From the Dairy of A. L. Harris
Chapter Three
28 July 1999
A blue 1957 Chevy Bel Air convertible in mint condition and with heavy tint on the windows, pulled over to the curb a couple of blocks from the Warehouse that Spike was in and Xander got out, he was dressed in black Levis, a black silk shirt, black steel toed Magnum boots, a black leather duster and a black fedora. As he walked towards the warehouse he seems to become invisible every time he steps into a shadow, by the time he is in front of the warehouse he is invisible except for his shadow, his eyes a solid black with a metallic sheen.
Xander stood in front of the main doors of the building looking at the two Lycans guarding the door, they were in full were form and were uneasy, they could sense that something was there but couldn't see it. Xander watches as every thing slows down as if they are in slow motion then he moves cutting the heads off of both Lycans in one swipe, he is hovering above the roof before the bodies hit the ground.
He slowly flies over the roof looking for a way in and finds an open sky light slipping in he stays in the shadow in the rafters waiting for the right moment to strike.
Spike was going thru the records of an antiques dealer they had kidnapped and tortured trying to find the whereabouts of a sword of power. The antiques dealer had an obsession of finding a sword mentioned in a book of prophesies he found in a destroyed shop in Budapest in January 1946, Known as the sword of Azrael, it is a European bastard-sword made in Jerusalem in1224 for a minor Welsh lord by his son on a crusade, his son had the simple sword blessed by a Catholic priest, a Rabbi and a Moslem Imam making it extremely deadly for any Vampire and some demons to handle. The sword was used by the Lord until his death, it stayed in the family until it disappeared around 1918, the dealer had tracked it to an auction in Chicago when a Nicholas Girard a professor of archaeology bought it for $500 back in 1954, who disappeared with the sword, after being put on trial before the HUAC on charges of being a Communist. The story goes that the lord saved a druid priestess from some French rouge knights and she put a blessing of indestructibility on the sword as payment for being saved. The sword is recognizable by the two inch ruby globe called the blood stone in the handle and the faint greenish tint to the blade.A Minion came running into the main area of the warehouse that Spike was in yelling. "Spike the wolves are dead, somebody cut off there heads!"
Xander up in the rafters felt time slow down for him as he moved.
Before Spike could yell his orders to his crew there was a blur of motion and his minions stared to burst into dust and as his body guard's heads hit the floor he was alone. "Bloody Hell!" Then a strange, cold as death, reverberating voice was heard.
"William the Bloody aka Spike aka little William Malfoy you are here by sentenced to death for your crimes against humanity and to the true Vampire Communities, of Kindred, Nephilim andCorvenus, how do you plead."
A very scared and pale Spike turned to face the voice and saw a man in black with feet and back to the wall ten feet off the ground radiating the power of a 3000 year old Nephilim Master Vampire and the very sword he had been looking for in his hand, with a familiar face.
"Droopy?"
"No, Van Helsing, Azrael Van Helsing."
In a flash, indestructible Atlantian steel took Spikes head, turning him into Dust.
Chapter Four
29 July 1999
Dear diary
Woo hoo Spike is dust, which would make me feel better if it weren't for two things. One I sort of strained my self last night by using my abilities before I was ready, leaving me a little tired right now, and two Whistler showed up right after Spike went poof, to tell me a few things and to send me on a mission, voluntary of course. After I threatened to separate his head from his body, he told me that the Powers that Be had no control over me and that they could not touch me in any way, and that I was an wild card and that GOD made that an order and that the Archangels had a betting pool on what I would do and also that the Archangel Azrael was behind me and like me using his Name.
He also filled me in on my sword It seems that Nick's dad got it and loved the sword that he had made in Jerusalem and when he saved a Druid priestess she blessed the sword changing the Damascus steel into indestructible Atlantian steel, hence the green tint to the blade making it one of three existing atlantian blades in existence, mine and one owned by a 5000 year old immortal called Adam Pierson and the other by his Father a 15000 year old Immortal, who knows the recipe to the steel, by the name of William Cole. He also told me that there is a prophesy about the sword that it will be owned by Azrael the angel of death and since I missed a vamp last night and he talked at the local demon bar, a rumor about the angel of death killing Spike has been started and what he looked like and the sword he used.
