A/N I added a little scene with Buffy and Willow talking about Xander as well as them finding out a little more about him and plus there's gonna be a few surprises in this chapter. As always thanks for the reviews and I hope you guys like this newest chapter.

Chapter 2

Hollow Grave

Place Unknown

Harps being played and the laughter of children, could be heard as a figure stood before a crystal ball. Shaking her head in disgust at what she had seen, she threw back the hood of her white robe, revealing a beautiful woman with short brown hair.

"I hope, I'm not disturbing you Seer?" a voice asked from behind her. Turning she smiled as an angel approached her.

"No, you're not disturbing me at all, Micheal." she replied with a sad smile. "On the contrary, I need your help."

"I am at your disposal." he said with a bow, his golden locks of hair falling over his face.

"There's something on earth...a demonic force that's trying to take over. And if my prediction is right, it will."

"The champions of earth..."

"Won't see it coming, because someone they love and trust is involved." she cut him off. "Which is why, I need your help. I wanted you to send me down..."

"That cannot be done Seer. We have already bent the rules for you once and allowed you to warn Angel of the Circle."

"And now he and his team are dead." she replied, as he looked at her startled.

"That cannot be." he said walking past her and looking into her crystal ball. "The Shanshu..."

"Will go unfulfilled, I know. But that's not the problem now...some dark old force is rising."

"Then I suppose that we should do something about that. But the problem is you can't go back to earth." Micheal said, thinking.

"There is one thing that we can do. Someone I knew in my previous life just died..."

"I don't like that look on your face Seer." Micheal said as he took a few steps back.

"He's very perceptive and he'll catch on to what's going on. All you have to do is give him a little of your power and resurrect hi..."

"Why do I feel like, I'm going to regret this?" Micheal asked himself, as he rolled his eyes at the Seer. Doing a bit of magick an orange mist floated out of his body. "Your request is granted, but be warned that his ressurrection will only last for a short time. To have true closure to the legacy of Angel and William the bloody their vampiric strength, reflexes, and power will be at his disposal. Now tell me where he's buried."

'I might not be able to go back, but I can still send a message to someone. Now where the hell is she?' The Seer thought to herself as she turned back to the crystal, surprised that her target was so close. "Alright, dweeb it's time for you to wake up."

Inside Xander's Grave

As a bolt of lightning struck Xander's grave, the orange mist from before swirled around the head, which was a skull with much of the skin rotting off and the hair decaying.

As the mist moved around the body, the eyeballs reappeared, the skin and hair repaired themselves, and it resolved into Xander, wide-eyed and gasping. Taking the veil off of his head, he looked around, panting, with an expression of extreme fear. After a moment he suddenly figured out that he was inside of his own coffin.

With a tear falling down his cheeks, he pounded frantically on the sides, trying to scream but no sound would come out. Looking terrified, continued pounding, banging on the inner lid just inches from his face. With a whimper, he began to rip away the cloth that covered the inside of the lid, grunting with exertion as the cloth ripped.

Letting out a low cry, he punched it so hard that his fist went through the wood. Sitting up, mud began to rain down on him as he pulled at the wood, widening the hole. Clawing madly at his muddy grave, a few things clinging to his body, he finally managed to get out of his coffin and fell to the muddy ground.

Wobbling unsteadily on his feet, he looked around then down at his tombstone, through heavy sheets of rain. Not believing what he was seeing, he turned to leave but his foot hit something. Looking down he picked it up and saw that it was the mask of one of Batman's greatest enemies. The Joker.

As he thought about what happened to him, revenge and anger filled his heart as he thought about Giles' betrayal. The first thing that came to his mind was that if a man like him, a father figure, could do such a thing that he probably couldn't trust any of his friends. Walking off into the night, feeling as though he was going to pass out, he stumbled around because everything was blurry and indistinct.

Walking towards the gated area, he squinted and frowned at the unrecognizable objects. Even the one that stepped out in front of him.

" Ello kitten." a british voice said, smiling widely at him. "The stars told me that you would be 'ere."

