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: The college crap has begun.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.

The first thing Xander and Seras heard as they neared the party was Buffy's superior taunt. Xander hardly expected the others in the conversation to be who they were though.

"What's the matter Spike? Dru dump you again?" Buffy asked with a confident smirk as she threw a pair of punches that were blocked by the vampire, before a third hit him square in the face and staggered him for a second.

"Maybe I left her." Spike replied full of wounded bravado as he feints a counter to the Slayer's next charge and forces her to veer to the left.

It was, however, the second revenant's appearance that really got Xander's attention, "She left him for a fungus demon. That's all he talks about most days."

The admission of the blonde ditz made Spike storm up to her and cry out, "Harm! We are going. It isn't time yet."

Harmony nodded in agreement as she taunted, "Yeah, but as soon as we have the Gem of Amara, you're gonna be sorr-", before she was cut off by her paramour's frustrated grunt as he tried to drag her off.

"I don't know about you, Spike, but I think it's the perfect time for a party," Xander commented icily as he and Seras seemed to melt out of the very shadows to Spike and Harmony's left.

"Droopy?" the bleached wonder asked in shock, unsure how the Slayer's favorite /living/ lapdog could sneak up on him like that.

Harmony lacked the sense to be similarly impressed as she took in the sight of the No Life Prince and his lover. "Xander Harris, still following Buffy around to try to look remotely cool, I see. And you even got some tramp with implants to be your new Cordy...how special. So how is life as a pathetic townie groupie to Summers?" she taunted with a feral smirk.

"I wouldn't know. I'm attending college and I'm no one's groupie," Xander replied in his most emotionless tone. Even Buffy and Seras, who were not the targets of his obvious rage had to suppress the shiver they felt as they heard the Hellsing heir speak.

"Can I beat on her before you kill her, love? I really didn't appreciate the crack about my chest, or what her tone implied about Cordelia," Seras asked to break the tension a bit as she glared at Harmony, who was too stupid to realize what a mistake she was making.

Spike was not similarly crippled mentally as she muttered, "Let's go Harm. Something about they way they're actin' isn't right."

"You're not seriously worried about loser Harris and his new screw toy are you Spikey?" Harmony asked in shock.

Spike's reply was cut off as he pulled himself and Harmony out of the way of a fireball that Droopy-boy had fired at them without even resorting to saying a freaking spell. Actually, he was simply dodging for himself, and would have let the blonde vampiress burn, but her purse strap got wrapped around his wrist as he had tried to drag her off earlier, so he pulled her along to safety with him.

"Am I worried? No. Am I bloody flammable? /YES/," Spike emphatically declared as he ran off into the night with his play toy.

"Um, Xander?" Buffy asked from where she looked on shell-shocked.

"Yeah, Buff?" Xander prompted timidly even as he cursed the fact he would have to deal with this instead of chasing Harmony down and executing her.

"Since when can you throw fireballs and why wasn't I told about it?" Buffy demanded with a rising hint of hysteria in her voice.

Xander shrugged sheepishly as he explained, "It's a family thing from my Mom's side I learned how to tap in England."

"And you never mentioned it why?" the Slayer demanded.

"Um...it never came up?" Xander offered.

"Honestly Buffy, you're best girlfriend is a powerful Wicca. How is Xander throwing a little fire a big deal? He was born and raised in a town built on a portal to Hell," Seras interjected.

"Yeah, and magick is Willow's thing. But she still doesn't throw fireballs with casual ease," Buffy cried back in shock.

"Not so much ease as it was the quietest weapon I had that wouldn't have tipped Spike off too soon. I expected him to think I was too lame to have a way to kill him, and went for something a bit more advanced than I'm used to using as a quick draw thing," Xander elaborated as he collapsed to one knee. Seras and Buffy, who saw his distress, quickly came to help him up as they asked if he was all right.

"I'm fine. I'm just really tired. Grandfather Adrian's spell is still really tough on me. It's not like I'm Gramps," Xander assured them woozily, making Vicky's eyes go wide as she wondered if he was about to say too much. Right now it was just a matter of unconnected names, but the wrong mention of mideon abilities could screw them both in a bad way.

Her worries evaporated when she caught him giving her a sly wink when his head was turned so Buffy could not see it.

"Xander you shouldn't so stuff like this if it leaves you half dead! You should just leave the magick to Willow or something," Buffy fretted as her best male friend began to stand and straighten himself up under his own power again.

