A/N: Okay so sorry of the late update for this I just been so busy at my job it's been hard to find time to write.
So without further ado here is chapter 2.
The Dark Wolf of the Hellmouth
Partners in Crime and Secrets of the Mother
It had been two weeks since Xander had told Giles about his new found abilities as a Witcher, since then Xander has been going out every night hunting down the things that went bump in the night. Each night he would check in with Giles so he would know which route Buffy would go and intentionally avoid that path as to avoid any Xander slayage. He still wasn't ready to tell anyone else of his Witcher powers just yet.
Just as an added precaution Xander changed his look entirely while he was hunting. Earlier in the week he had dipped into the money he had saved for his coast-to-coast road trip and bought a red on black motorcycle racing outfit including gloves and boots. He figured if the jacket and pants can keep road rash of human skin it would help absorb some of the blows he would get from the demonic residents of the Hellmouth. He had a custom made sheath which he had made held his two swords sheathed over right shoulder, a satchel which he had attached upfront held his throwing knives, traps and bombs, the tomahawk that Giles gave him was holstered on his right hip and the alchemic potion that a Witcher would drink to increase his natural skill and abilities were in a pouch on his left hip. And finally a balaclava with an intricate design of lower half of a wolf's skull completed the look. The only part of his body which was uncovered was his glowing amber wolf-like eyes.
It had been a slow night. He walked crypts of Our Lady Peace cemetery doing one last sweep before moving on to the next graveyard. It had been a slow night, even by Sunnydale's standards. He had been walking around for three hours and all he had taken out were a couple of newly risen vampires.
The Witcher was about to call the night when a small noise caught his ear. At first he thought it was just the wind carrying the noise of distant wind chimes. But the sound kept repeating over and over and over like the beating war drums of an invading army. The metal on metal sound grew louder and louder the closer he got towards a certain crypt in the middle of the city of mausoleums. Peering into the crack of the door and into the room and waited for his Witcher eyes adjusted to the darkness. In the room he saw a group of humanoids standing all around the room, they each had their hands over their head clanging axes or sledge hammers above their heads. In the front of the room was a vampire in full game face mode, holding a blood stained curved knife standing in front of a stone pedestal, on top of the pedestal was an elderly couple who each had a pool of blood around their head.
Xander felt a surge of anger rising in his inner core. These creatures have just taken the lives of this innocent couple who were most likely enjoying their twilight years in each other's company was cut short by an insane clan of blood-suckers. Just as he was about to crash their little party the head suck-head spoke.
"Our lord and master Nyarlathotep has spoken," He yelled, "We, his faithful servants, must prepare the world for his return. We are the hunters, we kill the weak so the strong survive. No one can stop the new order. This filthy society can never get rid of people like us. It's breeding them. We are the future."
"Now where does that sound familiar?" Xander yelled choosing to make his entrance now, "Was it from The Bone Collector? Nah the guy didn't monolog as much. Or was it that mad scientist guy in that movie the Runaway, you know the one with Magnum P.I. versus a bunch of robot spiders? Nah, the guy was crazy but not off the rails crazy. Oh it was the Nightslasher guy in Stallone movie Cobra. Now it wasn't one best, I mean I was more of a Rambo man myself. But it did have some over the top action scenes."
The leader walked around the altar and pointed his blood soaked blade at Xander.
"Who are you to interrupt this sacred ceremony to our lord." The vamp yelled,
"Oh sorry," Xander said and bowed in cultured manner, "My name is Xander and I'll be your designated asskicker for tonight."
"Either you are very brave or you are very foolish to come on your own hunter," the leader snarled as he pointed his knife at Xander,
"Wow," Xander said "You even got the Nightslasher knife, man I didn't even know they made those anymore."
"Enough of this foolishness," the now enraged leader, "You kill him!" he yelled at the nearest vampire.
A large vampire armed with a sledgehammer charged at Xander. He only took one step forward only to be stopped when a cross-shaped object was sticking from his heart. The vamp just stared at it for a second until he burst into ash.
"Wow I guess Danny Trejo had it right," Xander said as he held his a silver throwing knife with a cross at the pummel.
The head vampire looked at him as if a vain would have burst if he had any blood pressure.
"Kill him!" The leader yelled and all the other vamps charged at him with either an axe or a sledge raised.