"Dru?" he asked, as he recognized the voice. As his eyes finally focused, he saw the beautiful vampiress, in a black gothic dress, smiling warmly at him before finally passing out. Before he could hit the dirty ground again, Dru rushed forward, her demonic power pushing her as she caught him inches from the mud.

Making a clicking noise with her tongue, she picked him up and cradled him in her arms.

"Fret not kitten. Mummy's 'ere." with that said she took off with him, into the night.

Watcher's Headquarters

Sametime

"Any luck finding, Faith?" Willow asked Buffy as she walked into the kitchen area of the Council and handed her a soda.

"Like, I figured, she took Angel's death harder then I thought." Buffy said as she sat on the window seal and looked out into the rainy night. "I went to her room earlier today and I bumped into her. Most of her stuff was packed and she said that she was leaving."

"Did she say when she'd be back or where she's going?" Willow asked as she pulled up a chair and sat beside her. Her and Faith had long buried the hatchet that they had against one another. After awhile they even started to like each other.

"No, but I think she said she was going back to Boston for awhile." Buffy said as she opened her soda and took a sip of it. "She was acting real shirty though and it gave me the wiggins."

"Shirty?" Willow asked with a raised eyebrow. "Is that even a word?"

"She was acting like she was hearing a voice in her head." Buffy continued, ignoring her friends comment. "I was going to try to stop her, but you know how she is."

"Yeah." Willow replied, as they fell into an uncomfortable silence. That was until, Willow saw a tear fall out of Buffy's eye. Seeing that her friend was watching her, she hurried to wipe them away. "Hey, let's talk about something else. Maybe that'll cheer you up." Willow said perking up a bit.

"Isn't that what we're doing now, Will?" Buffy asked with a smile. "We're talking right?"

"Yeah, but just not about the right thing. I think we need to talk about Xander."

"No Will I..."

"My first memory of him was when we were five." Willow said thinking of times past. "We had just started kindergarden and Cordelia started picking on me. I didn't have any friends at all so I went to a corner and started crying."

"That's so sad." Buffy said as she held the witches hand. Her story just served as a reminder that she had missed much of Willow and Xander's lives and that she had only known them a short period of time. It also reminded her of how shy, Willow used to be. But looking at her now, she smiled at how much she had grown.

"Yeah, but that was until Xander came along. He totally ignored Cordelia and her group and came over to play with me. We've been friends ever since."

"That reminds me of when I first met him." Buffy, said as she put her back to the window and turned around. "He was the first friendly face that I met in Sunnydale."

As the two went on about their friend and the ups and downs in their lives, Willow suddenly took a book out of her backpack and handed it to Buffy.

"What's this?" Buffy asked as she started to flip through the book and saw some dates.

"It's Xander's journal." Willow replied as, Buffy met her gaze. "I was cleaning out his room when I found it. He started it around the same time you came into town."

"I...I can't believe this." Buffy said as she read the first line on the first page. 'I met this beautiful blonde named Buffy today.'

"Before you get to far in the journal, I think there's a few things you need to know."

"Like what?"

"Well, about Angel." Willow said as she started to fidget. "Or Angelus instead. You remember when you had the flu when Angel lost his soul?"

"Yeah." Buffy said closing the book.

"Well, Xander stayed behind to watch over you. Angelus came round and he was gonna turn you that night..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Will. I don't remember anything like that happening."

"That's because Xander stopped him, before he could make it past the waiting room. And according to his journal he did it without even having a stake or cross."

Still not totally believing what Willow had told, her Buffy skipped to that night in Xander's journal. After reading it, she skipped to another and then another. At that moment she couldn't decide whether to be angry at Xander or if she should count her blessing's that he was even around. But knowing Buffy, she decided with anger first. Especially when she read the part about him lying to her when she had to send Angel to hell.

"That idiot." Buffy said as she closed the book and sat it down on the window seal. "I can't believe that he was lying to me this whole time."

"You read that part about Angel didn't you?" Willow asked as she picked up the book.

"Not just that...it's all of it!" Buffy shouted as she threw her hands up in frustration.

"Think about it Buffy, if you knew the truth what would it have changed?"

