Part: (12/?)
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: Angel thinks of parents.
The movie they see is a film made by a friend of mine. It's called Life and is copyrighted.
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
Notes in other bits:
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The movie was odd. It started in the fashion of those old news reels that used to be shown before a movie. The news reel talked of animation and then it faded into an interview with a design graphic expert, he worked at one of those places that made movies like Jurassic Park. And then the interview shifted to two six year old twins, a boy and girl. It shifted again from them to a twelve year old who barely looked up from his Gameboy while talking. A film student talked about the revolution of animation while shots of all different types of people watching cartoons were spliced into his words. This was followed by a montage of loonytoons, and anime, and claymation, and all other styles of cartoons. The clips were set to a tribal beat so that the actual words of each scene was not heard. There was a disturbing juxtaposition of the Carebears with an extremely violent nazi propaganda cartoon.
Xander watched the screen with rapt interest and was unaware that he was being watched with equal fervor. Darkness was home for the vampire. And so while situated in his natural habitat Angel took the opportunity to study his young lover. Movement was a form of talking, Xander never shut up. His lower lips were chewed, licked, and pursed. Angel couldn't help but mimic the act. He liked to witness the way the boy moved: he thought of it as a lesson as to how he ticked. The way the boy's face lit up when he laughed made Angel want to break, it hurt so badly to look at that happiness. It ached.
The pale neck he stared at was so perfect. He felt his mouth watering, which was never a good thing. In his mind he tried to trace the steps he had taken to completely revert to a teenager with no control over his hormones. Xander's neck was completely unmarred, this fact made Angel nervous. Outside of his neck, there were about thirty square inches of flawless skin. Angel wasn't an idiot, he knew a badly abused body when he saw one. The question then was why had Harris Senior never touched his son's neck? It wasn't out of fear of getting caught. The boy had covered up for the man his whole life and would have instantly donned turtlenecks if the need had arisen. So then what had stopped him? Some of the scared on the seraph's body were deep and frightening, so the man hadn't feared that injuring his son's neck would kill him. He wouldn't have given a damn if he had killed Xander. The only other possibility made Angel's dead blood boil and freeze simultaneously.
"Not that I mind," said Xander suddenly looking at him as the credits started to roll, "but I think I should tell you that you're staring at my neck again."
"I'm just fantasizing about claiming you." Angel's words were half true.
Smiling Xander said, "You were doing that about ten minutes ago when you were looking all dreamy. But you're sporting angry, pensive face now."
"I'm always sporting pensive face." Xander gave him an incredulous look and Angel sighed, "I don't think you want to know."
"Hey," Xander reached out and turned Angel's face to his, "this is me."
Angel swallowed hard as the last person exited the theater. Softly he said, "You have the most perfect neck I've ever seen. I don't like that." He saw Xander flinch and realized how badly he had worded his concern. Quickly he reached over the arm rest and pulled Xand onto his lap so that he could hold him as he spoke. "Some vampires like humans as pets. And some people in the know sell others to vampires. Generally it's parents selling their kids. These people aren't all bad, some are desperate for the money or sometimes a kid is sick and their parents hope the vamp will turn them, save their life. It's complicated I guess. The thing is that the one big stipulation is the condition of the pet's neck. No vamp will buy a human if their neck isn't perfect."
Silently Xander ran his hands over Angel's shoulders. "I'm right here, Angel. No one's sold me yet. Just because people live here doesn't mean they know about these things."
"Xander," Angel said incredulously, "He's drunk not blind." He saw Xander's eyes darken and instantly regretted his words. "I-"
"No one here sees the truth! It wouldn't matter if he was the head of the PTA."
"Down-and-outs see it more easily than the rational folk, they're more apt to believe their eyes." Angel wouldn't drop the subject. The lights came up and Angel smiled apologetically. "And anyway most don't have children who go out every night to put their lives on the line for the "good fight". I'm sorry, I'll shut up. It's just you asked me what was going on in my head and I'm not that great at lying."
"I can't get upset because you're worried. But just keep in mind that I did make it this far. I put a lock on my door and blasted the music of pain aka country, and I survived. I'm not in need of your protection. I don't need the white knight."
"I'm certainly not a white knight, just a vamp with a white hat." Xander smirked, "I'm just a worry wort."
"I never thought I would hear that out of your mouth, Mr. Taciturn." Xander leaned in and kissed him gently. "Let's go home?"
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This is just a short chapter because I needed to get back into the swing. Feedback?
Writer: Az K Mello
Summery: Angel thinks of parents.
