Author:
MagnusXXN
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, it's
Joss Whendon's baby as is Angel. I don't own Charmed or the concept
of witches or demons, I'm pretty sure that belongs to the church. I
just own this story but I don't have any money so sue someone else.
"Damn it Xander!" Buffy's voice was grated, and very upset. Giles didn't need to hear anymore, he got the gist of with the name 'Xander'. Of course she'd found the boy, and for whatever reason she was mad at him, again.
"What the bloody devil is all this screaming outside my house?" He put in his two cents.
And there they all were, the core Scoobies glaring at one another. Buffy was shooting daggers at Xander, Xander was looking towards Willow for help, And Willow was busy arguing with Buffy.
Not overly shocked by this scene, which was becoming an all to familiar display. All the teenage angst and bitching about hair and grades, he was half tempted to lock them all in the boiler room until they either killed one another or just fucked it out.
Come to think of it, both outcomes actually made his skin crawl. With a shrug, he wonder allowed about the latest fight. Maybe something to do with Faith?
"No, for once she has nothing to do with this." The blond haired slayer said, pointing an accusing finger in young Mr. Harris's direction. "He's been doing magic."
Bloody lovely, that's all we needed. For the town to fall in love with him 'again'. Or maybe he'd do something else, possibly turn everyone into rodents.
"I was not using magic." The angry dark haired young man fired back. Then thought it over, "Well, not a whole lot anyway."
"Oh? And here I thought I saw you zap two vampires into dust." She then turned away from Xander, and stared Giles right in the eyes, "He threw lightening, Giles."
Well that certainly put a new spin on things. If what Buffy was saying was true, and he had no doubt that it was. Then Xander didn't come across Faith downed in a graveyard, he put her down.
She was worried, and angry, and it didn't take a genius to see how scared she was. Her world was changing to fast, enemies were lovers, friends were enemies, and friends were mixing around with dangerous magics.
Giles had heard enough, turning around so that they could all make their way into his home, he grabbed the book of was reading from. It informed him a great deal when it came to arcane abilities.
"This wasn't any simple spell, was it Xander? It would take a well informed witch many minutes and maybe even days of preparation. And though I have noticed that your Latin is top grade, you aren't a practicing witch."
He waited for a second, and seeing the young man's nod Giles continued.
"There are a handful of beings, magical beings, that can do what you've done. Natural born witches, which since neither of your parents have shown any magic knowledge I'd say no."
"Their are sorcerers, a handful of them all over the world." But at the slight shack of the boys head, he went on.
"Demons, tracker demons are well known for their electricity generation. But you're not a demon." He quickly spoke, not wanting either Buffy or Willow to get the wrong idea.
But he was running out of choices.
"Elders, the so called leaders of white lighters have this ability. But if I read correctly, their angels and dead. So scratch that as well."
"Then there are wizards and warlocks. They both can steal or be born with these powers, but like witches, warlocks can't hide who they are. So wizards..." And from the dawning knowledge in Xander's eyes, he knew he'd hit the nail on the head.
Buffy was hanging on every word, only showing any sign of worry when the words 'demon' came out of Giles's mouth. But now that it was plan that that wasn't what he was, then why did Giles look so worried?
"Giles, what's the prob? Other then 'someone's' been keeping secrets from the rest of us." She shot a look at Xander.
"If I know my history, "The watcher began, "the race of wizards were supposed to have been wiped out almost five hundred years ago."
"Xander?" Buffy asked, if Giles was stumped then it was better to hear it from the horses mouth, "Why aren't you all wiped out centuries ago?"
"Now that, is a long story. And I only heard about it since yesterday."
