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.
The factory was abandoned, had been since Spike moved out.
But apparently one lone Warlock didn't get the memo. It wasn't hard from Xander to chase him down there. After all, the guy was flying around like a gimpy bird.
Xander would freak out about the fact that said Warlock 'could' fly some other time. He hadn't really gotten the full info from his old man, but if he could throw lightening and his dad could create illusions, why could the evil guy pull a superman?
Calmly, or what he hoped was calm, the lone Wizard walked into the factory and quickly scanned the area for his enemy.
He'd been expecting the Warlock to be hiding, or waiting in the wings to attack. What he hadn't been expecting was the demon to be waiting in the middle of the empty factory, seemingly waiting for him.
"My name is Morak." He said, like that would mean something to the lone Scooby.
"That's swell for you, I'm Xander. Going to be kicking your ass in about five seconds." But something about this was ringing very wrong in his mind.
And it wasn't until the dozen vampires walked out from their hidden places all over the lot, for Xander to really know how very much this was going to suck.
The fight was one sided, of course. And if it were anyone else wielding the force of the very sky, it would have been Xander who was winning.
But you'd be wrong.
He was new to the craft, and his powers were by no means mastered. They reacted to his emotions, his fear or anger. The stronger the emotion, the stronger the force.
He was able to take down half the vampires before he was seriously hurt.
"Mother fuckers!" The dark haired young man shouted, one of Morak's powers apparently was the ability to throw acid. Which covered the young mans left arm and shoulder.
And down he went, the growling and snarling vampires rushed him at his weakest moment.
But timing was always Buffy's strong point. And the petite blond came in wielding a stake and a bad mood. Moments later the remaining vampires were either dust are running for their un-lives.
It was all Xander needed to get back up and begin his battle in earnest one more time. And though Buffy had been warned off from entering the battle by Giles, she was going to ignore it.
Because her friend was losing. It was so obvious that she was surprised her friend had lived this long. Despite his new power, Morak was better, stronger.
He'd been fighting for longer.
Slamming into him with her shoulder, the demon reacted on reflex not skill. He grabbed her by the back of her head and tossed her easily almost twenty feet.
As a Warlock, he was only as powerful as those he'd killed. As the powers he would have had to stolen. And a depressed Brute demon had been just one of his victims.
Now he had the strength of one hundred men. Far more then even a powerful slayer like Buffy.
It was only luck that the hit hadn't taken her head clear off her shoulders. But she wasn't seriously hurt, and with her own powers she'd heal fully in a day or two.
Staggering off the beating he'd been given, ignoring the burning pain on his left side were the acid was even now eating away at his flesh, Xander growled as stood.
"Bastard, where's a train to drop on you when I need one."
And that's how the battle was won. Because with a swirl of bright flashing light, not unlike his father's teleportation, a train car appeared out of thin air and smashed into the lone demon.
"That's just not fair." Morak sputtered before becoming a stain.
Giles and Willow found the pair both unconscious and badly hurt, they didn't give the train car a second thought. It was just one of those weird Hellmouth things.