"Everything!" Buffy shouted again, before calming down. "Xander was my heart, Will. I could look at him and Dawn and think...hey this is what I'm fighting for." she said as she put her head in Willow's lap. "When he would smile at me and tell me a joke, even in our worst situations he would always make me feel better and give me hope."

"I know." Willow said, trying not to cry as she softly stroked Buffy's hair. "I know."

"But now after reading this...I...I just feel that I didn't know him at all."

"Despite everything he was still Xander, Buff."

"I know but...he was more of a hero then I ever was. And...and he kept that smile like nothing happened. Even after the things I said to him. And just to think, all this time I've been trying to keep him safe and he was doing the same for me. Why didn't he tell me about this?"

"You know how Xander is..." Willow replied as she kept stroking Buffy's hair. "He always has to play the hero."

"I'm gonna kill that thing, Will." Buffy said as her eyes suddenly flashed with anger. "Whatever did this to him, I'm gonna find it and rip off it's head."

"Mmmm." a voice said, clearing his throat. Looking up they saw Giles standing in the doorway. "I hope, I'm not interrupting anything?"

"No." Buffy replied, quickly as she stood up and wiped off her tears. "Now what's the what? Did you find out anything new about Xander's killer?"

"No, but it does slightly involve him." he replied as he took off his glasses to polish them. "I hate to talk about this at such a time, but with Xander's death and Faith's sudden dissappearance, we need someone to take on a more authoritative position."

"Who did you have in mind?" Buffy asked as she crossed her arms.

"I was actually thinking of making Rona a senior Slayer. She'll have all the rights and benefits that you and Faith shared and she would be in charge of the Slayer's that Xander led."

"Rona?" Willow asked in disbelief. "I think she's a nice girl and all, but she just doesn't seem like leadership material."

"I agree with her, Giles." Buffy said as she walked up to him. "If anybody were to become a Senior Slayer, then I would have to say that it should be Kennedy. I mean she took charge of Faith's group since she left."

"Oh none sense, Buffy." Giles replied as he put his glasses back on and turned to leave. "Rona's a Slayer and there for a natural born leader. And since she was Xander's favorite, I think that her promotion will help to lift everyone's spirits. I'll tell her the good news...good night."

As he left, Willow and Buffy looked over at each other in disbelief. Something was definately wrong with their Watcher.

Groaning in pain, Xander felt that he was laying on something soft. Opening his eyes...

"My eyes?" Xander said in the plural as his hand immediately went to his face. And sure enough the scarred tissue that was once all that was left of his eye was gone and was replaced by his real eye.

Snapping out of his reverie, he finally looked around at his surroundings. He was in a main room of what seemed to be a place that was underground. It was filled with an amazing collection of human culture and dolls that littered the floor. There was art that spanned from the renaissance to the painted covers of Eerie comics, literature that ranged from Shakespeare to Spillane, philosophy from Plato to Bukowski, and a vast collection of nonfiction.

As he was about to step out of the bed, his hand suddenly brushed up against something. Looking down at it, he flung it across the room as he saw that it was a Joker mask.

'God, I hate clowns.' he thought to himself as he rose out of the bed.

"Is my lil' kitten afraid?" Drusilla asked as she emerged out of the shadows, making Xander jump back in fright.

"Well, I wasn't until now." Xander commented dryly, as he backed up against a wall, desperately looking for a weapon.

"I'm not going to harm you silly." Dru commented as she got in his face and leaned down to smell on his face and neck. "Because you're already dead."

"You...you turned me?" he asked. 'I don't feel like a vampire...well how the hell would I know how being a vampire is like anyway?'

"No...no my dear." she replied, as she licked the base of his neck to his ear. "But you are my Not-Daddy."

"Your...Dru what the hell are you talking about?" he asked. 'And how the hell did Spike put up with her for so long. She's nuts.' She then frowned at him, leaving him to wonder if she had read his thoughts or not.

"You're my new daddy you are. Can't you feel his power?" she asked as she caressed his face. "Poor not Daddy and my Spike. They're gone now in the fire." she said as she pulled him into a hug and cried into his chest.

