Disclaimer: Okay okay I don't own Xander or anything in the Buffyverse... but oh boy if i did own Xander... giggles like a school girl well...anyway..
AN: Okay, this of course is the third chapter in my story and I'm actually thinking of discontinuing it for the time being. I'm having a hard time with this story for some reason. Actually I think the reason is because I had started it as a first person perspective and I'm not very good at that type.
Special Thanks to my only reviewer SquirlyForSpike because if it wasn't for your reviewsI would of most likely quit publishing on the bases of getting no feedback positive or otherwise.
"Buffy" He rasped out. "Help me please. Oh God, Buffy please help me." A smirk slowly spread across Buffy's face. The smirk held no humor or playful mischievous only hate and rage.
Hanging from chains, in a slightly run down room in an old mansion was Xander Harris. Naked and bloody, his prone and weak form hung limply in the air. His arms stretched out, and feet bound together he was in the famous crucifixion position a successful attempt at mocking his attempt to be Buffy's hero, her savior. Lashes from a whip covered his back creating crisscross scars. After the whip came the hot poker, then the knife, and finally the castration. His body was broken, and his mind was following the very same path.
"Help?" Buffy questioned haughtily "Why would you need my help? I mean you got yourself into this situation, can't you get yourself out of it?"
"Buffy" Xander tried to continue, but his voice didn't have enough left to form words. The screams had left his throat raw. He tried again though anyway, but he just didn't have the strength
"No, don't you dare Buffy me Xander." She snarled, spittle flying from her mouth as she spoke with such hate and disgust that to Xander it was worse than the physical torture from Angelus. It was torturing his very soul. "I mean you thought you could kill my Angel? He's a master vampire Xander, and your just an ordinary… well, I was going to say guy but now I guess your not much of a man anymore are you Xan? No not anymore your not, and you deserved everything you got. Its what you get for being so jealous of me and my love that you tried to kill him."
Again, he tried to form the words, but still unable to he couldn't even lift his head up off his chest to see her face. Not that he wanted to, no the hate and anger in her voice was killing him enough. To actually see it on her face would be too much. Couldn't she see why he had tired? How it was killing her soul. How it wasn't Angel he was trying to kill but Angelus? Apparently not, but that didn't mean he deserved this torture. He wanted to explain himself to try and reason with her, but he could not.
Stepping out from under the darkened doorway was Angelus, a wicked smile across his demonic face. He casually swaggered over to Buffy, wrapping one arm around her waist, and the other one right below her breasts.
"You really shouldn't talk to the decorative pieces lover, you might start taking after Dru." His voice was teasing, with an underlying of malice.
Hearing the voice of his torturer, Xander slowly forced his head up from his chest to look at the two of them. What he saw truly tortured his soul. Buffy and Angelus were locked in a passionate and heated kiss. His hands roamed up and down her body. One slide up her skirt, and her legs parted willingly. Not bearing to see anymore, Xander dropped his head back down.
Eventually, the couple broke apart. Buffy once again started to degrade, and belittle Xander, while Angelus approached Xander a hot poker materializing into his hand from out of thin air.
"You really deserve this Xander you really do" Buffy said. "You should have just minded your own business. I am the slayer after all." With that Angelus roughly jabbed him in the stomach.
Screaming loudly, I practically shot up from my bed. Shaking slightly and covered in a light coating of sweat, I try to slow my breathing and get a hold of myself. Glancing over at my alarm clock I'm shocked to see that its only 8:30. I had only managed to get a little over 2 hours of sleep. Placing a hand over my heart I try to still my breathing.
The dream felt so real, it truly felt as if he was being stabbed with that hot poker. What felt even more real was the aching in my heart as I recalled what all Buffy said. A loud banging on my door interrupted my thoughts.
"What the hell is going on in their boy?" a gruff and slightly muffled voice yelled out from the other side of the door.
"Not now" I whisper to myself, a since a dread filled my stomach, in strangely the same place where Angelus had stabbed me in my dreams.
"Was that really necessary Brother?" She asked, glancing over at her brother.
"This lower being cannot be allowed to interfere with our champions my dear Sister. We have already decided on a path to follow, and all are pieces are in play." Her brother replied.
"He is not an ordinary lower being, he is of the random."
"That is why I cannot allow him to do what he is planning on doing." He replied again. "He has already defied prophesy once by bring back the girl, I will not allow him to further disrupt our plans."
"You know as well as I do that he did not defy a prophecy. The Slayer Buffy Summers did in fact die just like it was written. The fact that he brought her back does not disrupt that fact" She commented.
"You have your own projects dear Sister, and I do not interlope on them. Perhaps it would be best to allow me to complete my own project without your opinions?" He asked
"Very well, dear Brother, but I highly doubt that a dream will shake him from his path. He seems very determined."
Glancing for the first time in the conversation, to look at his sister he spoke softly in a calm voice.
"He will dream the dreams I send him, every time he sleeps. If that is not enough to stop him, then I will take other measures." With that the male oracle turned away and headed back down the corridor before disappearing.
"He is no ordinary mortal" she said to no one.