"Oh, crap," Xander said as the horde of undead came after him, "Well let's get this over with."
Xander unsheathed his silver blade and as the first undead american came upon him with an axe raised Xander unleashed the Witcher fire sign, Igni, causing the fang to burst into flames and flail around.
Another vamp swung at him with a sledge that would've cracked his head open like an egg. But Xander ducked the blow as the pillar behind him shatter and Xander rolled under and thrust his silver sword into his unbeating heart. Xander pulled out his sword and the vampire dissolved into ash. A little trick he learned when he was on his first night with the sword, even a vampire can be killed by a Witcher blade.
Xander swang and parried dodging axes and hammers stabbing, slashing and decapitating every undead American which was in his way. One tried to chop him like a piece of firewood. Thinking fast Xand did the hand gesture of Yrden and rolled out of the way as the axe came down. The vamp's blade hit the floor where Xander had done the sign he began brake in convulsions as if was on an electric chair.
"Been wanting to see if that sign worked on vamps," the Witcher said, "It's called Yrden, just imagine an electric landmine."
As the vamps stumbled back Xander plunged his silver blade into its unbeaten heart and it turned to ash. With a quick spin he decapitated to other vampires that were trying to sneak up on him, and with a quick hop he plunged his blade into another one. The floor of the tomb began to be filled with dust of dead demons. Xander then parried a sloppy swing from the ax knocking the vamp off balance and with a quick thrust he ended his unlife.
As last vampire turned to dust the undead high priest looked at Xander with evil intent eyes. He began to walk towards holding his dagger in a defensive manner he began to challenge the Witcher the words never left his mouth as a feral growling caught both their attention. Behind the Xander reared in a fighting position was a large black and brown German Shepherd. Feeling like he was caught between a rock and a hard place Xander stood in a defensive position.
Just as Xander was about to strike, the large dog jumped over Xander and locked its jaws on the arm of the vampiric priest. The shepherd's jaws locked onto the arm of the vampire leader and began to literally tear the arm apart. The impact caused the priest to drop his dagger.
"Woah," Xander said, "that was definitely unexpected."
As the vampire struggling with the dog Xander took his sword and brought it down on his neck ending his existence. The undead then turned to dust some of it ending in the dog mouth, causing it to cough. Xander then kneeled down to the dog's eye height looking into the big brown eyes of the animal who had just helped him destroy the last vampire of the crypt. He didn't know if it was because of his Witcher senses or the fact that this animal had just helped him kill a vampire that he knew this dog could be trusted.
"Okay boy," he said, "Thanks for the help, but you shouldn't be here. Go home to your family boy."
The dog let out a small whine and looked at the old couple that were dead on the sacrificial altar. Xander then knew why the dog had come.
"Oh, I see. They were your masters I'm sorry I couldn't get here in time."
The canine walked up to Xander and looked his face somehow understanding what he was saying. He then got up and went to the altar deciding that this was not a proper place for them to be found Xander picked up both of the elderly corpses and the cult leader's dagger and walked out of the crypt with the German Shepherd right behind.
"Come on boy," Xander said, "let's put them someplace more fitting."The Witcher and the dog took them to a park bench where he sat them down side-by-side. Xander then kneeled in front Of the senior couple paying his respects for their passing. The Dog came and sat right next to Xander.
"Okay boy," the teen said while petting the dog, "What's your name?" He asked as he looked at dog's tags.
"Thor," Xander read the name out loud, "that's your name?" the dog barked twice, "okay then let's go back to my house and I'll get you something eat and maybe take you to a shelter, or maybe mom and dad will let me keep you."
Within the lair of Spike and Drusilla a haunting insane laugh echoed through the walls of the warehouse. Spike ,who had been addressing his minions, went to see what was going on. Walking into a the room he shares with Dru to find her spinning in the middle of the room laughing gayley in the air with Miss Edith in her arms.
"Dru," Spike asked carefully, "Are you okay, love?"
"Yes Spikey I am,," Dru said, "The stars sang to me, they told me that the dark wolf has striked and devoured the blackness brought on by the Haunter of the Dark. Now he has no power in the hellmouth."
