit in de living room and talk about de portrait." At Xander's nod she showed him to his room and gave him a tour of her house. His earlier suspiscion was confirmed as well she did have a huge swimming pool in her backyard.

"How can you afford this place?" Xander asked as they walked back to the entrance hall of her home.

"I'll tell you about dat later." she replied as she took a seat on her comfy looking couch in her living room. "Right now I'll tell you about de portrait."

"Ok." Xander replied as he sat in an arm chair beside her.

"Xander, why are you sittin' all dey way ova dare? Come sit by me." she said as she patted an empty spot next to her. Eagerly Xander stood and plopped down next to her. To his surprise she scooted closer to him and snuggled up against his shoulder.

"Now let me begin de story."

1658

Somewhere on the Atlantic

A large ship was crossing an ocean whose waters were dark and still. Inside the hold, hundreds of frightened, half-naked Africans sat chained like wild beasts, cursing the fate that had plucked them from their villages and sent them to an unknown future.

But above deck was a different story. Akin Bembola sank down on his knees as the pain from his whipping was becoming to much. The blood from the gashes on his back began to pool on the floor as he lowered his head in supplication.

"Now boy...." the slave master barked. "just what the hell were you planning?" he asked as the interpreter started talking to Akin, so he could understand what the master was saying. Earlier that day the interpreter had walked down to where the slaves were and overheard Akin telling the rest of them that they would get outside help to get them to freedom.

Akin looked up at the Slave Master with hate in his eyes as he told him, the same thing he was telling him from the beginning of his beating.

"I said nothing. That man is lying." he said as he chanced a glance at the interpreter. He was a short balding man who had an air of arrogance about him.

Little did they know but a day before Akin and the other's were captured, Akin met up with a demon. He was on a hunting trip with some of the others until he stumbled unto a cave. As he explored it he saw a tall black demon with huge horns.

He tried to run but found that he was frozen in place. To his surprise the demon walked up to him and told him that some men were going to come and take him away from his homeland.

Akin didn't trust the demon at first, until he thought about all of the other people who have dissappeared in the last month.

Akin then began to plead with the demon for help. He told him he would do anything for it to not happen that way. The demon then laughed at him and told him that it must happen anyway. But there was a way he could help. Not telling him what it was, the demon waved his hand in front of him and he blinked out of existance for a second and he found himself outside of the cave.

"He said the same thing as before sir." the interpreter said snapping Akin back to the present. The Slave Master raised his whip to strike Akin again for lying, until a blood curdling roar stopped him.

Turning he saw a large black demon climbing onto the ship. One of his men tried to rush the demon, but it raised a taloned hand and snapped his neck like a twig. Another one of his men raised a rifle to shoot the demon but the bullets had no effect.

Screams of pain and anguish filled the ship as the demon roamed the boat killing off the crew men. The Slave Master also tried to join the fight. He raised his whip and struck the demon, but to his surprise the demon turned and smiled at him.

With one punch from the demon the Slave Master's head was knocked off. As it rolled on the ground it stopped at the feet of Akin who was smiling up at the demon.

"You came." he said simply as he fell weakly into the demons arms.

"Yesss." the demon hissed after a moment. Akin then looked over his shoulder and saw ghostly looking demons coming onto the boat.

"What is happening?" Akin asked as he stepped away from the demon. To his surprise the demon was smiling. Not the smile of a friend but of pure evil.

"This....." the demon roared as he slashed Akin across the face. The force of the blow knocked Akin off the the side of the ship and he plunged into the dark waters. As he fell he heard the cries of agony from his people and then nothing.

"So then what happened?" Xander asked excitedly. 'Man, why can't Giles tell interesting stories like this?' Xander thought to himself.

"I tink I should tell you de rest of de story later. It's starting to get late." Sheila said as she stood up. "Help yourself to anythin' in de kitchen if you get hungry. I also have Twinkies in de cupboard if you want somethin' sweet." Xander eye's went wide at this.

"You have Twinkies?" Xander asked. At her nod he continued. "Oh God, I think I love you." he proclaimed as he got down on his knees and hugged her around the waist. She giggled as he got back on his feet.

"I neva' knew anybody who liked Twinkies this much." she said with a grin.

"They are america's greatest exports." Xander said with a grin of his own. Which got her to giggle a little more.

"Now if you have questions about anythin' I'll answer dem tomorrow. Goodnight Xander." she said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked out of the room.

"Now I know I'm really going to love this place." Xander said aloud as he walked to the kitchen.

TBC...