Title: Family Matters
Author: DhampyrX2
Genre: X-over
Series: Impure Souls
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe
Summary: Xander has hidden family. Xander discovers them. Xander's life gets turned upside down in a way that will hopefully help everyone evolve a bit.
Timeframe: After Graduation, but before the College crap starts.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.
The ride back to the future sight of the Angel Investigations offices was blissfully quiet for Xander. It was that quiet because Angel was hidden under a blanket in the trunk of his black convertible, but still, Xander had always enjoyed the quiet.
Of course the look of fearful confusion on Deadboy's face meant he would have massive amounts of explaining to do once they arrived, but that was expected. Hell, the second Willow, Giles, or Buffy heard his proper last name he'd be stuck explaining things for a while. It wasn't like Hellsing was a common name or anything.
The White Knight did silently curse himself for mentioning his was a blood relative to the No Life King, though. He was so accustomed to being associated with Gramps and Hellsing now, he totally ignored the backlash that could cause here. Even with his diplomatic Visa, and arranged weapons permits, he could cause an international stink if he operated too publicly.
The fact Xander was scared of his mideon heritage getting back to the Sunnydale gang, and them kicking him out or attacking him for it never came into his consideration. Really. Well, maybe just a bit.
Oh no. This isn't complex. Never mind that Vicky told Cordy everything about herself and that I'll have to deal with that fallout. Now I have to keep Deadboy quiet. Well, okay, keeping him cryptic isn't exactly monumental. I think he'd want to risk a visit from Gramps about as much as he'd want to take up sunbathing. Still, I need to learn to keep my big trap shut. Xander scolded himself mentally.
"Well?" Cordy asked as she stood up from Angel's leather couch when she saw Xander and Angel come through the door.
Xander gave a devilish smirk that made Vicky, who was back at the hotel room sleeping away the results of Cordy's interrogation earlier, feel like grinning like a fool whenever she saw it, as he reported, "We came, we saw, I dusted."
"You dusted him?" Cordelia asked in confusion, as she remembered just how scary Russell Winters had been.
Xander shrugged affably as he ignored the May Queen's incredulosity at his abilities.
Angel filled in the gaps, his voice somewhat shocked as he added, "He shot him. He had a huge pistol and shot him in the head from across the room. It blew his head apart, and he dusted."
Xander shrugged again, acting as if it were no big deal, as he took out Shenzi and Ed for the room to see, which caused Cordelia to let out a startled squawk, and Doyle, who was sipping a small glass of whiskey to whistle in appreciation. "Hellsing Arms 454 Casull special model. Load is an explosive hollow-point made with silver alloy melted down from blessed silver crosses at Lancaster Cathedral. A gift from my cousin Teg and her armorer." he announced proudly.
Angel gulped in fear as Xander described the weapon and its source. He was always secretly grateful his soul curse had kept him out of England since just before the Hellsing Organization formed. Smart revenants avoided London and its mideon population to begin with even before the No Life King was captured. The groups that rose from that capture kept all but the most foolish of vampires away.
"And the fact you introduced yourself as Lord Alexander Hellsing?" the Champion of the Powers that Be asked.
"It sounds cool. I'm still not to sure about this 'lord' stuff, and I'll keep it from Giles at all cost to keep him from getting stuffier than normal near me, but still, it will grab attention and send a message." Xander explained, seeming to miss a very important part of the question.
"I think he meant your last name being 'Hellsing', dingus." Cordy snapped as she ignored the intimidation factor of seeing two huge hand cannons in her ex's possession in favor of more comfortable verbal bearings.
"Oh. Cousin Teg's proper name is Sir Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing. My real dad was her Uncle Richard Hellsing. She kind of convinced me to change my name to what it should have been if he hadn't of skipped out on my mom before I was born. After knowing Tony all there years, can you really blame me, Cor'?" Xander responded.
Cordy nodded her head in concession to that point. She knew that much from grilling Seras last night, she just wanted to make Xander fill in Angel, who now looked paler than normal. "Good point. I mean you finally found relatives who aren't drunks like Tony, or totally ignore you exist like the Belmonts, so I can see you wanting to jump at it."
