Fury of the Beast
Disclaimer: Buffy is owned my Mutant Enemy, the Kindred are owned by White Wolf. Technically, I suppose I own Allandra, she's an OC...somewhat, I guess. Maybe. Not really, now that I think about it.
Here we go, part 15.
Xander slept.
He felt warm. Protected. Safe.
He hadn't felt that for a long time. Just to sleep, dreamless, comfortable, without the nightmares of Spike's gleeful torture on his helpless form.
He stirred slightly, only partially aware as warm hands caressed his face and pushed him slowly back down into the dark recesses of his slumber.
He felt loved, cared for, wanted.
It was a nice feeling.
In the depths of his slumber, Xander smiled.
Allandra watched and cradled the slumbering vampire in her arms.
She cared for him, perhaps even loved him, she knew that now. She could see what he was.
A hero.
A creature of darkness, shunned by the light, condemned at best to exist in indifference.
Xander refused to accept it. He saw the darkness and fought it. Even after becoming a part of it he still fought it.
She'd watched him in the time they spent together. He was not only fighting the demons without, but to reclaim the humanity within.
And doing so in the face of things like Nicholas. Xander's opposite in many ways. Xander had loved life and fought to reclaim it. Nicholas sold himself to move farther and continue his mission, even though it was not worth it.
How many would have sold their souls for power, to rule and grow stronger beyond their wildest dreams?
Allandra had to admit to herself, far, far too many.
Yet Xander had been given the power. He didn't want it, he didn't ask for it. If someone offered to take it from him he would give it all up to become human again. She could tell. Every time he looked out the window, or at happy couples, or even her, he was in pain.
That was why he was a hero.
She only wondered if it were possible for them to be together. He was a vampire. She was an elf. A living elf.
It obviously wasn't healthy. The gods only knew how much she wanted him to look at her with love.
He'd been hurt before, she could see that. He wouldn't say much about it, but it would take time for him to open up.
She could afford to wait a while. She was fifty-four, she had some patience.
She hoped it wouldn't take too long for him to come around. Waiting a century or two wasn't something she desired.
Spike lounged with Beth sitting on his lap. He rather enjoyed it.
Fifty-five years. He'd had her for fifty-five years. It didn't seem that long.
For Spike, it was heaven. And all he had to do to get to Buffy was get rid of Xander Harris.
Good torture seemed to pay off very well. It set off such a lovely chain of events.
First, Willow slowly drove herself insane as she tried more and more dangerous magic to find him. All failed, because Spike had hired the best shamans Wolfram and Hart had to offer.
Tara tried harder and harder to draw Willow out of it, but she wasn't able to intervene in time to prevent Willow from going down that vicious spiral of addiction. Eventually Willow had to be committed.
Spike enjoyed that immensely. Until the day she died, Willow sat in a nice padded room, doped up on drugs and dividing her time between arguing with imaginary people and screaming in terror from intangible demons.
Tara had left Sunnydale to find some way to help Willow restore her mind. Last he heard she was in New York. Then she just vanished off the face of the earth.
Anya had begun to work with Giles, becoming a sales-girl. She rather enjoyed it. Up until she died from a completely normal mugging. It happened less than four months after he took care of droopy. Oddly enough, Spike didn't even need to arrange it.
He kind of regretted that.
Rupert Giles slowly worked himself harder and harder, trying to keep Buffy going. Eventually he became a shell of a man, crushed by the world. Within nine months he collapsed. He couldn't fill in for Buffy's father and all of her friends.
It didn't help that he was being cursed day after day. Slowly and achingly being crushed with the worst of misfortunes. Only the best curses for Spike's enemies.
And Buffy herself. Oh what a sweet peach she'd been.
She left Sunnydale after Giles' death. Grief-stricken. Spike only found her after he'd been informed of her whereabouts by his friend, Hans.
In a million years he never thought he'd find her where he did. He laughed to himself every time he thought about it.
Beth cooed in his ear. "Spikey, I think we can use Xander. Just imagine how vicious he'll be when we get through to him." Spike grinned. "Just tell me what you've got planned, pet. I'm all ears."
Nicholas sat and waited in the sleazy motel in which he was operating out of.
He could feel it. She was near. She'd stayed a step ahead of him ever since she came through the Gate.
