Chapter One: The Harvest Redux
Description/Summary: There's been rumors for years just what Joss had in store for Xander Harris. Let's see if we can actually do something more then just the token human.
Spoilers: None as far as I know, unless you've never seen the series. (In which case, what are you doing *here*? :))
Character Bashing: None so far. No guarantees that won't change.
Feedback/C&C: Please! Always welcome!
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Author's Notes: Though this is a fic that I have actually been thinking about for years, it probably will not update nearly as often as my others.
Disclaimer: All Buffy/Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Productions. All Hellsing characters (or, at least, the ones I am using) are derived from the originals, which could possibly be owned by Kouta Hirano, Young King Ours, Shōnen Gahosha, Dark Horse Comics, or Gonzo. Used without permission, and with no intent to assume any kinds of rights over any of the characters.
They are the Three. The weavers of fate, the goddesses of time, the controllers of destiny. They go by many different names, but only a few are known to humans. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld. Nona, Decima, and Morta. They are the ones who create, craft, and destroy a human's destiny. None may proscribe that which they set in place.
At least, if it weren't for that pesky thing called 'Free Will.' And another thing called 'Chaos.'* * * *
"Head's up!" Xander shouted, gaining a chuckle from the Vampire Slayer, just before the Vessel, Luke, grabbed her from behind. Xander began to move towards her, but another person drew his attention.Violently kicking a wastebasket, Xander nearly snarled, "I don't like vampires. I'm gonna take a stand and say they're not good."
Jesse growled, irritated by the struggles of Sunnydale's Queen Bitch. He grabbed both her arms and yelled, showing that irritation, "Hold still! You're not making this easy!""The books tell the last demon to leave this reality fed off a human, mixed their blood. He was a human form possessed, infected by the demon's soul. He bit another, and another, and so they walk the Earth, feeding... Killing some, mixing their blood with others to make more of their kind."
And then Xander was there, stake in hand. "Jesse, man! Don't make me do it."
The vampire attempting to assault Cordelia Chase turned to look up at the other. "Buddy!"
"Jesse!" Xander called, hope in his voice. "I know there's still a part of you in there. C'mon..."
Jesse released Cordelia and jumped up. "Okay... Let's deal with this. Jesse was an excruciating loser who couldn't get a date with anyone in the sighted community! Look at me. I'm a new man!" Grabbing Xander by the jacket, the vampire shoved him against the wall. Xander's stake is left pointed at Jesse's chest.
"Oooo! All right. Put me out of my misery," Jesse said with a smirk, then added. "You don't have the guts.""You listen to me! Jesse is dead! You have to remember that when you see him, you're not looking at your friend. You're looking at the thing that killed him."
For a moment, Xander looked down, his entire body sagging. Then he looked back up, his face infinitely sad. "I'm sorry, bro. I love you. I'll see you on the other side, 'k?"
With that, Xander shoved the stake forward, hard, into the body of his brother in all but blood. A betrayed look crossed Jesse's face as a fleeing girl ran past the two of them. He dissolved into ash and Xander fell to his feet, then to his knees, his hands coming up to cover his eyes as he bowed his head. Before more than two teardrops can fall, Xander is grabbed by two other vampires.
'At least Cordelia got away safe,' he thought to himself.* * * *
"You forget, metal can't hurt me," Luke, the Vessel, sneered at the tiny Vampire Slayer.
"There's something you forgot about too! Sunrise!" Like a champion javelin thrower, Buffy threw the microphone stand through the window behind Luke. A bright light shined from beyond, and Luke threw up an arm to shield his face with his hands, expecting to be burned. Buffy lunged at him with a stake and drove it home.
"It's in about nine hours, moron!"
Standing behind some crates as the rest of the vampires flee the glare of the angry Slayer, Angel stared at the scene. "She did it! I'll be damned!" He walked away as Buffy hopped down to the floor, and Giles and Willow came to meet her.
"I take it it's over," Giles said.
"Did we win?" Willow added.
"No, we lost," Xander whispered, too quietly to even be heard by the Slayer.
Buffy shrugged, "Well, we averted the Apocalypse. I give us points for that."
Straightening up, Xander sighed and said, "One thing's for sure: nothing's ever gonna be the same."
To that, he only got weary nods. Their goodbyes and good nights were quiet, each distracted by their own thoughts.
They all had a lot to think about.* * * *
Sunnydale Police Headquarters
The woman in the mid-thigh-length blue skirt stepped out of the Police Commissioner's Office and looked around. She had shoulder-length spiky blonde hair and eyes of the oddest color - dark red. She looked around, and stepped over towards a detective who appeared to be loitering.
"Are you Detective Stein?" the woman asked in a soft British accent. She seemed young, almost too young to be who he thought she was.
"Paul," he responded with a nod. "You my new trainee?"
And she nodded back. "You can call me Vicky, if you like."