The movie they see is a film made by a friend of mine. It's called Life and is copyrighted.
Warning: mega angst. Buffy bashing, don't read it and don't flame. I've warned you, only idiots don't read the liner notes and then bitch.
Notes in other bits:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The movie was odd. It started in the fashion of those old news reels that used to be shown before a movie. The news reel talked of animation and then it faded into an interview with a design graphic expert, he worked at one of those places that made movies like Jurassic Park. And then the interview shifted to two six year old twins, a boy and girl. It shifted again from them to a twelve year old who barely looked up from his Gameboy while talking. A film student talked about the revolution of animation while shots of all different types of people watching cartoons were spliced into his words. This was followed by a montage of loonytoons, and anime, and claymation, and all other styles of cartoons. The clips were set to a tribal beat so that the actual words of each scene was not heard. There was a disturbing juxtaposition of the Carebears with an extremely violent nazi propaganda cartoon.
Xander watched the screen with rapt interest and was unaware that he was being watched with equal fervor. Darkness was home for the vampire. And so while situated in his natural habitat Angel took the opportunity to study his young lover. Movement was a form of talking, Xander never shut up. His lower lips were chewed, licked, and pursed. Angel couldn't help but mimic the act. He liked to witness the way the boy moved: he thought of it as a lesson as to how he ticked. The way the boy's face lit up when he laughed made Angel want to break, it hurt so badly to look at that happiness. It ached.
The pale neck he stared at was so perfect. He felt his mouth watering, which was never a good thing. In his mind he tried to trace the steps he had taken to completely revert to a teenager with no control over his hormones. Xander's neck was completely unmarred, this fact made Angel nervous. Outside of his neck, there were about thirty square inches of flawless skin. Angel wasn't an idiot, he knew a badly abused body when he saw one. The question then was why had Harris Senior never touched his son's neck? It wasn't out of fear of getting caught. The boy had covered up for the man his whole life and would have instantly donned turtlenecks if the need had arisen. So then what had stopped him? Some of the scared on the seraph's body were deep and frightening, so the man hadn't feared that injuring his son's neck would kill him. He wouldn't have given a damn if he had killed Xander. The only other possibility made Angel's dead blood boil and freeze simultaneously.
"Not that I mind," said Xander suddenly looking at him as the credits started to roll, "but I think I should tell you that you're staring at my neck again."
"I'm just fantasizing about claiming you." Angel's words were half true.
Smiling Xander said, "You were doing that about ten minutes ago when you were looking all dreamy. But you're sporting angry, pensive face now."
"I'm always sporting pensive face." Xander gave him an incredulous look and Angel sighed, "I don't think you want to know."
"Hey," Xander reached out and turned Angel's face to his, "this is me."
Angel swallowed hard as the last person exited the theater. Softly he said, "You have the most perfect neck I've ever seen. I don't like that." He saw Xander flinch and realized how badly he had worded his concern. Quickly he reached over the arm rest and pulled Xand onto his lap so that he could hold him as he spoke. "Some vampires like humans as pets. And some people in the know sell others to vampires. Generally it's parents selling their kids. These people aren't all bad, some are desperate for the money or sometimes a kid is sick and their parents hope the vamp will turn them, save their life. It's complicated I guess. The thing is that the one big stipulation is the condition of the pet's neck. No vamp will buy a human if their neck isn't perfect."
Silently Xander ran his hands over Angel's shoulders. "I'm right here, Angel. No one's sold me yet. Just because people live here doesn't mean they know about these things."
"Xander," Angel said incredulously, "He's drunk not blind." He saw Xander's eyes darken and instantly regretted his words. "I-"
"No one here sees the truth! It wouldn't matter if he was the head of the PTA."
"Down-and-outs see it more easily than the rational folk, they're more apt to believe their eyes." Angel wouldn't drop the subject. The lights came up and Angel smiled apologetically. "And anyway most don't have children who go out every night to put their lives on the line for the "good fight". I'm sorry, I'll shut up. It's just you asked me what was going on in my head and I'm not that great at lying."
"I can't get upset because you're worried. But just keep in mind that I did make it this far. I put a lock on my door and blasted the music of pain aka country, and I survived. I'm not in need of your protection. I don't need the white knight."
"I'm certainly not a white knight, just a vamp with a white hat." Xander smirked, "I'm just a worry wort."
"I never thought I would hear that out of your mouth, Mr. Taciturn." Xander leaned in and kissed him gently. "Let's go home?"
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This is just a short chapter because I needed to get back into the swing. Feedback?