X For Xtreme

Post Chosen and Not Fade Away. There's major betrayal in the Council and only one man can stop it. The only problem is, he's supposed to be dead.

A/N This isn't a V for Vendetta crossover but rather it will borrow loosely from it's theme.

Chapter 1

Death Becomes You

The Alley Behind The Hyperion Hotel

Early Morning

"Oh my God." were the first words to come out of Buffy's mouth as she saw the carnage, blood, and gore that littered the alley before her. Demon's she had never seen before sat slumped up against the walls, their dead bodies rotting, as the initiative soldiers ran past her.

'Why the hell didn't Angel tell me about this?' Buffy asked herself. 'Or atleast Faith. Where is she anyway. Every since I talked to her about Angel's death she dissappeared. "What the hell happened here?"

"According to Mr. Giles and...other sources Mr. Angel tried to take out The Circle of the Blackthorn." a snobbish looking man wearing tweed said as he walked up. His name was Percy one of Giles' old friends and a Watcher. "And he and his group succeeded, but it cost them their lives. We've even found the body of another member of his team, quite far away from here."

"Who was it?"

"An ex Watcher by the name of, Wesley Wyndam Pryce."

"Wes." Buffy said softly, as she lowered her head in silence.

"Miss Summers we've found a survivor." a soldier said calmly. All Buffy could think at the moment, as the soldier led her to where the survivor was, was that she hoped it was Angel. Nothing prepared her however, when she looked down and saw Spike half hidden underneath a pile of demon bodies and a small tent the soldiers had made to keep the sunlight off of him.

A tear came to her eye as she saw that his left arm was ripped completely off and that he trembled in pain. She had never seen him so hurt...so lost.

"Spike?" she asked tentively. After a few seconds, Spike's eyes rolled back into the forefront of his head and he settled them on Buffy's weeping face.

"Y...yoy came." Spike managed to say as, some blood trickled out of his mouth.

"Yeah." Buffy replied as more tears came out of her eyes, as she held him up. "I...I can't believe that you're still alive. How...when...why didn't you call me?"

"Pfft...come n...now luv, you already knew I was back."

"No, Spike I didn't..."

"Where are the others?" Spike asked forcefully, as he pushed through his own pain. "Blue, Charlie boy, Peaches..." looking up at a soldier, who shook his head, Buffy looked back down at Spike and frowned.

"I'm sorry, Spike, but you're the only one that made it."

"Then, I guess there's only one thing left to do." he said as he looked beside himself and saw a wooden lance. Picking it up, before Buffy could stop him in time as he plunged the wood through his heart.

"No..." Buffy cried to herself, as Spike's dust started to float in the wind.

Watcher's Headquarters

London

The Seventeenth Floor

"We'll go out on patrol in just a few minutes." Xander said to Rona as he ran into Giles' office and started to rummage through his desk.

Every since the destruction of Sunnydale, Giles had taken over as head Watcher of the Council and had made the whole Scooby Gang official Watcher's. Willow was head over the magicks department, Dawn was a Watcher in training, Robin was abroad gathering other Slayers, and Faith, Buffy, and himself were over the Slayer's training.

"I just have to find a few notes and..." he stopped talking as he picked up an opened letter in his desk. He knew he shouldn't go snooping in Giles' things, but something about the letter called to him. Opening it up, he saw that it was written in latin, so he deciphered it. Once he did, his one good eye widened in surprise. "Rona, something just came up so I want you and Vi to lead a team of Slayer's for patrol tonight."

"Me?" she asked, happily.

"Yeah, you're my top Slayer gal." he said as he looped an arm around her shoulder, while leading her out of the room. "I need to talk to Giles for awhile."

"Alright, I'll go and get Vi." she replied as she ran out of the room with Xander looking after her, with a sad smile.

Steeling himself, he walked out of Giles' room and down the hallway to the meeting room. Opening up the double doors, he saw Giles in a meeting heavily debating a few things with about ten Watcher's.

"Giles, I need to talk to you."

"Xander, I'm in a very important meeting and..."

"Giles this is important."

"Very well." Giles replied as he let out a sigh. "We will continue this meeting later today."

Waiting until, Andrew and all of the other Watcher's left the room, Xander picked up the letter and slammed it down hard on the long conference table.

"What the hell is this about, G-man?" he asked as Giles simply picked up the letter and smiled.

"So, you've been snooping through my things?" Giles asked, calmly as he stood to his feet and started to pour himself a glass of scotch. "Somehow, I knew it would be you to find out about my little secret. You are the one who see's after all."

As he said that, Xander looked up with his one good eye. The last person to have called him the one that see's was Caleb and the thought of hearing it now, out of his father figure was unnerving.

"Giles, what the hell is going on! Why didn't you tell us that Angel was planning on taking out the Circle of Blackthorn?"

"Because, I wanted them all to die Alex." Giles said as he calmly leaned on the desk and took a sip of his drink. "The Circle, Angel, Spike...all of them."