His master knew what she was. She had to die. She was too dangerous. Pity. She was rather attractive. Oh well. He needed his master's power. He wouldn't risk losing it now.
It was still a pity she didn't know what she was. Oh well. She'll learn.
Xander slowly woke from his peaceful, dreamless sleep, only to see the beautiful face of Allandra the moment he opened his eyes.
She smiled at him. "Good afternoon, Xander."
He slowly sat up. "You were holding me the entire time I was asleep?" He looked rather embarrassed.
She nodded.
Xander sighed. "Thanks. I needed that. I haven't slept like that since....well...a long time ago."
Allandra nodded. "Would you mind telling me what happened last night? You came in on the verge of flying apart."
Xander sighed, and nodded. "Buffy...my friend, the Slayer..and someone I cared about..is a vampire. Not like me...but a demon with her face. And...I don't know what I can do about it."
Allandra nodded. "I..see." She straightened up on the couch. "What can I do?"
Xander just smiled a bit.
He began to lay out his plan, while Allandra looked more and more apprehensive.
After he'd finished, he stood up. Allandra looked at him with a lot of concern on her face.
"I need to make a phone call." Was all Xander said.
"Angel Investigations, we help the helpless." Said a cheerful voice over the line.
Xander spoke into the phone coldly. "Can I speak with Angel? It's Xander."
"One moment please."
Xander was treated to elevator music as he was put on hold, only increasing his irritation.
A moment later, Angel's voice came over the line. "This is Angel."
Xander blurted out. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Xander? Tell you what?"
"That Buffy was a vampire! Why did you not tell me?!"
"She's...a vampire?" Angel sounded shocked.
Xander took in a few deep breaths. "You didn't know?"
"Obviously not, Xander. Tell me what happened."
Xander quickly ran through the events of the previous night.
Angel just listened, taking in all the information.
"I see...alright Xander, listen to me very carefully. As far as I'm aware, there has been only three Slayers ever turned in the past. The first one is way, way back around the Crusades, a thousand years ago. She was a terror, one of the worst. I heard about it when I was still a vampire." Angel sighed over the line.
He continued. "They say she had powers like those of your Kindred clans, she could go invisible and rip through entire armies on her own."
"So how was she stopped?"
"Werewolves. Lots of them. An entire pack of them rooted her out and descended on her. Eight of them."
"Yeesh. Talk about overkill."
"Not really. Only one of them got out alive."
"Ouch. She was ready for them? Using silver?"
"They wish. They said that she killed them by ripping off limbs and such. Even a werewolf has trouble surviving when someone rips their head off."
"Damn... Alright, since I don't have a few werewolf pals in my back pocket, I could use some suggestions on what to do. She was right in that I couldn't take her, hell, I can't take on a mortal Slayer right now, an immortal one would be a lot worse."
"Only idea I got for you is that you know Buffy. You know how she thinks, how she acts. She may be a demon now, but aside from being evil, she'll think in the same way. She'll want from you what Buffy wanted. A vampire's demon is only as smart as the person it was before it was turned." Angel said.
"You got a point there, Angel. Question is, how do we deal with her now that she's had sixty years experience. I mean she managed to hide from you guys."
"Yeah, and that's bad. I can only guess Spike helped her stay low. I wish I had more answers for you, but I didn't know that the vampire Beth was Buffy. I thought she died over fifty years ago."
"Alright, thanks anyway Angel. I'll talk to you later."
"Take care, Xander."
Xander walked into The Haven, making a beeline for the backroom as he walked. He didn't move quickly, or in a hurry, he just wove his way through the crowd like a snake. Unnoticed unless you're looking for it.
Here and there, Xander detected a Kindred, others just the demonic kind, but here and now wasn't the place to deal with it.
He slipped past the bouncer like a shadow. The human never even knew he was there.
He just walked into the backroom, startling Mike and the redheaded Brujah at his side.
"Catch you at a bad time, hm?" Xander asked, smirking.
Mike looked apprehensive, then folded his hands. "Not at all. What can I do for you, Mister Harris?"
Xander just shrugged. "I don't suppose you'd cut your own head off for me?" He said hopefully, a smile tugging at his lips.
Mike chuckled. "No, I'm rather attached to it. You're treading on very dangerous ground, Mister Harris. Do I dare ask what you've done with Hans?"
