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.
Xander was not surprised when the limo pulled in front of a large estate. One, which it seemed, was spread out over countless acres. He would have been in awe only a few months back, but now he could barely contain his boredom.
Something that Emma picked up quickly, and since he was still wearing his helmet she hadn't used any telepathy.
She just read his expression; something he would now have to work harder on hiding. "Yes, it can be anti-climatic. But it suits our needs well enough," She told him curtly, but with a smirk on her pink lips.
The dark haired teen just sighed, "And what are your needs Ms. Frost?"
From the way her smirk deepened Xander knew he'd walked right into that one. He might have the memories of a 70 year-old man, but he still had the hormones of a 17 year-old boy.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll become fast accustomed to my needs." Emma was flirting with him. But not out of real interest, more of a civilized way to point out that he was after all just a man.
And she was a beautiful woman. Ms. Frost wasn't the kind of woman to let simple facts like that get forgotten too soon. After all, men were at times... the weaker sex. And it had nothing to do with mutant powers either.
"Shall we get this over with? I don't want to take up anymore of your time. I'm sure you have many others waiting for your services, I mean to suit your needs." Take that, he thought victoriously.
Instead of seeming insulted, Ms. Frost let out a startled laugh. But quickly covered it up not wanting her cool exterior to crack so easily.
"Oh, if nothing else at least I'll have someone intelligent to spar with." At that moment he figured out who she reminded him of. Cordelia, she was a British version of Cordy.
Loving nothing more then to trade insults back and forth with someone who could keep up with her dry humor, and acid tongue.
The limo driver opened the door for them, "Right this way please," He told them as politely as he could.
The mansion's insides were just like Xander had pictured them; paintings, statues, and expensive carpets. These people did not mind showing off their wealth.
The lackey limo driver took them as far as the main study before leaving Ms. Frost to take him the rest of the way. Humans, it seemed were not allowed back where this Hellfire Clue would meet.
Something the teen was sure Eric had to do with.
Besides Xander and Ms. Frost, there were three more people in the main study seating around a large round table. One, much like King Arthur's knights most have sat at.
Emma left him standing in front of the table and took a seat in one of the lush leather chairs. The dark haired mutant took this time to look over the sitting mutants.
Using his powers he reached out and touched their bioelectrical energy, almost instantly upon seeing them all. Which showed that they were all indeed mutants.
This power of course wasn't used very much by Eric, but Xander had decided to stretch the lower abilities Magneto never showed very much interest in as much as he could.
His main powers had been honed to perfection, but others had been abandoned for the most part. Powers that he was sure would be of use with the right amount of practice.
Powers through his electromagnetism like, electricity, heat, radiation, and light.
These powers were mostly an afterthought as he used his Magnetism, and Eric never thought to hone these abilities. Even if they could be very powerful if he worked at it.
Emma, as Xander had said was dressed in a white business suit. One that showed off her ripe body so much so that she had to have planned it out like that.
Ms. Frost, ever the temptress. But looking at the others it seemed she hadn't dressed in white by accident, no. It meant something.
Because the young man directly beside Ms. Frost was also wearing all white, a completely white suit. One that looked like it would have belonged in the 18th century more then the 21st.
Shaggy brown hair and a beard and mustache, he also had dark brown eyes and an arrogant glint in those eyes of his. At the moment he was looking at Xander with some interest.
On the opposite side of Emma was a strong looking man with black hair and bored dark eyes. That and a very strong looking jaw and broad shoulders. He was also dressed in black, from his black silk shirt to his black pants. Very interesting.
Beside him was a striking young woman with blue hair and honey toned skin. Which suited her very well; with the blue hair it made her seem exotic.
Her lips were cherry red, and her eyes a dark brown almost black. She too was dressed in black, tight black leather that is.
The man with the strong jaw turned to Emma, "Magneto's enfant? I avais non trovaille Eric avais a enfant." His French accent was as cultured as Emma's British one.
And knew this because Eric knew this. He'd spent some time in France over the years. That's how he knew what the man had asked Ms. Frost. It seemed he wanted to know whether or not she knew Eric had a child.
"Magneto wouldn't know," Xander answered before Emma had the chance.
The black haired man simply glanced in his direction for a second before turning back to Emma, "Not the most polite child, now is he?" He joked.
"Well, he makes up for it in humor," She answered without a smile, but her mirth was plain in her eyes.
"Réellement? I don't find him very amusing." The dark haired man turned a steely glare towards the young teen; who by this time was starting to loose his patience.