"It wasn't the fireball itself that did this, Buff, it was pulling it out of my ass so quick that I had no time to brace myself against it. Unlike Willow, I need to center myself and gather my power to do most magick," The White Knight explained as he finally got himself back together.

The argument between Slayer and dhampir would have certainly gone much farther had another voice not intruded then.

"Xander Harris, there you are! I've been looking all over this accursed town for you. Do you know your mother doesn't even know where you moved to?" Anya Jenkins, formerly the demoness Anyanka Avenger of Scorned Women, harped as she stomped toward them.

"Demon Anya, good to see you again. And the thing with my mother is very intentional," Xander coolly replied.

"Yes, well, that doesn't mean anything here and now. What I want is to know where our relationship is going?" Anya asked with a typical lack of tact.

"What relationship?" Xander, Buffy, and Seras asked in unison. It should be noted that there was more than a little bit of a growl in Seras' tone as she voiced the query.

Anya seemed taken back for a moment as she looked at the three of them, and appeared to try to place the Police Girl's face for a second before dismissing her as unimportant as she strode even closer to Xander and declared, "Yeah. We went to the prom."

Xander rolled his eyes heavenward, before he shot an apologetic look to Vicky, who barely noticed it as she glared holes into Anya, and replied, "Yeah, on our one and only date. Second date called on account of snake, remember? And the whole, you used to be a man killing demon thing. Which to be fair, is as much my issue as it is yours."

Anya put her had on his chest then, which made him certain the area would be flooded with pissed off bats with incongruously blonde, and messy, hair, as she added, "I can't stop thinking about you. Sometimes in my dreams, you're all naked."

Xander chuckled nervously as he glanced at Vicky again and tried to backpedal away from Anya as he joked, "Really. You know if I'm in the checkout line at the Wal-Mart I've had the same one."

Anya smiled coyly as she followed and said, "So I can assume a standing Friday night date and a mutual recognition as Prom night as our dating anniversary?"

Xander's attempt to politely decline was cut short, as Seras snarled, "Not a chance in HELL. Now get your filthy former demon hand off my man this instant before I show you just what a Hellsing operative does to demons you irritating little tart!", and physically pushed Anya off of him and onto her rear.

In fact, the only reason Anya wasn't looking down the barrel if Seras Victoria's 9mm sidearm back-up that she kept tucked into her waistband holster was because Xander had put his hand around her right arm to stay the motion and calm her. "Not as nice as I would have been, I'll admit, but I think she gets the point, honey," Xander assured her even as Buffy stepped forward to restrain Seras as well, if necessary. Well either restrain her or cheer her on. Buffy had a dislike for oversexed and tactless tramps making moves on her man as well /cough/ Faith /cough/ , and knew how Xander's lover must feel.

Anya did not understand that, or just how precarious her position was as she stood up with an incredulous glare and shouted, "You're cheating on me!?! I knew it! I knew men were scum!"

Now the White Knight looked annoyed as he snapped, "We went on one date that was all but a pity date for us both and then you left me to /die/ when the Mayor Ascended. That's not a relationship. That's you running and me finding a woman who loves me and won't run screaming when things get rough. Which, by the way, is a foregone conclusion living on the Damned Hellmouth!"

"Look here, Xander Harris! If you think that just because I left you can screw around with some over-endowed whore..." Anya began only to be cut off.

"It's Hellsing, /Anyanka/," Xander informed her with a twitch in his right eye.

"What?" Anya asked in confusion.

"My name is Alexander Hellsing. Son of Richard Hellsing and Jessica Belmont-Harris. You still think I'm someone to be bullied into following you like a puppy over one date, /Anyanka/?" he asked coldly. "Or that I'm the type to have you insult the woman I love like that while I do nothing?" he asked as he started to stalk toward the now terrified former demon.

The way he said her former job name had Anyanka sweating bullets. If what Xander said was true she may have made an extremely gross error in the pursuit of multiple orgasms to get him out of her system.

"I think that's your cue to get out of town and never come back," Seras warned Anya with a dead tone. Her face blossomed into a smirk as she added, "Unless you'd rather we call Sir Integra about you harassing her cousin. I'm sure she could spare an agent from our trash cleaning division to /talk/ with you. I think you might know of him, in fact. He goes by Alucard."

The look of horror on Anya's shock white face gave Seras a special warm feeling after what the little tramp had called her. Anya's gibbering, "N...nn.no. I'll just be on my way. I'm sure there's better ways to purge these thoughts from Xander. Bye now," as she took off away from them made her feel even better.

