Title: Prophecies Suck V 2.0
Rating: Nothing worse than the show IMHO
Summary: Sometimes love and death are connected.
Disclaimer: I own nothing; the characters and shows portrayed in this story are owned by people far wealthier than myself. I will not make any money from the writing of this story, it is purely for entertainment value only. Please do not sue.
A/N: This story is set in Season 5; Glory is around and they all know that Dawn is the Key. Riley hasn’t left (yet). All ships are canon at the beginning of the story; don’t expect that to continue through to the end.
A/N 2: This is a revamp of the first multi chapter story I ever wrote and boy, did it need a revamp! While I'd never be so bold as to say my writing is good, this definitely beats what it was like when the original version of this was done.
A/N 3: Un-Beta'd
Warning: Character Death!! Prophecies Suck Chapter One
“What the *hell
* do you think you’re doing Xander!?” Buffy yelled angrily.
Now Xander had heard that particular tone of voice before, it was the tone that could only come from a very pissed off Slayer. One very specific, very pissed off Slayer to be precise. The reason he was hearing that tone this time was because she’d just seen him charge into and knock down a group of five vamps that were going to attack her.
“Come on Buff, you know that I just love hugs!” he said, his infamous lop-sided grin firmly in place.
There were many things he loved, but not a lot beat killing vampires. As he hit the ground, he managed to stake one on the way down and another in the confusion.
“You could have just asked *me
* you know,” she replied, her amusement warring with her anger. That was another things he loved, being able to make Buffy laugh no matter how pissed she was with him.
She had just finished off the two she was fighting and was now running over to help him out.
“You were busy and I didn’t want to interrupt, anyway I never want to rush a Buffy-hug,” he informed her.
He couldn’t see her, but he knew she’d just rolled her eyes. “Just make sure that you stay alive long enough so *I
* can kill you.”
The fang boys and Xander were now up and fighting. To put it more accurately the fang boys were handing his ass to him on a silver platter. He was putting up a good fight, but for every hit he got in they got three in return. Buffy came charging in and hit one with a roundhouse kick whilst staking another at the same time.
‘If there were ever a perfect example of poetry in motion it would be right now. God she looks amazing,’ Xander thought as he witnessed the site.
The last Vamp decided to turn tail and run, but Buffy threw her stake and got it in the sweet spot and moments later all that was left was a swirl of dust.
Now that there was just the two of them, Xander resumed the conversation. “Do I get to choose how you kill me? Because if I do I want it to involve a bed and a chocolate sundae.”
*!” she shouted indignantly, but with a touch of amusement.
“What?” he asked as innocently as possible. “A man can dream can’t he?”
The problem for Xander was that a dream would be as close as he would ever get to that scenario, or any other scenario concerning the blonde Slayer in a more than platonic way. He’d been in love with Buffy Anne Summers from the moment he first saw her, literally falling head over heels in fact. He’d done everything he could to get over her, but the flame that ignited years ago still burned as brightly now as it had then. Throughout, she had only ever seen him as a friend, spells not included, and had once even called him ‘one of the girls’. If you ever wanted to destroy a man’s self-esteem, calling him ‘one of the girls’ would definitely do it.
He was brought out of his thoughts as the inevitable argument began, something that always happened when he did something similar to tonight.
“How many times have I told you don’t rush into a fight you can’t win?” she moaned acerbically. “You’re going to get yourself or someone else killed!”
“I’ve lost count,” he returned with a sigh. “Look, they were charging you while you were busy and I stopped them. I even staked two of them!”
“You were damn lucky Xander. Anyway, I knew they were coming and I can handle myself. I am the Slayer after all.”
He hated it when she used that phrase; she said it as though she was invincible. He knows she wasn’t, having to give her CPR in the Master’s lair was a prime example of just how vulnerable she truly was. Knowing that this could go on until sunrise, he decided to cut to the chase, something he’s not known for doing but he really wasn’t in the mood.
“Listen Buff, we both know how this argument ends and that we will always disagree. Yes, you are the Slayer, but all the time I am alive I reserve the right to help my friends out whenever I can, however I can. Before we start, lets just call this one a draw and go home please?” he asked/begged.
She looked like she was debating it for a moment before she smiled slightly. “I can live with that. Will you be okay to get back?” she asked.
“Yeah, there's nothing wrong with me that a few hours sleep can’t fix. I’ll see you tomorrow Buff.”
“Okay Xan, sleep well,” she said before walking off.
He couldn’t help but be captivated by her, watching as she moved with the poise and grace that she always held. He himself was limping like a pirate with a peg leg. That was of course until she was out of range. As soon as she disappeared from view, he started walking normally; he didn’t have a scratch on him and had only pretended for Buffy’s sake.
There were a few things that he had kept from her, from everyone in fact. The first was that the Harris’ weren’t actually his parents. They had adopted him when he was just a baby. Well actually, they had found him on their doorstep one day and just kept him for themselves, the Sunnydale Effect making the neighbours forget that Jessica had never actually been pregnant.
