A/N thanks for the one review I got for this story so far. Maybe I need to move it in the Devil May Cry category. Also to BAKAMAN Devil May Cry is an awesome video game for the PS2, starring a young demon hunter named Dante. You should check out one of those games sooner or later.
This chapter takes place a day after the episode Reptile boy, but before Halloween.
Chapter 1
Awakening of the Devil
Xander ran from the library, with fresh hot tears rolling down his cheeks. He was in the library looking for a book with naked nymps on it, and he overheard Buffy and Willow talking about him. They were talking about how much of a burden he was and how they should try to exclude him from scooby activities.
But there were somethings, Xander just couldn't understand. First of all he had saved Buffy's life. So you would think that she would be a little more grateful about having him around. But oh no, what had he gotten in return for that. Getting embarressed in public by her lap dancing him at the Bronze. He didn't even get a thank you.
All in all, he kind of figured Buffy's reasoning for wanting to exclude him, but Willow. That's what had him crying in the first place. They had been best friends since forever and he couldn't believe that she would betray him. He even befriended her when no one else would. He had even given up the chance to be apart of the popular crowd, because of her.
When they were younger, Cordelia and her Cordettes had asked him if he wanted to be friends. Xander was about to say yes, but then he had saw Willow sitting by herself and crying. Cordelia explained to him, that Willow was a loser and that anybody that was friends with her would be a loser as well.
Seeing how Cordelia really was, he couldn't be around someone so creul. So he chose to be with Willow instead. Every since that day Willow and Xander had been together. They had been bestfriend's. Jesse came along later though, and he completed their group.
Speaking of Jesse every since he died, Xander had wanted to fight against the darkness. It was his choice. But now his so called friends wanted to take away his choice. As he continued to walk blindlessly through the sea of students, Xander bumped into someone snapping him out of his musings.
"Sorry." Xander blurted out as he looked up at who it was. "Speak of the devil and she will appear."
"So you've been thinking about me?" Cordelia asked with a disgusted look on her face. "It figures that a loser like you would." Cordelia said instantly making Xander frown at her.
"I don't have time for you Cordelia." Xander said as he tried to walk around her and her sheep. "I have somewhere else to be."
"Oh so you're getting the group donuts?" she asked with a smile.
"No."
"Come on is that the best comeback you got. Because if it is you're really losing your touch."
Without another word Xander just walked past her and headed home. With a satisfied smile on her face Cordelia turned around and started back chatting with her friends.
Jessica Harris stepped fresh out of the shower and started to dry off. Today was the big day when she was going to tell Xander about his father. Putting on a bath robe, she walked out of the bathroom and bumped into her son.
"Xander you're here early." she said as she noticed his tears. "Why are you crying?" she asked as she wiped away his tears with her thumb.
"It's nothing." Xander muttered as he prepared to walk around her.
"Wait." she said as she grabbed his arm. "I have some stuff to talk to you about."
"You're telling me that I'm a demon?" Xander asked at the end of his mom's story. He alway's knew that he was different, but this.
"Actually you're half demon." Jessica corrected him. "And I want to show you something your real father left you." she said as she led him down to the basement. Once she did so, she stomped her foot on some floor boards until she found a loose one. Bending over she lifted up the board and took out a black bag and a sword with an old dusty sheet wrapped around it.
"Whoa." Xander said as his mom handed him the sword. It looked like she had some trouble handling it, but when he held it, it was as light as a feather. It was a massive two handed sword about 36 inches in length. It had a solid silver guard on it with a depiction of a dragon on it.
As Xander twirled the sword around in his hand, the bag his mom took out of the floor suddenly caught his attention. As he leaned the sword up against the wall, he walked up to the bag and opened it. Looking inside he saw a golden orb about the size of a bowling ball.
"What is this thing?" Xander asked.
"I don't know." she admitted. "Your father just told me to make sure that you get it. And speaking of your father..." she trailed off as she ran back to the hole and took out a black glock and a white one. "After Sparda went away, I went to the Sunnydale school basement a day later and found these. They are called Ebony and Ivory. One is made out of the light of heaven and the other the darkness of hell. They also have an infinite amount of bullets in them."
"This is just way to much." Xander said as he took the guns and instinctively twirled them in his hands. "So you mean to tell me that you knew about demons the whole time?"
"Of course." Jessica said with a shrug. "Why do you think I never said anything when I saw all of that demon blood on your clothes, when I washed them?" with a smile on his face Xander, put Ebony and Ivory down on a nearby table. Not knowing why, he was again drawn to the orb. With a shrug, he picked the orb up and immediately regretted it.
Golden flecks of power surged throughout his body, instantly making him violently shake. He was wracked by another convulsive tremor, like a seizure. He then plunged into a psychotropic state... an abyss of dark visions which yawned beneath him. Trying to get ahold of himself, he fell into the maelstrom, barraged by hallucinatory manifestations.
Fire, demons, and brimstone haunted his mind, as he started to sway. The last thing, Xander heard before he collasped bonelessly to the floor, was his mother as she screamed his name.
Downtown LA
Night
High above the edge of a building a slightly muscular silhouetted figure, sat cross-legged with zen-like composure. His arms were straight down, between the legs. His face was shrouded in darkness, but he wore a black duster and all black clothes. Strapped to his back, without a sheathe sat a large silver sword. A mysterious wind blew, showing his holstered white and black glocks and a stake tucked in his belt, as his duster billowed.