He also told me that since I lived in Sunnydale all of my life I absorbed a lot of hellmouth energy given me the presents and strength of a 3000 year Elder Vamp of my line when I was turned.
The mission that Whistler wants me to do is to take a file on one General William Stryker U.S. Army Retired, the same one that sent my great grandfather to Canada back in 85, to a school in New York state, in seems that he didn't die like they though, the bigoted asshole who thought that he was human wasn't much to his and the Friends of Humanities surprise, he was a mutant. He told me there are Four classes of mutants, according to the U.N., Omega class are the mutants that are almost god like in power, the alpha class are the mutants like the X-men, the beta class are mutants that have minor abilities, most don't even know that they are mutants, just that they have a gift or slightly better at certain things that other people and then there are the External class of mutants they are the Immortal mutants like possibly Apocalypse or maybe Wolverine.
The file says that Stryker was chained to a wall below the dam that burst in northern Canada last winter, he was chained to the wall by the mutant terrorist Magneto and left to die. What no body knew is that Striker had three beta class mutant abilities, one he could breathe under water, two he had an enzyme in his blood that left him unaffected by the cold, these two abilities allowed him to survive and escape the area before the authorities showed up and he went under cover when he was declared dead, the file was made by a doctor friend at the time to find out how he survived, of which the doctor sent a copy of the file to the Friends of Humanity and any other antimutant group that Stryker had come in contact over the years, needless to say Stryker is running for his life, the third ability is that when he reaches the age of Sixty he will start to age in reverse one day younger for every day he lives until he is physically 25 at which time he will age normally until he is physically 60 and start all over again getting younger, repeating the 70 year cycle over and over until he dies, he is 65 years old right now.
Whistler also gave me an antiques dealer name and shop in New York City that I could sell the six swords I found in Spikes lair, three Crusader Bastard swords, two katanas and a Jian a Chinese straight sword, all in good condition.
Got to go now I have a dinner date with Sara and her husband at their place.
02 Aug 1999
Dear diary
I got to meet the owner of Nash antiques today and made arrangements on selling the swords for me for a percentage of what the swords will go for at auction. The owner is a 493 year old immortal by the name of Connor Macleod, just how many Immortals are there? He thinks that I might get a couple of million from the swords, and just think two and a half months ago I was worried about if I had enough money to buy my next meal. I left my Cell phone number for him to call me after the auction, I'm going to 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center tomorrow, Whistler told me to arrive around noon for some reason, I an beginning to hate sunlight it hurts when I forget and let it touch my skin.
03 Aug 1999
Professor Xavier, Headmaster and owner of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning was at his desk doing the ever present paperwork with the remains of the Cobb salad that was his lunch near by and the sounds of playing children coming from the open window when he felt a powerful presents coming to the school, it was a feeling that he hasn't felt in nearly forty years, the last time was when he and his step-brother Cain wound up in a Vampire club in Paris, when they Graduated High school they had gone bar crawled in Paris, the presents was similar to the owner of the club, an elder Vampire by the Name of Tiana. Xavier rolled over to the window and saw a blue 1957 Chevy Bel Air convertible in mint condition and with heavy tint on the windows coming up the drive towards the front doors. He picked up some thoughts and memories from the driver without scanning him, he was a unique individual, 19 years old but had memories going back over 90 years and if what he saw was true he was Logan great grandson, he was a fledgling vamp of two months yet he had the presents of a elder, well this was going to get interesting. He contacted Scott as the driver got out of the car with a brief case, completely protected from the sun, interesting.
Scot was talking to Storm in the kitchen cleaning up after the lunch break when the Professor contacted him.