Xander scratched his chin, and pretended to think. "Hans, Hans...big guy, blond, worshiper of Hitler, lots of tattoos? Hrm.. Let me think.. Um. Oh yeah! He was looking kinda...dead, last time I saw him. All kind of crumbly and stuff."
The redhead at Mike's side growled, but she was held back by Mike's hand. "Lucille..."
She bit her lip and glared at Xander.
He just smiled back. "Love ya too, sweetie." The glare intensified.
Xander finally turned his total attention back to Mike. "Alright, I'm going to tell you nice and straight. I warned you. You sent the big ape out to help Spike. You didn't play nice. Now I'm going to get nasty."
Unknown to Michael Thanton, at that moment Allandra was in the club, and she casually wandered over and hit the fire alarm.
Mike jumped up from his seat in the moment the bells started to ring. Xander just grinned broader. Without a word he turned and walked out the door.
Patrons were fleeing the club en masse. Within moments, there was nobody in the club but the three vampires.
That was part of the plan, having Allandra leave with the crowd.
Xander just turned around and waited on the dance floor, looking very pleased with himself.
Mike walked out with Lucille at his side, looking very, very angry at this point. Xander smiled to himself. He was angry, and angry people make mistakes. Big ones. It's even easier with vampires, and Kindred. The Beast or the demon didn't like being goaded.
Lucille flexed her fingers, looking at Xander like a rabid dog on the end of a leash and he was the nearest piece of meat to gnaw on. Which was pretty accurate.
Xander just stood there cooly, seemingly relaxed.
Mike looked to Lucille, his own angry broiling. He spoke.
"Kill him." Lucille smiled then, and flexed her hands. Which grew into long, ugly claws.
Xander blinked once, but kept himself from looking concerned.
Lucille jumped at him, growling.
Xander just stepped to the side, letting Lucille sail past him and land on the floor. He watched, completely in control as she rolled to her feet.
She growled at him and leapt at him again, in the same stupid manner.
Xander knew she was in frenzy. His own Beast broiled under the surface, but he was controlling it.
That was the key. It was futile to deny the Beast. To even try was like to try telling a human not to breathe. They could, for a while. A short while. Then their bodies take over and force them to start breathing again. If they don't they'll fall unconscious, and automatically start breathing again. It was natural.
And so it was with the Beast. And thus the same applied. But like the martial artist, the true power of the vampire didn't come from the Beast any more than the true power of a human came from breathing. It was control. Control of oneself.
And while Xander wasn't the best at fighting, even now. He had control. His enemy didn't. That was all he needed.
He moved past Lucille as she jumped at him, pulling his katana from under his coat and swinging in a single motion.
Lucille didn't land in one piece. She landed in three.
She screamed as she landed on the ground, looking at her severed arms in shock. She didn't scream long as Xander swept up behind her and cut her head off.
Xander calmly turned to Mike, the katana raised, with a light sheen of Lucille's blood on it.
Mike tried a different tack. He focused on Xander.
"You don't want to fight me, Mister Harris. We can use someone like you. It would be a shame if something happened to you, Mister Harris. I like your attitude." Mike spoke, using every ounce of willpower the Dominate Discipline granted the Toreador.
Xander grunted, shaking his head quickly, taking a step backwards.
Mike smiled. "You're getting tired, Mister Harris. You've been up all night and day and all you want to do is rest. Don't worry Mister Harris. We'll take good care of you." Xander lowered the sword, growing more and more weary as he was slowly entranced.
Mike now smiled like a predator, advancing on Xander.
Then several things happened.
Something that hit with the force of a sledgehammer hit Michael Thanton of the Toreador Clan in the temple. Blood sprayed out of the small wound even as the sound of the gunshot echoed through the club.
Xander suddenly regained his senses in the moment of the gunshot. Moving forward with a growl, he cut the other Kindred's head off with a single swipe, before Michael could even hit the ground.
He turned to see his rescuer.
Only to see Nicholas calmly blow the smoke from the end of the handgun he'd just fired.
Xander just said. "Ah crap."
Nicholas rose the handgun in Xander's direction. Xander quickly activated Celerity and jumped out of the way. Diving behind the bar, Xander lay flat on the floor as Nicholas unloaded every round of the handgun into the unoffending wall over him.
Nicholas yelled. "Come on, you bloodsucking leech! Don't cower from me! Fight like a man!"