"Uh, just out of curiosity, who is Alucard that he would scare her that bad?" Buffy asked in awe as she watched the annoying former demon run for her life.

"Remember when I said Hellsing has a few non-humans on the payroll, Buff?" Xander asked with a smile of satisfaction.

"Yeah," Buffy replied even as she began to see a bit of where he was going.

"Well Alucard was the first. In fact he's the one that the whole Hellsing group was built around. If there's something no other agent can handle, they let him out to play. Believe me when I say it's not a friendly experience to be in the receiving end of his bad temper," Xander elaborated.

"Okay. Just for reference, just how had can he..." Buffy began to ask.

"The last public fight he went at at full power destroyed over fifteen city blocks in London. The news recorded it as a terrorist act. The one in South America where Hellsing tried to wipe out the Millennium Organization...made that look very tame by comparison," Vicky explained solemnly.

"Oh. Uh, Millennium Organization?" Buffy asked.

"Nazi remnant where Hitler was recruiting demons. Apparently nobody told them the Nazis lost. They're the ones behind the FREAK chips I told you all about," Xander explained.

"And you guys keep someone that dangerous in the group?" Buffy asked after she assimilated the information.

"Teg has a magick binding that only lets him use as much power as she approves of. The only reason he was released in London was that a mideon called Incognito was about to sacrifice her to release an Old One worse than the Mayor type demon, and had already slaughtered most of our troops. Alucard was a last resort. After he was unsealed...the fight was really one sided, and Europe isn't in total ruins. Sometimes you need to get extreme to win, Buffy. We all know that deep down," Xander defended.

To that explanation, the Slayer had nothing to say.

After a quick call to Giles to declare Spike's intentions to look for the Gem of Amara, Buffy searched out and began to dance with Parker, and Xander and Seras danced together as well.

"He stinks of lust," Xander grumbled under his breath as they swayed to the music.

"Mmmm. So do you, kitten," Seras purred into his ear.

"Well, I am only human. Sort of," Xander responded with a smile.

"We warned her fair, and we might be wrong. What do you say we head home and let her deal with her own issues? Buffy's a big girl, she can handle one wanker if he gets out of line," Seras suggested with an enticing lick to her lover's ear.

Xander would have been gone already if he hadn't noticed Parker and Buffy separate as Buffy headed off to the restroom. "Tell you what, you lead to the loo and let Buff know we're gone, and then we can play all you want when we get home," he suggested with a grin.

Seras sighed as she said, "Just leave him alive, alright?"

"Hey, who do you think I am?" Xander asked with a wounded look.

Seras gave him a deadpan expression as she replied, "Master's heir," then went off to say goodbye to Buffy.

Xander watched her go with a smile that slid in to a devilish grin worthy of Vlad Tepes himself as he headed toward Parker. "Parker. Good to see you, man. You and Buffy having a good time?" he asked amicably.

"Xander right? Yeah, we're having a great time," Parker replied absently.

Xander nodded in agreement with the young man's words as he said, "You know you're a lucky guy, dating Buff and all. I mean don't get me wrong; I don't look at her like that or anything. In fact I think of her as a little sister. That's why I'm so glad she finally found a nice guy to spend time with. Her last boyfriend was a real looser. He took off an left her heartbroken."

"Really?" Parker asked evenly, although Xander could hear the minute thread of nervousness in his voice.

"Yep. In fact, it caused us all to be a little gun shy about Buffy dating," Xander continued. "In fact I promised her that if someone used her and abused her again, I'd break out some old family methods for getting even. I think I promised her something along the lines of impaling the guy on a pike in a way that would make a catheter jealous. Of course seeing as I'm a blood descendant of Vlad the Impaler, I guess it makes sense that was what was in those journals. Oh, and the diagrams and written recordings of just how much pain you can inflict before unconsciousness or death. You had to give the Wallachians credit for thorough research. Why I bet I could torture a man for weeks without giving him the release of death just by following the instructions," Xander mused in a chillingly friendly tone.

By now Parker was pale, green, and sweating. He was just about to flee for his life and never return when Buffy's cheery "Xander, Parker", cut off his escape as she rushed up and gave the Scooby a goodbye hug. "Seras said you two were taking off. I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked Xander once she let go.

"Sure thing, Buff. We can compare how our dates went," Xander teased with an exaggerated wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Yeah, like I want to hear about what you and Seras do together, you perv," Buffy replied with a roll of her eyes and a bright laugh.