"Belmont!" Doyle exclaimed in fearful shock.
"You...you were serious, then. You're related to the Belmonts and the Hellsings." Angel muttered, even as his mind furiously repeated the /other/ relative Xander name dropped earlier that day. He moved over and sat heavily in his desk, looking paler than normal for a revenant, and never taking his eyes off Xander and his gins.
Xander holstered his guns then and smirked a smirk only a descendant of Dracula could pull off as he reached behind him and, seemingly like magic, produced a worn leather whip in his right hand when he brought it forward. "Does it look like I'm kidding to you, Deadboy?" he asked innocently as he uncoiled the whip.
By now Doyle, who picked up his bottle and had backed up against the wall let out a terrified "Jesus." at the sight of the whip.
Cordelia, who totally missed the significance of the weapon, even if it was only a replica made by the Poltergeist King (not that either demonic man in the room knew that), snorted as she commented, "What's so about a moldy whip that made you guys back off more than those gigantic guns? You know, besides giving way too much information about Xander's personal life?"
"Tha's the Belmont Whip, Princess. You don't cross a man wavin' that around in this lifetime if you're smart." Doyle explained shakily.
"It's enchanted to kill demons and vampires. Ones so powerful they'd tear everything we saw in Sunnydale, except maybe the mayor, apart without much effort." Angel added fearfully.
"Oh. Wait, why would something like that belong to Xander?" the brunette beauty inquired.
"I'm a Belmont. The only Belmont that still believes in demons, actually, much less hunts them. Turns out it's like this huge family legacy that got ignored in the face of being rich and lazy in the new world. Actually, this is a copy made by some powerful force called the Poltergeist King. The real whip is probably sitting in a trunk somewhere in Texas at my great uncle Simon's estates. It can do most everything the original one can still, but it's not the one that they probably have in mind." Xander explained as he coiled the whip back up and put it away. "It was a gift from an old family ally." he added with a shrug as he sat down on the couch.
"Okay, just wondering." Cordelia replied nonchalantly as she sat on the arm of the couch opposite Xander and took out her nail file to work on her manicure. "Oh, Angel? While you were gone Doyle and I talked over ways to tackle your whole mission for redemption deal, and we thought setting up a detective agency might work. You know so we can actually get paid to be all heroic." she reported to the vampire.
"Huh? Okay." the revenant replied absently still staring at Xander in shock.
"We can discuss my salary as your assistant later." Cordelia added matter-of-factly, before she turned back to face Xander. "So you shot Russell?" she asked.
Xander's face beamed with pride as he answered, "Yep. Teg's been training me since she tracked me down and convinced me to learn the family business at the beginning of summer. I'm technically a unit commander of the Hellsing Organization on leave to attend college right now. And on top of it, I made things easier here for Deadboy by announcing who I was before I did it."
"What?" Angel asked in confusion.
"The law firm the guy who bothered you mentioned is a big player for big bads world wide. Now, they'll mostly ignore you, and focus on me and what I did, so you can move more freely here while I'm back in the Dale." Xander clarified.
"Doesn't that put you and your girl Seras at risk, then?" Doyle, who had calmed down considerably and ungrafted himself from the wall by now, asked in genuine concern.
Xander shrugged as he replied, "Not really. I have accounts through them on my mom's side of the family they'll care more about than anything that two bit jerks dusting cause."
"You have accounts through an evil law firm?" Cordy asked then.
"Yeah. Turns out that's where the 'Lord' Alexander Hellsing stuff comes into play. I'm the descendant of Vlad Tepes Dracula on my mom's side. As in the real Dracula, the son of the Dracul, who later became one of those major player vamps Angel was freaking out over. Who also happened to be captured and magically conscripted by the Hellsing family a little over a century ago, and decided he wanted to take care of his youngest relative and heir to the Wallachian throne several centuries down the line after he met me. He's had accounts and contract with Wolfram and Hart older than this country, and he signed a few off to me as high school graduation gifts. I wasn't exactly about to tell the No Life King no thanks when he offered that." Xander explained.