Again there was that name, who was the dark wolf? The only thing she had told him was that whoever he was, was close to the slayer. And now he had taken out the followers of the Haunter, every demon knows of him, and knows not to cross him. Yet now with all his followers destroyed he was worried the dark wolf would now set his sights on him. He had to find who the dark wolf was and kill quickly before he strikes again and maybe, if he was lucky he would get him and the slayer together, two birds with one stone.
"Spike," Dru's haunting voice got his attention, "Don't worry love. He will reveal himself soon."
Meanwhile in the apartment of Rupert Giles, the British watcher was reading one Andrzej Sapkowski novels at his desk so he could try to get a better idea on what Xander became. The story of Geralt was interesting, the first of the stories was that of Garlt helping a monarch to lift the curse from his daughter who had been cursed into becoming a monster called a striga every full moon. In preparation to the battle the witcher had drank a mixture of toxic herbs which had given him powers beyond those he had already possessed.
Giles made a mental note to ask Xander of the different potions a witcher could take. As he read on of the battle Garlt was having with striga his phone rang. Wondering who would be calling him at this ungodly hour the Watcher picked up the phone.
"Rupert, it's Carter," The voice of Randolph Carter came from the receiver.
"Professor Carter," Giles answered, "What seems to be so important that you calling me at this hour?"
"I've been going over a theory that I had come across while sitting in on a physics class and as well as going around some of the Watcher history. You see when some creatures created nature balances it out by creating a creature who can be it's better. Rabbits would multiply at an alarming rate, so the wolves and the foxes were created to trim down the numbers. Locust would swarm crops, so seagulls were created to eat them. In a Vietnamese legend that said the gods had created cobra to become king of the land. But as time passed cobra became so powerful he tried to surpass the gods, so the gods created the mongoose to take cobra's power away. The same can be said about the slayer and vampires. I believe there is something out that only a Witcher can defeat."
The last words caught Giles attention.
"Something only a Witcher can defeat?" Giles hesitantly repeated,
"Yes," Randolph said excitedly, "a creature who was made or brought to this world. The cosmic balance, powers that be or whatever you'd like to call wanted bring balance to the world."
"But what has been sent?"
"I wish I knew."
In another part of the world a small village laid under siege. Hoards of armored horsemen wearing red and black armor, wielding medieval weapons and riding black horses with red eyes, were cutting down fleeing men and women they ran for their lives. While the massacre continued a man wearing similar armor only with a black crown on his helm stood on top a hill taking in all the destruction. The fires burned brightly and screams of horror were deafening and he loved every minute of it.
Behind him two men in similar red and black armor walked behind, dragging an old man between them as they reached the top of the hill the two warriors forced the old man to his knees in front of the figure and stepped back. When the figure turned to face the kneeling old man and walked up to him. The old man hesitantly looked up and looked at a human skull which made up the helmet's visor.
"What do want?" the old man asked fearfully, "We are just a peaceful town why would attack us. We serve neither the Light or the Dark."
"Peace," the armored man said, "The biggest lie among the living.
"No matter how you try. The evil that lives within everyone will always come out." The man lifted his visor revealing a handsome angular narrow face, "And that is why the word peace is nothing more than lie."
"But why are you doing this?" the old man whimpered,
"For souls," He said, "Our master wants souls and he has said that your kind have the strongest power within your souls."
"Who is your master?" the man asked, "The Ash? The Morrigan?"
"The Haunter" the man said as he drew his sword, "Only one problem."
The armored man then thrust the sword into the old man's chest. He looked down and saw the blade in his chest and he could feel the pain of the hard steel, yet there was no blood coming from where the blade had been plunged into him.
"You're too old," he told the old man as the life faded from his eyes.
He withdrew his blade, not leaving a wound and no blood on his weapon. As the old man fell dead to the ground he turned to the other men.
"Capture young ones," he ordered, "Kill the rest."
The men bowed their heads to and walked off to do his bidding. The man turned and watched the carnage fold out silently promising his master that this was only the beginning.
Back in Sunnydale, in the house owned by the Harris family, a woman from the second story window watched as the shadow of her son and a dog came walking down the street. The woman was of average height, full figured and was very beautiful, with slightly slanted eyes and pouty lips. And her tanned skin went well with her shoulder auburn hair.
"Dear," she said to her husband who was sitting in a nearby chair, "Alex is home and it looks like he brought a friend."