Startled all he could do was hold him in his arms and pat her on the back. Thinking of what she had said, his mind went to Giles and then back to Angel. And now that he thought about it, he did feel different. Like a foriegn power invaded his body. He felt powerful... agile... dangerous.

As Dru let go of him, he took a good look at her face and then into her eyes. He saw that she was sincere about everything that she had said and that she wouldn't hurt him, but yet as he looked deeper he saw a sparkle of light in her. It was beautiful but almost blinding. He made a mental note to ask her about that, but at the time being he needed some more information.

"Dru what did you mean by me being your new...daddy?" he asked calmly, even though that wasn't what he was feeling. With a sad smile on her face she reached for him and not turning away he held her hand.

"Your queen, spoke to me in me dreams she did." she said as she danced around, as if hearing some kind of music. "She told me that it was your birthday and that you would get something shiny."

"Something shiny?" he asked, as he thought about it. "Are you talking about a soul?"

"Yes, your shiny and my daddies shiny, and Spike's shiny." she said as she poked him in the chest, with her long finger. "You have them all, swirling around in you now." she said as she pulled him into a dance, which he easily, if not clumsily fell into the step of.

Thinking a moment at her meaning, Xander shuddered a little. He couldn't believe that he had to share his body with Angel and Spike's shinies...souls. Putting that on the back burner for now, he asked another question.

"What about, Giles...what did my queen tell you about him?"

"That bloody owl...isn't what he seems...oh Alex it's horrible. Just horrible."

"What do you mean, Dru?" Xander asked as he stopped the dance. It was like they were having a wierd sort of prom, mostly because he was wearing a tuxedo. "What do you mean that he's not what he seems?"

"He's a puppet he is. A puppet for the thing that lies below." she said pointing to the ground.

"Are you talking about, Satan?" Xander asked, as she pulled him into another dance, while putting her head on his chest.

"No, Alex...no I'm talking about the other thing. The First..."

"The First! But..."

"We're the only one's that can stop it. Me, the dark Slayer, and the one that laughs." she said as she picked up the Joker mask that he had tossed to the floor. "Your queen made that our destiny."

"My queen? Who, who is my queen. Is it Willow...Buffy...?"

"Why are you asking me?" she asked him seriously. "Can't you tell that, I'm crazy?"

'That and more.' he thought to himself. "Honestly Dru, and I never thought that I would say this, but you're all I got. Until I can figure out what's going on you're the only friend I have."

"No...he is too." she said as she handed him the mask. "And your dark Slayer..."

"Which is who?" he asked, only for her to give him a look. "Right you don't know."

"Of course I do." she said with a pout. "I'm not crazy."

"Alright, Dru." he started with a roll of his eyes. "Just tell me everything that my...queen told you." because if he couldn't trust his friends, he knew that he had to do something. What...at the moment he didn't know. And looking down at the mask, he wondered how such a thing would fit into the equation.

One Week Later

Night

Rona wondered the streets of London, alone, with the strict order of Giles to patrol by herself. She was happy about the promotion that she had gotten, but something was definately wrong with the old Watcher.

But her mind wouldn't let her think of that, at that moment. Her thoughts were strictly consumed with Xander. When they had first met, she had thought of him as nothing more then a smart mouthed goofball. But upon spending time with him, she found that he really cared for her. In her hometown of Georgia, white folk were only nice to her if they wanted to use her for something. But not him...he was never like that...he was different. He was always patient with her, he never lost his temper, and he took his time in training her.

Picking up a demonic presense, she turned only to fly off her feet by a powerful punch. Turning her downward spiral into a roll, as the ground came quickly to her, she sprang to her feet. Looking around herself and getting into a defensive position, she saw that it was a demon that hit her.

The demon had long, pointed ears sticking out of his cheeks, with uneven gray skin. It had a long nose and was wearing his hair in a tacky, greasy comb-over. Otherwise, he dressed like a normal person, only wearing a tuxedo.

"Hey ugly, ready to rumble?" she asked as she took out a dagger.

"Now was that really necessary?" the demon asked as it snapped it's fingers, even as two more demons came out of the shadows. "And I wasn't even going to do this for fun, just for the money. Oh well..."