As Xander groggily opened his eye's he was relieved to be out of the nightmare of devils and demons. He then suddenly blinked. Doing a double take, he looked around and screamed. He was about 80 feet up a tall building.
Realising his fear of heights, he lost his balance and fell off the side of the building. Mere seconds from falling to his death, his body twisted in mid-air. Landing with perfect catlike grace on feet and hands, he then stood unsteadily.
"What the..." Xander questioned as he looked up to where he had just fallen from. Looking down at himself after noticing that he wore all black clothes, he found his skinny body suddenly more muscular, man-like. But beyond that he has inhuman power in his muscles. Ready to test his power, he picks up the back end of a small car by its bumper.
As he nervously looked around, after he lowered the car nobody noticed him. He suddenly realized that even though the most profound change imaginable has happened to him, no one else knows... or needs to know. Which is good... because he's already enough of a misfit. No point letting them know he's a complete freak.
Suddenly a scream permeated the air, snapping him out of his musings. As Xander peered out into the night, with his new demonic power, he saw four men pushing a woman into an alley, further ahead of him. As his eye's focused on the four men, before they ducked down the alley, he sensed that they were...
"Vampires." Xander muttered disgustingly to himself. Looking up at the night sky, he saw a small building right beside the alley. Xander jumped onto the hood of a car and from there to the bottom rung of a fire-escape ladder and made his way up the side of the building.
"Quiet, Bitch!" T-Bone growled as he slapped his third victim of the night, with a beefy hand. Relishing in her cries of pain, he raised his hand again and a dark apparition dropped down on him. Using his vampiric strength he managed to kick the thing off.
As he and his gang looked further down the alley, they saw a raven haired boy, with dark clothes grinning goofily at them.
"Alright boy's." Xander said as he took out his stake. "Let's rock."
With that Xander charged at the confused vamps and proceeded to take all four of them on at once. Ducking under a clumsy left, by one of the vamps, Xander whipped up and kicked him in the chest. The force of the blow, sent the vamp thundering into a nearby dumpster.
Before he could fully turn around, a vamp shot out an elbow, that collided into Xander's gut. Rolling with the punch, Xander spun on his heel and got within the vamps striking range. With an elbow of his own, he slammed it into the vampire and side kicked it away from him.
Striking out blindly he staked a vampire making it crumble into dust. Turning he kicked another one and sent it flying up against a urine stained wall. Seeing two vampires charge him from opposite directions, Xander dropped his stake, making it clatter to the ground, as he whipped open his duster. Spinning Ebony and Ivory in his hands, he fired in either direction of himself and made fist sized holes in the vamps chests. Only having time to look confused at the holes in their chests, the vamps crumbled into dust.
With bone-jarring force the lead-vamp grabbed Xander and pushed him against a wall, but when it tried to throw him against the opposing wall, Xander ran up the side of it. Using the vampire's hold as a pivot he landed behind it and shot a bullet from Ivory into its heart.
Seeing his friends turn into dust, the last vamp tried to run off, but Xander tackled him to the ground. With a growl Xander jerked his sword from his back and beheaded the vampire. Before it turned into dust a squirt of blood smeared onto Xander's sword.
Heart thumping from the exhilliration of the fight, Xander placed his sword on his back. As if by magic, which Xander considered, it stuck on the back of his overcoat without a sheath. As he turned to leave, he suddenly sniffed the air.
Blood and salty tears assaulted his nose. Then he remembered the woman. Turning he saw her huddled up against a wall, rocking back and forth hugging her knees.
"Hey, are you okay?" Xander asked as he jogged back to her.
"Wha...what were those things?" she asked shakingly.
"Those..." Xander started as he let out a sigh. "were vampires."
"Oh, well that...makes sense." she said as she looked at the dust piles on the ground.
"Come on let's get you up." Xander said as he extended his hand and helped her to her feet. Then he got a good look at her. She had blonde hair and was short and petite, like Buffy. But what was most amazing about her, was her beautiful liquid brown eye's.
"Hey, I haven't seen you around Sunnydale before. My name's Xander." he said as he extended his hand. As a smile appeared on her face, she took his hand.
"My name's Trish." she informed him. Then she frowned. "But this isn't Sunnydale. We're in LA."
"LA!" Xander exploded with raised eyebrow's. Then he looked down at himself and started thinking. 'The last time, I was with my mom, I was wearing a haiwiian shirt and jeans, not black jeans and a duster.' "What day is it?" Xander asked, only to cause Trish to frown at him again.
"It's October the sixteenth." Trish replied looking at him wierdly.
"The sixteenth." Xander muttered to himself. 'Why can't I remember anything that happened to me in the last couple of days?' he asked himself. "I hate to trouble you." Xander started with a sheepish grin. "But would you mind giving me a ride home?"
After giving Xander another wierd look, Trish walked past him and out of the alley. Taking that as a yes, Xander quickly followed her.
7th Circle of Hell
Fire and lava swirl in an endless sea of fire, as a shadowed figure sat on a throne in the darkness. Watching the souls of the damned being tortured by hell demons, a smile suddenly appeared on the beings face.
"Ahh." Ahriman said in a dark gravely voice. "The son of Sparda has arisen."
Ahriman is the Zoroastrian God of Darkness (also the Persian God of Chaos) created Azhidaahaka, the Dragon of Death.
A/N this will not be a Buffy bashing story, but somethings about her and Xander have to be cleared up in this fic.
TBC...
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