"Are you sure you want to tell him this Jess," Tony Harris asked his wife, "He is dealing with a lot crap. Do you really think we should add more to."
"Yes Ragnar," she answered using his real name, "You've seen the change in him as well as I did when Jessie died. He has changed, both mentally and physically. Alex is becoming someone else now and I'm afraid if we don't do anything he will be lost to us."
Ragnar stood up, standing a head taller than his wife.
"Blithe," saying her real name, "I stood by you on every one the decision we've made to keep Alex safe, but telling him that we truly are fey while he was born human. That would only bring up more question. I want Xander to grow up to be a normal man."
"He's changed," she said, "Ever since Jesse died he hasn't been the same. Always out during the day, sneaking out at night. Sometimes I'm worried he'll end up as just another missing person in the this god forsaken town."
She turned to her husband with tears in her eyes. Ragnar hated to see his wife upset, he had once told her that he would move heaven and earth for her if he could. This was truly her wish then who was he not to fulfill it. The sound of the door followed the footsteps of both the soles of humanoid feet and of four legged padded verity.
"Let's go dear," Blithe said, "No more lies between our family. If we are to learn what happened to our son then he must be able to trust us."
"Very well my heart," Ragnar said with a smile, "Let us see to our son."
Leaving the room both made their way down stairs to talk to Xander. As soon as they came into dark kitchen where their son was feeding a large german shepard from the refrigerator.
"Here you go boy," Xander said, "It's mom's meatloaf, but it's the closest thing we have to dog food."
The lights turned on startling Xander and the dog causing them to look up to his parents. The first thing his parents noticed new about Xander was his glowing amber eyes, then they noticed the weapons on their son's person. His mother began to worry as any mother would, but his father showed only pride to see that his son was finally becoming a warrior just like his ancestors.
It had seemed like forever but his mother had finally broken the silence with a sigh.
"Sit down Xander," Mrs. Harris said, "We have something to tell you. I don't want anymore lies between this family."
Two AM and for the second time in a short time Rupert Giles was roused from his sleep by sudden banging on his door. This time he was in his study dozing off from skimming the work of Andrzej Sapkowski to find a creature powerful enough that only a Witcher can destroy. But so far they seem to all be creatures similar to this world. Vampires, demons. werewolves, and other they all seem to have weakness that they can exploit yet there was no specific monster that only a Witcher could kill. Then that infernal racket woke him up.
"One decent night is too much to ask for in the Hellmouth I suppose," He mumbled to himself as he went to answer the door.
Expecting either Buffy or Xander he was surprised when he saw Xander standing in the door looking agitated along with a dog and a slightly older couple behind him. The woman was about as tall as Xander, she looked like she was in her early forties yet her chocolate brown eyes showed more wisdom than her looks led one to believe. She was also strikingly beautiful as if she had been a fashion model when she had been younger. Her long brown hair was cut down to her shoulders. The man behind him was about a head taller than Xander he was powerfully built. But his blond cut short and his blues eyes had an intense fire to him, but his looked exactly like Xander would be in at least ten more year.
"Hey G-man," Xander said with a smile, "These are my parents Tony and Jessica Harris. But that's not their real names, I just learned my parents have been not only hiding their real names from but also they have been hiding what they real are. Why don't I let them tell you who they are."
Xander stepped inside followed by his parents and the large german shepard. The couple turned around and introduced themselves to him.
"Good evening Mr. Giles," Jessica Harris said, "I would like to thank you for watching over our son and offering him guidance in his quest.
"But as our son said we would like to introduce ourselves to you. My name is Blithe I am daughter of the Blood King and this is my husband Ragnar of the Hammerfell Clan. We are not human we are what your kind would call Fey."
Giles just looked at them his eyes. Xander expected him pull his glasses and polish them to oblivion but instead he just continued to stare blankly at them. Xander waved his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Giles?" Xander asked, "You okay G-man?" the englishman fell back on to the floor completely out cold "Great, you killed him?"
A/N: Next chapter we will learn of two fey parents who gave birth to a human. And how a ex-SpecOps Soldier helped them get to the one area where their child would not be hunted by other fey, The Hellmouth. Learn about this and more on the next chapter of The Dark Wolf of the Hellmouth 'The Cursed Child.'