Xander yelled back. "Tell you what, Nicholas! You fight me as you really are and I'll stomp your ass into the ground!" The response was, predictably, more gunfire.
Xander swore under his breath and crawled slowly and silently away from area Nicholas was shooting at.
Nicholas walked towards the bar, his boots thudding on the floor. Moving over the bar, he looked for his quarry.
Xander wasn't there. Nicholas quickly turned around, his gun at the ready.
Xander wasn't there either.
Getting paranoid now, Nicholas swivelled around looking for his target.
Xander leapt out at Nicholas from behind a pillar, swinging his katana, aiming at Nicholas' right arm, which held the handgun.
Nicholas drew back, managing to save his arm, but the sharp katana cleaved the gun in half.
The former hunter was forced to dodge backwards, trying in vain to get to the guns in his coat while keeping his limbs intact.
Xander kept advancing, relentlessly and remorselessly, swinging the katana faster and faster, slowly losing control. The desperation Xander felt in facing this enemy was drawing out the Beast as surely as a rising tide. The pace and thrill of battle flowed through him.
It was the Brujah curse. Their weakness. The Beast is stronger within, it rose to the surface far too readily, too easily. Xander was no different.
As Xander slowly lost his self-control to the Beast within, his movements became more sloppy.
It allowed Nicholas to reach into his coat and pull a machine pistol.
Nicholas was fond of those, Xander recalled in a hazy part of his mind, the part that was still slightly sane.
Seventeen bullets exited the firing chamber of Nicholas' machine pistol in rapid succession.
Four of them missed Xander outright. As Nicholas adjusted his fire, each succeeding bullet moved closer to Xander's center mass, pushing Xander back three feet from the force of the bullets hitting his torso.
Xander collapsed on the floor, grunting.
Nicholas just smirked.
"Still a rookie, vampire. Too bad I had to wait so long to get to you." He spoke, pure hatred on his face.
Xander climbed to his feet, growling. The Beast was in command.
He dropped the katana and lunged at Nicholas, striking out with an uncoordinated, yet extremely powerful, punch, that took Nicholas off his feet and slammed him into the bar.
Nicholas stumbled to his feet, his features rippling. "Alright, you want to play, vampire. Let's play."
Vanessa ran towards the Haven, having seen people run away from it. The bells in the distance told her the fire alarm had been tripped, but she didn't see any smoke, and her supernatural sense was telling her there were several vampires inside.
Along with something...else.
As she rounded the corner of the block, she could feel one vampire vanish from her sense. One dead.
As she approached the door, she felt another one die.
She snuck in the front door just as gunfire went off. That...something, she couldn't describe, was shooting at Xander who was hiding behind the bar.
'At least it feels like Xander, I haven't met any other vampires that give off that kind of vibe.'
She hid behind a pillar, watching as Xander tried in vain to injure the Hunter.
She watched impassively as Xander was shot several times.
She blinked as Xander climbed to his feet and slammed Nicholas back into the bar.
And when Nicholas' features starting shifting, rippling like there was something else underneath, she froze up.
Her sense went insane, for a moment she couldn't sense anything as the field of sheer power burst out from him.
Visually, she took note as Nicholas burst into flame, Xander instinctively retreating from the sudden output of flames.
The flames wrapped around Nicholas and coalesced into a wall, circling around him and obscuring him from view. Xander shook his head ferally, trying to get back under control.
The flames faded, leaving a scorched floor and ceiling. But where a human, or human-appearing person was, stood a smoking, ebony-black Devil Knight.
Xander quickly rolled behind him and snatched up the katana he was using earlier.
Nicholas struck out with a single, fast punch. Striking Xander in the chest.
Xander ended up taking flight, coming to an abrupt halt as his back smacked on the very pillar Vanessa was hiding behind.
He groaned and slumped to the ground.
The devil laughed, advancing on Xander with deliberate slowness.
Vanessa sprung out from behind the pillar, smacking Nicholas in the face with a foot.
He grunted and fell back a foot, then he rose his hands into a defensive martial arts stance.
Vanessa grinned with the challenge, and she moved in, striking out as fast as she can, aiming for his face. He countered by slapping her hands out of the way and striking out at her stomach.
Like Xander before her, the single blow lifted her off her feet and sent her flying across the dance floor. She fell to the ground in a heap, coughing up blood.