"Sure, ruin my fun. I'll just have to find it elsewhere then. Right Parker?" Xander asked with a grin as Parker let off a hurried 'Sure' at the question. "I'll see you two crazy kids later, then. Bye," Xander finished as he walked out to where Vicky was waiting at the door.

As they headed home, the vampiress declared, "You are positively evil, you know."

Xander, who knew her hearing had picked up and filtered the conversation easily, smiled unabashedly as he replied, "I know. It runs in the family."

The next morning as Xander and Seras arrived at Giles house after a call from Willow, he saw something that made his view of the universe shatter irrevocably. "Whoa, Giles has a TV. Everybody, Giles has a TV. He's shallow like us."

"I've got to admit, I'm a little disappointed," Oz chimed in from where he was inspecting Giles' records.

Giles blushed and babbled "I, ah, uh, uh."

As Willow walked into the room she opined, "Well maybe it doesn't work. Like a piece of art."

Xander turned the TV on to test her theory, and Willow looked on in open-mouthed shock as the television came to life.

"Public television. Come on everyone we have vital work to do. Watching television is not going to help us right now." Giles tried to explain. As the news report on the TV droned "...near the UC Sunnydale campus. Officials attribute the unusual occurrence to weakening of the supporting topsoil nearby. City work crews denied any tunneling has been done in the area."

Giles looked on grimly as he declared "Tunneling. Spike. Xander, find Buffy and meet us there.

Xander nodded in acceptance as he took off for the campus while Seras, Oz, and Willow headed off with Giles.

Xander did not find Buffy in her room, and so had to rely on tracking her be scent to ferret her out as he traced her steps that day. He got there in time to see a conversation that would spell unpleasant things for Parker, just before Spike threw a punch that knocked her to the ground in broad daylight.

Spike walking in the sun. No this isn't a bad day. his inner voice sarcastically snarked.

His inner musings were cut off as he saw Buffy get knocked to the ground and pummeled repeatedly. That was all he needed to see to get him into the fray.

"Being a vampire sucks," Harmony declared from where she cried in the crypt where the others discovered her. That was her last declaration ever as a gunshot rang out and she disintegrated into dust.

"And you swallowed, you daft bint," Seras muttered as the others looked at her in various states of shock. "That little tart called me a whore with implants to replace Cordelia," Seras explained.

For Willow at least, that explained it all. Oz and Giles were less satisfied, but had the sense to keep their traps shut about it.

"Xander, get out of here!" Buffy cried as she saw her friend rush up to tackle the apparently invincible Spike. She was rather surprised when Xander succeeded in tossing the revenant off into the nearby brick wall, as he evaded a counter kick by the bleached vamp to do it.

"Well, well, Droopy has some new moves. You want to play with the new fireproof big bad?" Spike taunted as he moved forward toward Xander, only to stop shot at the glowing purple sword that the boy drew.

"What's with the funny lightsaber, Xan?" Buffy asked as she looked at the pretty blade.

"Family heirloom called the Vorpal Blade. I thought it might come in handy," Xander explained in a monotone, as he never took his eyes off Spike.

"You thought wrong, kid," the vampire spat as he rushed forward at the White Knight.

Buffy only had time to shriek in horror; she was too far away to save Xander as Spike approached. Her shrieks were replaced by someone else with bleached hair as Xander side-stepped and easily parried Spike's charge by severing his hand, complete with Gem of Amara ring, above the wrist. As the hand left the rest of the Vampire's body spike began to smoke and flame as he dived off into the sewer. Xander just snorted a derisive, "Loser," as he sheathed his blade and picked up Spike's hand. He removed the ring with little ceremony as he tossed the hand over his shoulder where it promptly ignited and turned to ash.

"Xander?" Buffy asked in a bit of a daze.

"Yeah, Buff?" Xander replied.

"Thanks for the save," the Slayer said with a smile.

He returned her grin as he assured her, "Any time, Buffy. Any time."

As the pair walked off toward the crypt together to find the others one could hear a conversation that went something like...

"So, where did you get the neat sword?"

"Like I said, it was a family heirloom.

"Where can I get one?"

"Dunno."

"Can I have yours?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You aren't trained in that kind of magick to make it work and Teg would kill me."

"Please...just think of patrols."

"That's what I use it for. You have mister pointy. And you can do the same things with a regular sword."

"Aww, no fair."

"Don't pout. If you're good, I'll but you a mocha."

"Okay. But that's still not as good as a magick sword."

"Muttering and whining isn't being good."

"Spoilsport."

OOC: I'll leave it up to you to decide who was speaking there. It isn't really that hard.

END PART 28