/Scot we have a visitor at the front door could you bring him to my office./
/Sure Professor. /
As Xander pulled up to the mansion he couldn't help feeling that there was somebody in the car with him, it started when he pass the main gates and it stopped when he did. Xander made sure that he had his gloves and hat on and that he had put on his spf 50 sun block on as well before he got out of his car. He looked over the mansion as he walked up to the door, he thought he saw somebody moving away from one of the second story windows, just as he reach to push the door bell the door opened by a dark haired man in his mid twenties wearing red wrap around sun glasses.
Scot looked at the slightly pale kid at the door when he opened it; he still had his hand up to push the door bell and a surprised look on his face. Scot wondered if he wasn't a new mutant come here to study that was the only reason he could think of why he would be wearing the leather duster buttoned up and gloves in the humid 90 degree weather.
"Ah, hi I'm Alexander Harris and I'm here to see a Professor Charles Xavier."
"He is waiting for you in his office, come this way. Buy the way I'm Scott Summers one of the Teachers here."
"Nice to meet you, and how could Professor Xavier be waiting for me I didn't tell any body that I was coming here and you wouldn't be related to a Joyce and Buffy Summers would you?"
"The Professor has his ways and I have an aunt and uncle by the name of Joyce and Hank who have a daughter by the name of Elizabeth, who lives in L.A. the last I heard, why?"
"If they are the people I know, Joyce and Hank are divorced, Joyce and Elizabeth Ann Summers aka Buffy are living in Sunnydale north of L.A. and Joyce is the owner of an Antiques shop, I went to school with Buffy and she will be starting Collage in the fall, Hank in shacked up with his young secretary in Spain some were and hasn't spoken to his daughter for the last two years."
Scott could hear the anger in the kids voice when he was talking about Hank Summers and he had a sinking feeling that he was his Uncle. After the plane crash were he lost his parents and the orphanage were he was separated from his younger brother Alexander, he had lost tract of his Uncle's family and had forgotten all about them until this kid had shown up, maybe it was time to reconnect with his family.
The Professor watched the two men enter the office Scott was deep in thought and he knew why because he had "heard' their conversation as they walked to his office and he had picked up flashes from Xander about Sunnydale and some of his memories about the place and about his friends and there abilities, Scott was going to get a surprise when he met up with his cousin. Xander was the same height and build as Scott but he moved with an almost inhuman fluidity and grace and his eyes had a wisdom and age well beyond his years.
"Thank you Scott for bringing Mr. Harris to me, I'll take it from here."
When Scott had left he turned to Xander and asked "So Mister Harris what brings you to my School?"
"Its Xander sir when people call me Mr. Harris I start looking for my father."
When Xander said Father, the Professor got a flash of a drunken slob and anger from Xander.
"So Xander why are you here?"
"General William Stryker U.S. Army Retired"
The Professor felt a moment of anger but got control of himself or he would be broadcasting and he didn't want to upset his students.
Xander was glad he was sitting, because when he said Strykers name he got a double whammy from the Professor, he felt the Professor moment of anger before he clamped down on his emotions and Xander also could smell his anger as well.
The Professor got another surprise when he realized that Xander had felt his anger.
"Could you be more specific on the Good General Xander?"
"You mean the bigoted, xenophobic General don't you sir?" Xander said with a smirk
"Why yes I did."
"He didn't die and much to his dismay he is a mutant himself although a low powered one."
Xander handed over the file that he had to a shocked Professor. After a few minute of speed reading the file them Professor sat back and looked at Xander.
"Thank you for bring this to me. But now I have a surprise for you, how would you like to meet your Great grand father."
"What do you mean my great grand father and how do you know him."
"Xander what do you know about this school?"
"It is a school for mutants so?"
"So are the teacher and so am I, I'm a telepath and no I didn't read your mind when you arrived, you were broadcasting so loud when you entered the school grounds, that I didn't need to read your mind and one of my teachers who arrived here two years ago matches your great grandfathers description and Stryker new him from years before and he has no memories of his life before 15 years ago and he is going by the name of Logan."
"Not again!"
"What do you mean Xander?"
"Well if he is the same guy as you believe, in 1890 he was found on the steps of the Vatican suffering from amnesia."
"1890 we knew that he was older than he looked but we didn't think he was that old."