"Oh, but I find you quite funny. That euro trash accent must just melt London's prostitutes." Emma and her companion chuckled, and even the blue haired women smiled a bit.
But if possible the dark haired man's eyes became even more hardened, "Where are my manners. Let me introduce myself." He then got up and walked over and took Xander's left hand.
"I'm Sebastian Shaw, The Black King." Then he smiled, or at least it might have been a smile. It seemed like more of a smirk. He then started to wrap his fingers around Xander's hand painfully firm.
Super strength, this had to be Shaw's mutant power. And he was using it to attempt to break the dark haired teen's hand.
It would have worked too if not for the fact that the teen was not without power, with a little concentration electricity flowed from his hand into Shaw's. Who jumped back with a pain filled cry. "Ahhhh!"
At once his blue haired companion was at his side. And the two of them glared daggers at him.
"Enough, Sebastian. Eric would not be too thrilled to find out you were trying to strong arm his...son, now would he? Not that you were doing a very good job." Emma's lips quirked and Shaw turned his glare towards her.
"You knew he controlled electricity and you let me touch him anyway?" He demanded. This just made her smile even more, "Of course not Sebastian. Would I do that to you?" Her oddly dressed companion was freely laughing by this time.
Somehow Xander had gotten into one-upmanship between Emma and Shaw. Not that he minded too much, he'd known Shaw all of five minutes and already disliked him greatly.
Emma then turned to him, "Now down to business. Lets not keep us in suspense any longer; I'm sorry what is your name?"
Seeing no reason not to answer he did so, "Alexander." The mutant teen didn't feel much like telling them his name was Xander. That name was for his old friends and his old life. One he didn't have anymore. Alexander was as good a name as any.
"Alright, Alexander Lehnsherr. Since your father sits on our inner circle we're willing to allow you to join us." She sounded very formal if not extremely arrogant.
Allow him to join? As if that was some great honor that he should be fallen down on his knees and thanking them for. He let the last name slide.
From Xander Harris to Alexander Lehnsherr, it was a good alias. And one he could easily fake with the memories of Eric he still had.
"And why would I want to join?" He asked of them.
Shaw snorted, "Because boy with our resources you could do anything you wanted."
"Again, why would I want to join you?" People didn't just offer power like that freely. They had to want something, and even if they thought he was Eric's son, they wouldn't be so ignorant as to offer him anything.
"Don't play stupid. If you're even half the man your father is then you already have plans for the future. A future in which humans no longer rule," The Black King answered snidely.
Xander was tempted to fry him again, but just that short burst of electricity had tired him out. It was a straining ability, one in which took a lot of power. And he wasn't totally ready to wield just yet.
So he would forgo frying that smirking bastard, for now at least.
"And if I was willing to join? What would be in it for you?" Emma just raised one of her lovely eyebrows and smiled, "Power of course. Each one of us has something to offer. Not just money or connections," She informed him.
"My telepathy helps me gain more money in the stock market; Shaw's control over kinetics makes him almost undefeatable in combat. Harry and Tessa's abilities help as well." She nodded towards her and Shaw's companions.
"As you must know your father's control over Magnetism has been a great addition to our Inner Circle as well. No doubt your powers over... electricity would be helpful as well." It was then he knew that they had no idea he could control metal as well.
He retraced his actions since coming into contact with this Hellfire Circle and not once had he controlled metal in front of any of them. He'd just used electricity.
Which could explain how he could take to the air or scan for mutants, as well as his attack on Shaw.
This would give him a great advantage if he ever needed one against them. But something was bothering him, "Why does Shaw over there call himself the Black King?"
"It's simple really," Emma went on, "Each member of our Inner Circle takes the name of a chess piece to show his rank in things. Shaw's the Black King and I am the White Queen."
That just seemed a little surreal to him but it wasn't too strange. "And my Father?"
It was easier to call Eric that then Xander had first thought. It just seemed to slip right out of his mouth. After all, he knew more about Eric Lehnsherr then he'd ever known about Tony Harris.
"Oh, Lord Magneto is the White King," She explained.
This all seemed awfully strange, this Hellfire Club and the mutant members. But if they wielded the kind of power they said, over money and no doubt companies then they would be a great help to the plans he had in mind.
"Very well." He nodded accepting their offer to join.
Ms. Frost, this White Queen's expression didn't change but he could see the pleasure in her blue eyes at his answer just nodded in return. "Excellent. Let us welcome our new White Bishop."