"Spike, what the hell are you..." before he could get the words out, Giles produced a tranquilizer gun, shooting Xander twice in the stomach with it. As his eyes rolled to the back of his head, Xander sank to his knee's and fell over, even as the venom from the darts started to make his body decompose.

Hiding the gun, Giles picked up his office chair and threw it at the closed window, sending glass flying. Running back to the desk, he tore a sleeve off of his suit, tussled his hair a bit, and hit the intercom button on the desk.

"This is Rupert Giles, I need help in my office immediately." he said as he glanced down at Xander's massively decomposed body. "A Dagoron demon broke into my office."

"So the games have begun?" a disemboweled voice asked.

"So it would seem." Giles replied, as he cut off the intercom and looked back down at Xander's body. "You know, it's a shame really. I wanted Xander to be there to see what I had planned."

"Do you think he told anyone else?" the voice asked, as Giles picked up the letter and crumbled it in one hand.

"I have no idea, but I believe that he was extremely close to his Slayer, Rona."

"Do you think he told her?"

"Really, I have no earthly idea." Giles said as he drank the last of his scotch.

"Well we can't afford any screw ups. Have her killed, but make it look like an accident to avoid suspicion."

"As you wish." Giles said, turning his smile into a frown as the first of the Slayers filed into the room.

Three Days Later

Winsler Cemetery

Late Afternoon

"I knew Alexander Lavell Harris, for over eight years." Giles was saying, at he stood ontop of a high podium, looking down at the crowds of people that stood gathered for the funeral.

Xander's body and face were so decomposed that they put a vail over his face. They were going to just have a closed casket funeral, but the Slayer's that Xander was in charge of said, that they wanted to put a few things into his casket, before he got buried.

"When we first met, I must admit that I never thought that I would think of him as anything more then a jokester. But now looking down at him, I feel that I've lost a son. Whenever the group was down and out, he would always be there with a grin and a laugh that would make us all feel better...sometimes." he said causing a few people in the crowd to laugh at that. "What, I'm trying to say is goodbye son. And please rest in peace."

Stepping off of the stage, allowing Rona up so she could talk about Xander, he walked by the casket and put a Joker mask into it. When Buffy had asked him, earlier that morning why he chose that as Xander's last present, he had replied that it was the only clown mask that he could find to symbolize Xander's good nature.

"I...I just can't believe that he's gone Buffy." Willow was saying over to the Slayer, as they walked by Xander's coffin. "I mean I talked to him a day before..."

"It's gonna be okay, Will." Buffy tried to comfort her, even though she was feeling depressed herself. All the men she had loved were now gone. Angel, Spike, and now Xander.

"No this isn't going to be okay, Buffy." Willow replied, as she looked over at her, tears stinging her eyes. "Just look at what that thing did to him."

"I can't." Buffy said, as tears now stung at her own eyes. She was trying to be strong for Willow, but she couldn't hold her pain in any longer. "I can't because everytime I look at him, I feel in my heart that I failed to save him. Now, I gotta live with that for the rest of my life."

Not saying another word, the two friends held onto each other and cried until they couldn't anymore. With tears in their own eyes Dawn, Rona, and Kennedy walked by and started to lead them away in the limo.

Remembering her gift, Willow ran back over to the coffin and placed a V for Vendetta comic on Xander's chest. She had stolen it from him when they were little kids and she had jokingly told him that he would only get it back, over one of their dead bodies. That memory of saying that, suddenly hit her, only making her cry that much harder. Watching as they closed the casket and lowered it into the ground, Willow nodded her head before getting into the awaiting limo.

Later That Night

Harsh winds and rain swept through the cemetery, as thunder boomed in the night sky. As little droplets fell from the leaves from the neighboring trees, a lightning bolt suddenly struck the ground where Xander was buried. Then the night was still.

Suddenly a hand burst out from the muddy ground, then another hand, just as Xander's head and shoulders came up. Gasping for air, he pulled himself up onto the grass, and layed there panting. As he did so, an orange glow surrounded him and the rest of his skin started to reappear back on his body.

Collecting himself and calming down a bit, he looked around at the dark cemetery, very fearfully. Shaking from the cold, he stood to his feet and hit something with his foot. Bending down to pick it up he saw that it was, he saw a pale face, green hair, and ruby red lips. It was a dirty Joker mask.

'What...what happened to me?' he asked himself, as he wobbled unsteadily on his feet. After thinking that for a moment, he thought back to his exchange with Giles and what he had did to him.

With new thoughts entering his head, he started to walk uncertainly through the cemetery. If Giles was the one who had done this to him, then he was unsure of who to trust and he had no place to go. If he had've stayed a little while longer, he would have seen the V for Vendetta comic blowing in the wind, even as it's pages started to burn, from where the lightning had struck.

A/N In the next chapter, I'll explain why Xander came back. Also I hope you guys liked this first chapter. I'm gonna try to make this as good as possible. Oh and this will be a short story.

To Be Continued... please review or I can't update