Xander, meanwhile, staggered to his feet. He deliberately put himself between Nicholas and Vanessa.
Nicholas tilted his horned head. "You could have gotten away by now, vampire. Yet you still fight me? I must say I'm shocked, you've got some balls."
Xander just shrugged, willing his wounds to close. "I'm not going to let you kill somebody who can help people just so you can get your jollies. Besides, you've got this annoying habit of trying to kill me and other people I care about."
Nicholas snorted. "Holing up with the little elf, huh? You know she's just using you."
Xander cracked his knuckles. "Is it so totally out of your realm of reasoning that a person can have a friend, hm?"
Nicholas just laughed. "You're a vampire, you don't have friends. For you, people fall into three categories. Ally, slave and enemy."
Xander replied. "Said the pot to the kettle." He shrugged. "Thing is, Nicholas. I had my humanity ripped from me, you sold yours. And since you're not giving me a choice, I'm going to have to make sure your debtor collects soon."
Nicholas laughed again. "You fool. You have no idea what you're dealing with."
Xander just hunched down and got into a defensive combat stance.
Nicholas charged at Xander, swinging those massively powerful punches of his.
Xander ducked under the first punch, activating Celerity, and kicked out at Nicholas' stomach.
The devil just grunted, backing up a little bit.
Xander pressed his momentary advantage, slamming into Nicholas with a classical football tackle.
Nicholas fell to the ground in a heap, with Xander on top of him. Xander kept slamming his fist into Nicholas' face, healing his hand every time a bone broke.
However, between one punch and the next, Nicholas grabbed Xander's hand and crushed it like a normal human would crush a piece of cardboard tubing.
Xander howled in pain.
Nicholas kicked Xander off of him easily, rising to his feet in a single motion.
Xander lay on the ground near Vanessa who was struggling to breathe. He looked up to see Nicholas advancing on them both with murder in his glowing red eyes.
Then a gunshot hit the devil in the chest, knocking him back. Then another. Then another.
Eventually the devil collapsed. And then he vanished in a swirl of flames.
Xander wearily got up and looked at his savior.
Serena smirked at Xander, casually sliding the shotgun she'd used into her coat. She nodded to Vanessa and said two words.
"Help her."
Xander nodded, gingerly picking Vanessa up in his arms. When he turned around to look..Serena was no longer there.
Sandra gave a start as someone knocked on the door to her and Vanessa's flat.
'Vanessa only left for patrol two hours ago, who could it be?' She thought to herself.
She got up off her couch and opened the door to see the most unexpected sight.
A young man, bruised, bloodied and torn, held an unconscious Vanessa Stevens in his arms.
"She's hurt, she managed to tell me this is where she wanted to be brought before she got knocked out." He managed to say.
She nodded and took Vanessa from him, turning around and setting her down on the couch.
Without invitation or notice by the Watcher, Xander stepped into the flat and closed the door.
Sandra tended to Vanessa's injuries carefully, leaving Xander to look around the flat unobtrusively.
Sandra looked up from Vanessa and to Xander. "Thank you for bringing her here, sir. Your assistance is appreciated."
Xander nodded, his face humorless. "Is she going to be alright?"
Sandra nodded. "Just some bruising is all, she should be up and about in the morning without a problem." She didn't mention the splintered rib or internal bleeding. Vanessa's Slayer healing should take care of that.
Xander watched Sandra suspiciously, then nodded. "Good, then maybe you can help me out. She and I tangled with something very deadly today, I'd like to know what it was and what, if possible, could be done to kill it."
Sandra raised an eyebrow. "It? I don't know what you mean, young sir." Xander sighed, tapping his chin. "Um...how did that go. Oh yeah." Xander cleared his throat. "Where do you want me to start, the speech with the 'The world is older than you know...' or 'Hi, I know all about the Slayer'?"
Sandra sighed and sat down on a padded chair. "All right." Quickly she grabbed a cross and tossed it to Xander, who caught it reflexively.
He smirked, then grimaced and moved it to his left hand, even as Sandra moved to get a stake. "Hey, hey, splinter, ow, ow. You haven't sanded these down for a while, huh?" Xander then held the cross towards Sandra without the slightest amount of discomfort with it resting on his bare skin. "Satisfied?"
Sandra nodded. "I hope you understand, even though you walked in uninvited it is possible she gave one to you previously, so if you'd been a vampire..."