"He maybe far older than he looks and he may not be a mutant, between 1890 and 1985 he told my grandfather his son that he had a nightmare of fighting the Romans at Masada, and Dracula knew him as Gabriel the left hand of god before he became a Vampire, which could mean that he was the archangel Gabriel at one time."
"I see, that maybe why our tests were inconclusive on whether he was or wasn't a mutant. Let's go done to the Gym and see his reaction to you shall we."
"Lets"
Logan was teaching the younger students the basics of self defense when He saw the professor and a young man in a dark shirt Levis and boots come in. He felt shock when the kid started talking; everybody stopped and stared as well.
"Hey Great Grandpa were have you been, you don't write, you don't call, no body has heard from you since 85."
Then he felt anger, this was some sort of sick joke, he stomped up to the kid popping his claws. "Who the hell are y---?"
"Oh shiteza!" Thought Xander as a pissed Logan came up to him as three nine inch metal claws came out of his knuckles on each hand, Xander reacted. Before Logan could finish his question, in a flash of motion Xander had his sword at Logan's throat.
Everybody watched wondering were the hell did that sword come from?
"Hey gramps is that any way to treat your grandson? I admit that the last time you saw me I was two, but hey Grandpa Alex did say you were getting a little grumpy in your old age and my name is Alexander Harris son of Jessica Howlett-Harris grandson to Alexander Howlett aka August van Helsing, great grandson to John Logan Howlett aka Gabriel van Helsing or just Van Helsing aka Gabriel aka the Left Hand of God, you."
Everybody watched as Logan turned pale retracted his claws and staggered over to a chair and sat down and as the sword in the dark haired man hand disappeared in a faint flash.
The Professor caught flashes of what Logan was remembering at each name spoken, a dark haired woman holding a dark haired baby in her arms as she wave by to Logan at the name of Jessica, at the name of August van Helsing, he saw a two year old dark haired boy bouncing on Logan's knee, a happy Logan with out the side burns and having long wavy hair, At the name of Van Helsing he saw Logan walking with a Cardinal thru a under ground room in the Vatican, full of people from different religions working on different gadgets, at Gabriel he saw Logan facing off with Dracula in a Castle and at the title of the Left Hand of God, he saw Logan in period dress standing on the wall of the fortress of Masada looking down at the Roman soldiers as they built their ramp so they could breach the wall. Xavier was feeling just as bad as Logan was.
03 Aug 1999
Dear diary
This has to be one of the longest days in my life; I did as Whistler asked me and handed over the file to Professor Charles Xavier, and found my great grand father in the process as well as found one of Buffy's missing cousins, actually after talking to Scott and getting permission from him I called Mrs S. and got the two talking to each other, the Professor said that Scott was happier than he has been in a while, I found out that Scott and his missing Brother were thought to have died with their parents in the plane crash, the Prof. thought that the guy running the orphanage was the one who let the Summers thing that the boys had died, a Nathan Essex. As for Logan my grand father after my introduction to him and his anger and shock, we went back to the Prof's office to continue our discussion; Gramps admitted that he had only got a few flashes at the names I had said so on a hunch I ask him if he remembered that back in 1897, of fighting Dracula as a werewolf, that's when He passed out. He woke up Twenty Minutes ago, he said that except for the months that he was in Stryker's care he remember everything up to the point that he was found on the Vatican steps and then Dr McCoy kicked us out of the Clinic so that Logan could gat some rest. Of course I had to ask Dr. McCoy if Kirk of Spock was around, seeing a guy built like a gorilla with the fangs and blue fur roll his eyes and tell me to get the hell out and hearing Logan laugh was worth it.
The Professor has asked me to stay awhile, I think I will gramps and I have a lot to talk about. Oh the kids here have already found pictures of gramps from his Van Helsing days, on the internet and are making copies and showing them around, except for the hair and whiskers he doesn't look any older or that different. It is a little strange to hear the girls say "what a hottie" and "look at the hair" or "oh Yummy", about your Grandpa, damn Vamp Bionic hearing!
TBC