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This story is No. 4 in the series "Jurassic Park Is Frightening In The Dark". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: When you're the Alpha even your parents are supposed to respect you. Rules of Pack Living 101.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Dark > Xander-CenteredSithicusFR1811,262075,71723 Jan 0923 Jan 09Yes
Author's Notes: I suppose I could have saved this for the actual sequel, but since I want to focus more on Xander outside of Sunnydale with the JP cast it makes sense to keep this as a seperate vignette. That plus I thought it'd be fun to see your reactions on this as a stand alone.

Continuity Alert: I see Sunnydale Pack Hunter and Pack Mentality taking place about a week before Positively Prehistoric to be honest. Though neither of the first two take place on the same day/night. That is all.

Disclaimer: Buffy and all related characters belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy Productions I make no claims otherwise, this is a work of fan fiction without any attempt to do anything untoward. It is meant to entertain. So enjoy.

Anthony Harris was drunk again, but that wasn’t the reason for his anger, his son once again was out late. Later than Tony had ever been allowed out, he was furious with him for this and wanted to tell his son just what he thought of this defiance to his authority.
Jessica Harris was locked away in her private bedroom to prevent being struck down or embroiled in an argument concerning parenting decisions.
When the front door opened and Alex walked in bold as brass Tony’s gaze narrowed, he slammed his glass down on the counter in the kitchen and marched into the front hall.

“You piece of shit what do you think, coming home this late,” he growled slurring his words thanks to the five shots of bourbon he’d had on top of the beer earlier. His son stared at him curiously as though he couldn’t be bothered to feel anything where Tony was concerned; there was no fear in his eyes and that bothered Tony. Noticing a trophy in his hand he moved closer and yanked the thing out of Alex’s hand, it was a trophy for cheerleading to some bitch called Catherine. “This is what you’ve been doing huh? You get her pregnant that’s your problem… Now clean up this mess and get to bed,” Tony barked leering at the trophy as though he could imagine just what type of girl his son could hope to score.

“No,” Alex stated tearing the trophy out of Tony’s hand and tucking it away in a safe place.

“What did you say to me?” Tony demanded. “You’re not too old that I can’t take my belt to ya boy,” he growled starting to remove his belt and fumbling with it when it wouldn’t come loose easily. Alex growled at him, literally growled and his eyes filled with something beyond description, but even drunk enough to lose himself in memories of past successes Tony could tell something was seriously wrong with his son.
Without fully thinking he attacked swinging his fist at Alex intending to teach the boy a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget. Instead Alex ducked out of the swing and lashed out with a fist, Tony screamed in bloody pain as his ribs bruised and he collapsed to the floor in a heap gasping for breath.

“I said no, clean this place up yourself,” Alex stated with a tone of authority behind him. Tony stared up at him in shock, something in him felt afraid, afraid by what his son had done and the hard stony unblinking glare that he was eyeing him with.

“You can’t talk that way to me, I’m your father!” Tony screamed. Alex curled his lip in a snarl and Tony whimpered as some unseen force was exerted upon him. “I…I’m sorry son, it won’t happen again.” He had apologized; he couldn’t believe it he’d never apologized to anyone for his behavior before. He could act any damn way he wanted to in his house, and yet here he was unable to even meet the gaze of his own son.

“That’s better,” Alex said nodding his head and he headed off to his room back straight and filled with a sense of pleasure as well as accomplishment. Tony coughed as he fought down the urge to throw up, he had never before felt this kind of pain it was strange, lifting back his shirt he found five precise wounds. As though someone had stabbed him with their fingernails, blood was slowly leaking out but it had already begun to clot sealing up the injuries.
Fearfully he stared back at where his son had been.

“What the hell is going on?” he wondered before he had to run to the bathroom to throw up. While he was doing that he heard a startled cry from his wife’s bedroom, but he didn’t dare go see what was happening to her, he couldn’t bring himself to face Jessica right then. He was filled with a sickening sense of shame.

Jessica Harris had heard the strange commotion and had ignored it as always knowing that her son would stare at her the next morning with those accusing eyes, but when she heard Tony cry out instead of Alex who rarely let himself scream in his father’s presence she was startled out of her self-absorbed state. There wasn’t much to hear as she slowly approached the door curious, without any sign of warning the door exploded open breaking clear of its hinges and crashing to the floor. She screamed in shock and fear wondering if something had broken in instead of Alex returning home.

“Mom I need you to protect something for me,” Alex stated dispassionately as he walked through the doorway, the wood of the door crunched under his feet.

“Alex… What? How did you?” she stammered unable to believe what she was seeing. Her son stared into her eyes, something there made her listen instead of asking foolish questions.

“Keep this someplace safe until I ask for it,” he commanded passing her a cheerleading trophy from his pocket.

“Y-Y-Yes son,” she relented taking the trophy in shaking hands.

“If that slob sells it for beer money I will know, and you will not like the consequences for failing me mom,” Alex warned a low growl entering his throat. Jessica felt a sudden flare of something she hadn’t experienced since first meeting Tony Harris back in college and her cheeks flushed embarrassed by this reaction.

“I understand,” she told her son quickly moving to put the trophy away in the one place Tony never went.

“Good.” Alex turned to leave.

“Wait!” Jessica found herself enflamed, she couldn’t let Alex go, but she knew she had to.

“Was there something else mother?” he asked a sick smirk spreading across his lips, as though he found it amusing that she would be feeling this way.

“No, no, nothing else,” she hastily said praying that he would leave despite a part of her wanting him to say. Taking pity on her Alex left and Jessica’s face flushed with shame and embarrassment at what had just happened. Turning back to the hiding place of the trophy she reached in and pulled out something, seeing the door still lying on the floor she sighed in frustration and then quickly made her way into her private bathroom where she began to take off her nightgown, but then thought better of it.

In his own bedroom Xander smirked again, this feeling of power over his parents was quite intoxicating to say nothing of the effect it had over his mom.

“Ok ewwww, maybe I should just forget that,” he said coming down from his high. “Right, that finally takes care of your nagging Catty, now if you don’t mind I need to get some sleep before tomorrow, I have a feeling that troll Snyder is going to be a nuisance.” Xander moved to his bed and laid down closing his eyes, in moments he was fast asleep curled up in a position that definitely did not look comfortable and yet Xander seemed to have no trouble sleeping at all.

“Perhaps I should have thought things through more carefully before performing that spell,” Catherine remarked casually before retreating from Xander’s mind so she too could rest.

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