Forward and Prologue
TITLE: BMR: Reworked 01
AUTHOR: Lucifael (email@example.com)
DISTRIBUTION: Tenhawk Presents and wherever else I fancy putting it.
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
SUMMARY: Xander's life takes an unexpected turn for the better and new pathways open to him.
FEEDBACK: Urm - Yeah, that'd be nice to get some of that; please - pretty please...
RATING: FR21 (AO)
RELATIONSHIPS: X/Multiple - (Can be at same time, please be aware) I'm going to that Special Hell another cool character once mentioned.
SPECIAL NOTE: THIS ISN'T REAL LIFE. There is stuff in here that would just not happen in the real world but suspend disbelief and let me tickle your fancy for a while ;)
BEWARE : SEX, Naughtiness, Kinkiness
BETA: Drake The Archr
WORD COUNT: 52,511
See Part One
Welcome to Blood Moon Rising Reworked.
Instead of writing a long Authors Note that would be tacked on to the start of every part I've decided to add this Forward instead. Basically I just wanted to say a few things that would make for a very long Authors Note and it made more sense to put it here.
BMR has always been one of the more popular things I have written, it's been nominated for and also won more awards as a series than anything else I've written so whilst pursuing it one day I realised something quite important. I could do better. So it was then that I got the idea of reworking it into something, I hope, better than the original. I started BMRI a long time ago it was among the first things I ever wrote and I was unhappy with the way it came out from almost day one. I was aiming for a dark sexy atmosphere and I think I missed, big time. Since that time I have learned, again I hope, quite a lot about writing and writing this sort of story in particular. I wanted to take that knowledge and apply it to this new version of Blood Moon Rising.
What I've created is a bigger and better version of the original, though I'll let you all be the judge of that. There are extended scenes, added characters and storylines and a much improved narrative that I'm quite proud of. I look forward to seeing how you all like this, or not like it, and please do the usual RR&R for me so I can gauge how I'm doing.
With Thanks To :-
Red Jacobson, Mercer, Drake The Archr.
Xander sat on one of the numerous uncomfortable plastic chairs. He had seated himself just across from the nurses’ station waiting and guarding. Buffy had become ill earlier that night during a confrontation with Angelus. He then had to step in and distract the vampire by continually banging his head against Angelus’s fist. It had worked and he had managed to get in a lucky shot that seemed to scare the master vampire off. Either that or he had done what he had come to do. So now, Xander was standing guard. Vampires were quite able to enter public buildings such as the hospital.
He heard the chime of the elevator and in a bored way glanced at the opening doors. His heart turned to stone as Angelus walked out with a large bunch of flowers, white roses. He whistled a classical piece as he swaggered down the hallway.
Xander leapt from his seat and got into the dark vampires face. “Visiting hour’s are over.”
Angelus sneered, “Well, I’m pretty much family.”
Xander felt his pulse racing and he struggled to contain his fear. He did not want to give Angelus the honour of scaring him. “Yeah- Why don’t you come back during the day? Oh, gee, no, I guess you can’t.”
“If I decide to walk into Buffy’s room, do you think for one microsecond that you could stop me?” Angelus threatened with a scowl.
“Maybe not; maybe that security guard couldn’t either. Or those cops… or the orderlies. But I’m kinda curious to find out, you game?” Xander replied coolly.
Angelus once again sneered at the young man, “Buffy’s White Knight. You still love her. It must just eat you up that I got there first.”
Xander felt his blood boil at Angelus’s proclamation, “You’re going to die. And I’m going to be there.” He said angrily.
Angelus slapped the flowers against Xander’s chest. Squashing the perfect petals against the young mans’ dark clothing, “Tell her I stopped by” He held Xander’s gaze for a few more minutes before turning on his heel and walking away.
Xander waited until the vampire was well out of sight before sagging and letting out a very long sigh of relief.
Angelus stormed out of the hospital knocking an orderly out of the way as he threw open the front doors. He was as mad as he could ever remember being. That was the second time that night the young man had crossed swords with him and won, his pride could not let that stand. The human was two nil up and that was not right. Therefore, Angelus did what he always did when he started to lose. He changed the rules of the game.
He knew the ways in which the Scooby gang worked. He knew that they would watch the slayer day and night to make sure that he could not get to her and to that end; they would set up a shift system. If he did not miss his guess, Xander would have been there all night so far. He guessed Giles would arrive soon to relieve him. It would not be Willow or the cheerleader; both were too wrapped up in themselves to work the graveyard shift. No, it would be the watcher.
Angelus then was settled back into a nearby shrub hiding from view. He waited for the watcher and for his chance. His quarry had changed for the night. He no longer wanted the Queen; it was time to remove a dangerous piece from the board; the knight had to be taken off.
Three hours later Angelus was unsurprised to find that Giles was pulling up in his antiquated motor car. The ancient Citroen clattered to a halt in a nearby parking place. Giles stepped out and locked up the car behind him. Angelus took a moment to wonder why he bothered; no one would steal that heap of junk. He readied himself for action, for a human Xander was a surprisingly strong and capable opponent. He would have to deal with him swiftly.
A few moments later, a dishevelled and tired looking Xander walked out of the hospital door and started the long trek home. It amazed him how often they allowed him to do this; he was after all the normal one. Nevertheless, they still let him wander around after dark as he pleased. He figured they just did not care or, at least, did not worry.
He took a shortcut down a deserted alleyway. Most of the time he was able to get home without anything bothering him, he was pretty much ignored. He supposed that the vampires did not think he looked tasty. It was a cold and windy night but the sky was clear. The stars were lighting his way, but there was a strange hue to the night he could not put a finger on. It was as if the night was tinged a dark arterial red.
The hairs on the back of his neck raised and his blood turned to ice. He felt in some unknown way that he was being followed. He grasped his cross and the stake that he always kept in his pockets and spun round. When nothing leapt out at him, he grinned ruefully to himself and turned to walk home.
He was met with a speeding fist coming the other way.
The last thing he saw before the darkness claimed him was Angelus’s mocking face staring down at him.