Xander chuckled. "Yeah, no offense taken. I get it. But for now, let's see what we can find in those books, huh?"
Vanessa had been sound asleep, the familiar voice of Sandra and an unfamiliar one slowly rousing her from her forced slumber.
She opened her eyes.
Then she shut them again.
'Ouch, ouch, bright. Painful, ouch. Damn, I feel like I've gone ten rounds with Master Morris back in training.'
She opened her eyes, more cautiously this time. "Sandra?"
Sandra appeared at her side, holding a cup of tea. "Welcome back, Vanessa." She said.
Gratefully, Vanessa took the cup.
"Yeah, welcome back, Vanessa. Hope you don't mind that we watched over you while researching." Xander spoke.
She'd have shook her head if she didn't know it'd probably knock her out again. "Yeah..no trouble."
Now she remembered. 'He kept Beth from killing me once and now he kept me from being killed by that demon knight, I don't mind, even if he's a vamp-...oh shit, he is! Then how'd he get in? I just told him where to go before I blacked out..and ow my head!'
Sandra spoke. "Vanessa, are you alright?"
Vanessa nodded. "Yes, I'll be okay. What was it, anyway? You seemed to know him.." She said, looking to Xander.
Xander shrugged. "I did, a while back. I saw him in his new bod once earlier before, but this time he was a lot stronger, plus I thought I'd killed him then. So now, Sandra and I have been researching as to what. Thanks to my skills as Research Boy, we've found out."
Sandra smiled and nodded. "Yes, Xander's quite good at researching. In any case, we've found out what it is." Sandra moved over to her kitchen table and picked up an open book, with a picture of a Devil Knight on it, wielding an impressive sword. "It looked like this in its demon form, yes?"
Vanessa just nodded.
Sandra nodded and picked up from where she left off. "Yes, well. The Devil Knights are the elite warriors of the dark forces. They are several levels above other demons, designed and bred for warfare. Most are born in the depths of Hell, but others are made from lesser demons, enhanced by the powers and techniques of their lords."
Xander spoke up. "Yeah, that sounds about right, but would one of them make one out of a human?"
Sandra nodded. "Some of them, yes, if the human was of exceptional abilities and opened himself up, he would."
Xander looked wary. "Opened himself up?"
Sandra sighed. "There are several ways, if the person was in a coma or brain-dead, they'd be vulnerable. Others would be if the person in question invited possession-"
Xander rose his hands. "Whoa whoa whoa, back up. He's possessed?"
Sandra smiled faintly. "In a manner of speaking. The lord in question has to alter the person by creating a specific demon to enter the person's body. After the demon takes hold of the body, it creates those alterations which you've seen to create the warrior form, the form of the Knight."
Xander nodded. "Okay, I can buy that."
Sandra continued. "Now, depending on the lord they serve or are descended from, each Knight has abilities which correspond. Judging from how you described his transformation, I would guess that this person made a pact with one of the higher level devils, a fire elemental. Perhaps Abbadon or Malfor, or even Ifrit."
Vanessa rubbed her face. "Right, so Nicholas has some powers of fire. How does that help us?"
Sandra looked at Vanessa. "He will have the corresponding weaknesses as well. Deep cold would work, but it would not be easy. Frankly speaking, it's always easier to heat something up than cool it off. As for defeating one in melee combat, you'd have to overwhelm his defenses. Decapitation would work, although defeating a Devil Knight is extremely difficult."
Vanessa scrunched up her face. "How so?"
Sandra sighed. "They're as good as Slayers. Better, even, if specifically trained in certain ways."
Xander looked at his watch.
'He's probably worried about the sunrise.'
True to her assumption, he stood up.
Xander didn't look at all worried, but she could feel he had a mild sense of urgency. "I've got to go, there's somebody at home waiting for me, she's probably worried."
'Allandra, no doubt. I wonder if he plans to turn her. No, he probably wouldn't. If he wanted someone strong turned he could have taken me.'
Xander walked to the door, and opened it.
And stopped.
"Hello Xander." Beth said, standing unconcerned on the doorstep of the Watcher's home.
Ho boy. Well, the clock's ticking on Nicholas' damnation, Ifrit's bored and wants to play, and what is Buffy going to do with Xander? Tune in next wee....er...update, I guess.
Anyway, hope you guys like it, please review.
See you later.
Nick.