Author: MagnusXXN

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, its Joss Wheldon's baby as is Angel. I don't own the X-men, or the concept of mutants, that's Marvel's baby. I just own this story but I don't have any money so sue someone else. I've changed some of the back-story of Buffy, but I'll explain it along the way.

With a startled cry Xander woke a few hours later. Within seconds he was on his feet scanning his surroundings. Something he knew from Eric's memories.

All living things generate bioelectrical energy, so anyone in his room would be unable to hide from his scanning. It only took him seconds to realize that no one was in the room, but him.

'So what woke me up,' he pondered. Then moments later he felt it again, a telepathic scan. With all his strength he threw up his mental shields to hide his presence.

But it was too late. If that scan was what woke him up in the first place, then it had already picked him up.

This did nothing but enrage the young man. With the wave of his hand, his suitcase opened and his helmet flew across the room into his hands, and then on his head.

Eric had the helmet created for the very purpose of blocking out telepaths. Due to his own extremely high electrical energy only the most powerful of telepaths could read his mind.

Charles Xavier was to his knowledge the only one strong enough to do just that. But a Psi scan of the area would make the telepath able to pinpoint his location, even if they couldn't read his mind.

With the helmet he was shielded completely. So if this wayward telepath was going to attack, Xander would make him rue the day he crossed Mag..., no.

The dark haired mutant stopped himself from finishing that thought.

He knew he wasn't Eric, that even if he had most of the elder mutant's memories, Xander still wasn't him. He was Xander Harris. He was not Magneto.

But he did need a code name. Otherwise it would be too easy for his enemies to track down his family members or friends. But he'd think of that later, right now he had to deal with a snooping telepath.

Of course it couldn't be Charles; he was still in his mansion in New York. And even with his Cerebro, he wouldn't be able to scan this far.

So the telepath had to be close by.

Without further thought Xander put on his armor and left his penthouse suite through the nearby window and took to the skies.

Once he was above the city the powerful young man used one of Eric's more subtle abilities. Living beings created bioelectrical energy, and over the years through much practice Eric learned to sense the auras as it were, of those around him.

This ability wasn't simple. Eric had practiced with his more impressive powers to the point that he had full control of them, and through him Xander.

But he'd ignored for the most part some of his own lesser abilities. Sensing bioelectrical energy being one of them. He had, of course learned enough to use this ability; just not to it's fullest.

So it was really a guessing game to sense those around him. But the one thing this power was good for was outing other mutants.

Cerebro did this through Charles' telepathy, and Xander could do this much the same way. Mutant's bioelectrical energy differs greatly from mundane humans.

So if there were any mutants in a three-block radius, he would be able to find them.

For anyone who was looking up in the night sky, he would have looked a fright. All black and grays, floating almost a mile above the city like some waiting, vengeful god.

Ten minutes of searching and he found no mutant in the area. That didn't mean that he was wrong about being scanned, he knew that was what happened.

It only meant that the telepath was out of his range. A roar of thunder in the distance clued him in that a storm was coming in quickly. With a curse he turned away from the city and was about to sink back down, and go back to bed.

That is until a haze appeared a few feet away from him. Like a specter it took the ghostly shape of a person, and slowly that of a young woman.

"Greetings."

Seconds later the first misty form had taken on a much more solid shape. Of course Xander could see through it because this vision had no density, like a hologram.

"And who might you be?" He inquired never taking his eyes away from the ghostly woman in front of him. In the distance the storm moved closer, lightning lit up the sky.

"Excuse me, I am Emma Frost." The specter nodded towards him politely, her eyes as well never leaving his form. "We'd thought Lord Magneto had decided to join us in London, but you're not Magneto now are you?"

He could tell through her voice she was well educated, pronouncing her words to their fullest. Her English accent was faint, much like Giles'.

"No, I am not Magneto." He wasn't willing to give anymore information then that.

This wasn't a ghost in front of him, oh no. This was an astral projection, an image of herself sent through her mind to him. This Emma Frost was nowhere near.

She nodded once again, now knowing that the man in front of her wasn't willing to make idle chitchat. "Come to London tomorrow. The Council would much like to meet you."

At once Emma knew she'd said something wrong, as the man's face before her hardened and his eyes almost seemed to glow with unreleased destructive power. "I do not bow down to the wishes of the Watcher's Council."

His tone was flat broaching no argument. Xander was a bit surprised when she laughed, "Oh, I'm sorry. We're not Watchers. And I can see why you wouldn't want to be dictated to by those... flatscans."

He knew the insult; Eric was the one who'd come up with it. A term for humans' lesser mental capabilities.

"Then who are you?" A mutant council perhaps? He dove deep into Eric's memories but couldn't find any such thing. If not that, then who was this Council?

"The Council of the Chosen, or as we're mostly known as, The Hellfire Club."