Before he lunged forward they all heard a maniacal laugh, that filled the air. Looking around for the source of it, they saw a dark shape land a few inches behind Rona. Standing up from it's crouch, they saw that it was a man wearing an all black tuxedo, a black cloak, and a fedora styled hat. But the strangest thing about him, however, was the mask that he wore. It had an all white face, with green hair, and ruby red lips that stood frozen in a sick and twisted smile.

Sensing something behind her, Rona shot out a leg only for it to be caught in a tight grip. Turning, she saw the figure that the demons had seen and frowned. Even though she had never seen him before, he somehow seemed familiar to her.

"Careful my dear." the masked man said, in an distorted voice as he let go of her leg. "This night is not meant for mistakes."

"Hmmm...two for the price of one." the lead demon said, with a sneer in both of their directions. "This'll be a fun night."

"Leave this to me, my dear." the figure said as he stepped out in front of Rona and threw his cloak back, revealing a belt with over six long, razor sharp knives strapped to it. "Answer me boys... is Mr. Giles paying you alot to kill this girl?"

"How did you..."

"Ahhh... just kill him." the lead demon ordered as they all ran forward.

In his clenched fist of black leather, Rona saw a flash of steel in the strangers hand. Before she knew it, he ran forward in an attack and at once she knew that he was no normal human being.

A single blow sent the leader and the largest of the demon's flying backwards, where it crashed into a wall, breaking it's neck on impact. Rona noted that the figure did it however with more than his strength, it was also his incredible speed.

Seeing one of the demons pull out a gun, she was about to issue out a warning but before the hammer fell, a knife was buried in it's chest and -- before the body fell, the knife was gone. Ducking a clawed attack, from behind, the starnger thrusted both of his knives backwards, impaling the demon behind him. It took a handful of seconds, but three bodies lay on the ground dead.

"Good evening." the masked man said as he placed his, blood dripped, knives back on his belt and walked towards the black Slayer.

"Who -- Who are you?" Rona asked as she took a step back. She could sense tons of demonic energy off him, but a voice in the back of her mind said that she should trust him. It was the same voice that often spoke to her whenever she was around Xander.

"Me? I imagine all manner of names shall be heaped upon my humble visage but, for now, let me simply say that I am the villain." he replied as he threw wide his cloak and bowed deeply to her.

Xander couldn't risk exposing his true identity until he could figure out if he could trust her or not. He was just glad that he had thought to get a voice scrambler or Rona would have immediately recognized him. It was also funny that his new found power allowed him to instantly immitate moves that he had seen. He had to watch old Batman and Bruce Lee movies in order to get his moves right.

"That sounded so corny." Rona replied as she crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.

"Well let me try this another way." he said as he turned around and quickly slashed the letter x into a poster behind him, before turning back around. "You may call me X, Rona. And I was sent here to stop an assassination attempt on your life, that was ordered by Rupert Giles."

"You're lying...Giles would never..."

"Never say never my sweet."

"They were only after me, because I'm the... a Slayer. And why the hell should I trust you anyway?" she asked.

"Because, I just saved your life and I have bigger weapons." he said as he twirled the knives around in his hands.

"I can take care of myself..."

"Would you like to test that theory?" he asked as he looked over her shoulder. Following his line of vision she turned and saw ten more, of the same kind of demon, advancing towards them.

"Fuck!" she yelled out as she took a few steps back.

"Come with me and I shall see you to freedom." X replied as he sheathed his knives, even as they heard the first of the demons growls. Not giving her the time to reply, in a blink, he scooped her up and dashed into the shadows of a narrow alleyway, dissappearing into the night.

Stepping out of the shadows, Andrew sighed as his demons ran towards him.

"Estebe demonos." as he said the command the demons turned back around and ran off. Closing the camcorder lense, he looked towards where X and Rona had run off too. "Giles isn't gonna like this... he isn't gonna like this at all." with that said he turned and walked back to the Watcher's Council, hoping to whatever god that would listen that Giles wouldn't kill him on the spot.

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