Another thing he’d kept to himself was that he’d known about demons a far sight longer than he had let on, all of his life in fact. That was, in part, down to the fact that he was one of them.
He was a Savox demon, a breed of demon that was neither good nor evil, they simply were. They were among the most rare types of demon known to man. That wasn’t to say that they were rare; they just didn’t have much, if any, contact with mankind, at least not to the extent that they were discovered at any rate.
One of the unique traits of being a Savox demon, especially a pureblood like Xander, was genetic memory. He had the memories of every Savox demon in his family, which worked out to be a *lot*
of knowledge. He knew every fighting style known to man, not to mention many that they didn’t. His strength and speed were almost immeasurable, and short of a nuclear device was impervious to harm. They were all things he had found useful living on the Mouth of Hell.
He wasn’t, however, immortal; something that he was extremely glad about. The thought of living forever whilst watching everyone he knew and loved die frightened him terribly. His life span was actually only two to three times that of a normal human; one night he would simply go to sleep and never wake up.
When his ‘parents’ had found out that their ‘son’ was different, they wasted no time in abusing him, both physically and emotionally. With no physical signs, he could never report them and they knew it, so they made his childhood a living hell.
That was one of the reasons he had never told his friends Willow or Jesse, he never thought that they’d believe him. He was also afraid that if they did believe him they’d be scared of him. He wanted to fit in; telling them that he wasn’t human wouldn’t exactly help with that. That was why he had never used his knowledge or abilities in school; he could throw farther and run faster than any jock, and could answer even the most complex questions and equations with ease. He could have been the top student in every class, but that would have alienated him from his true friends.
He saw how the people flocked around Cordelia; from the outside looking in it would seem that she had plenty of friends. If you took the time to look a little deeper however, you would have seen a woman bogged down in superficiality, living a life of no depth and very little meaning. He would rather live the life of a clown with real friends than a lie with none.
Then there was the fear factor; having the memories of his ancestors gave him intimate knowledge of how cruel humans could be when dealing with the unknown. The thought that he would have been taken from everyone and everything that he knew and experimented on made him hold his tongue. The fact that he would have been in no real danger didn't factor in it, especially as they'd no doubt only become more and more determined to cut him open and see how he ticked.
The moment that Buffy and Giles had entered their lives, his reason for keeping his origins a secret changed slightly. To begin with their belief that all demons were evil and needed to be killed, although Buffy had made at least one notable exception, was not conducive to being 100% truthful with them. While they couldn’t have killed him, he would have been alienated from the only people that had made his life bearable, especially after Jesse died. As time went on, he found it harder and harder to tell them the truth; all the while knowing that every day he waited would only make it worse when they finally did find out.
His decision had hurt him over the years, having to keep quiet when he was told that he wasn’t capable of helping Buffy and the others, being kept out of the fight ‘for his own good’. He would never hold that against them, even if he knew that he still could have been of assistance if he were ‘just’ human, as he knew they never did it with malice, and honestly believed they were doing what was best to keep him safe.
Then there were the times when he might have been able to do something to save those that were now dead had he shown his true abilities. He was wise enough to know that he would never have been able to save everyone, no matter how fast or how strong he was, but those ‘what if’ situations have given him more than a few sleepless nights over the years.
There was also another reason he kept quiet. They all saw him as the ‘normal’ one of the group, which wasn’t all that odd considering the other members, and he had been able to use that at times to remind them why they went out every night and risked their lives. He kept them grounded; had he not they could have all turned out like Faith had and become corrupted by the power they all wielded.
Trust had never been a factor in withholding what he was. While he would never trust a vampire completely whether they had a soul or not, and he sometimes wondered where Riley’s loyalties were, he trusted Buffy and the other implicitly.
He had always hoped that there would come a time where he would freely tell them all the truth, but circumstances had taken the decision away from him and he could withhold his heritage from them no longer, not when Dawn’s life was on the line.
Dawn was Buffy’s little sister. She was also a mystical key that could open every door to every dimension existence. Up until a few months ago, she had been nothing but a ball of pure energy. A group of monks that were protecting the key used some powerful magic to transform that ball into Dawn and had sent her to Buffy for protection. They altered all of their memories so that they would think that she had always been with them.
What the monks had neglected to tell them was that Glorificus, a demon Goddess, wanted the Key so that she could go home. That wouldn't be so bad, if not for the fact that once The Key, Dawn, has opened the door, they couldn't be closed again.
Buffy had already gone up against her once before and had gotten her ass kicked within seconds, and had only survived because Glory had gotten bored. The only chance they had of protecting Dawn was if he fought at his full potential, with no holding back.
As hard as it was for him to think, he knew that Buffy and the others didn’t stand a chance of defeating Glory if he did nothing, and even with his help it’s going to be close. However, for him to be of most help, he would need to be free to go all out, and that meant telling them the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. So help him Hell Goddess.