Of course, I make no mention of my own mideon blood, or that I'm descended from a line that came from him /after/ he was turned. Angel is just freaked enough me might assume I'm from Vlad's first heir that took the throne 'officially' after Gramps was turned, and chose to die a man rather than become nosferatu after he saw what became of Lilith. Xander filled in mentally.
"Wow." was Cordy's response to all that, which pretty much summed up the sentiments of the whole room.
"Good idea to accept his gifts." Angel interjected after a pause.
"I thought so." Xander responded with a shrug. "Although I would appreciate it if you kept this from getting back to the Dale. I mean, I'll have to explain the name change and the reasons behind it to Giles at the very least; but you know how hard line Buffy would be about taking gifts from powerful vampires, much less getting them through an evil law firm. It will be a headache I so don't need."
"I doubt she'd be happy about the guns or military style vampire hunter training either." Angel mused aloud his tone laced with understanding.
"Yeah. So can I consider you silent, and call it a favor for a Hellsing?" Xander asked leadingly. His tone was light, but it was clear in his eyes that there was steel behind the request if Angel got uppity.
"If she asks things directly, I won't lie to her, Xander." he began, just to gauge the boy's reaction. The utter lack of any kind of response until he finished scared Angel almost as much as the earlier revelations had. It proved how much of a handle he had on just how Xander would truly react. "But I came here because she's better off without me. I'm not going to call her to gossip either about it either." he elaborated.
"Good to know." Xander responded evenly.
From there things degenerated to the point that Xander had to repeat most of the story twice more, clarifying his omission about his mideon blood into nearly an outright lie as he worked to give the impression he was descended from the human Vlad, and not the No Life King. Eventually, Cordelia took pity on him, well she really wanted the whole story and not the edited for Angel version, so she asked him to escort her back to her apartment.
"What do you think, boss?" Doyle asked once Xander and Cordy were gone.
"He left some parts out of it. But I know him well enough to know where he stands. This actually cleared up some things about him I always wondered about. When I lost my soul, he was the only one of them to ever scare Angelus. I never understood why, though. Sometimes it was small and easy to ignore, sometimes it made the demon back away, but it was always there. I think if I had known he was a Belmont and a Hellsing, Angelus would have skipped town the first day." the Champion replied.
"You really going to keep his buds uninformed for him, then?" Doyle queried.
Angel chuckled ruefully then, as he responded, "Xander always worked best hidden in the background. The fact he would draw attention to himself like that for Cordy's sake says a lot. In Sunnydale always managed to get himself hidden in the shadows, totally forgotten, until he was suddenly there to toss a cross in your face or ram a stake in your heart. I'm not going to ruin his best weapon to protect Buffy by freaking her out if I don't need to. He'll tell them when he's ready." After a pause, he added, "Besides, he already hates me. I'm not giving him incentive to sic his family on me after Buffy reams him out."
"So what's the rest of it?" Cordy asked once they were in the car and away from Angel and Doyle.
"What do you mean, Cor'?" Xander asked innocently.
"You just covered a whole bunch of what your /vampire/ girlfriend mentioned last night, Xander. But I know there was stuff she held back on, and I know there's more than you said." the May Queen intensely insisted.
Xander sighed to himself as he tried to arrange his thoughts. After a long pause, he asked, "Anything I tell you stay between us. No telling Angel, no calling it in to the others. No arranging third hand info passage. Deal?"
Cordelia thought over his conditions for a long while before she replied. She knew him well enough to realize that this was important, monumentally so, in fact. Could she really agree to keep anything earth shattering and maybe dangerous to herself just for the sake of knowing the whole deal? Yes. For Xander she could. "Deal." she responded with certainty.
Xander smiled fondly at her then. He always knew he could rely on her when he really had to, and he really wanted to let at least someone in all the way from the old gang. "Ok. Well then, we'll start at just how I'm related to Dracula and the Belmonts and work from there..." he began.
END PART 23