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Summary: In honor of Dogbertcarroll's 'Flickering Lights', a bunch of mostly Xander centered one-shots.

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Multiple Crossings > GeneralCrazyDanFR187074,13440986601,28816 Feb 1230 Oct 14No

A dusty plotbunny...

I own nothing....

An Upper Realm...

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” One deity asked another.

“I'm a god of primodial chaos. When are my ideas ever 'good'?” The other deity snarked. “Besides. We've tried this and failed before. Odds are it won't work this time either.”

“Holtz was more concerned about saving the souls of his family than striking down the beasts they had become.” The other countered. “Do we really want something like that in this day and age?”

“Beats the alternative the others are pushing further down the line.” The chaos deity shrugged. “If it works. Woo.”

“Fine. But I can run interference for only so long.” The second deity cautioned.

“Not a problem. This shouldn't take long at all.” The chaos deity grinned.

The Bronze the night of the Harvest.....

“Come on Bro.” the vampire that wore Jesse's face said to Xander. “It'll be fun. First we can take turns with Cordelia and than we can take and turn Willow.”

the vampire didn’t get to say much more as Xander rammed a stake into it's chest while he fought back the urge to just beat the vampire to a bloody pulp.

The ashes of his former friend's body drifted towards him and covered the arm that had held the stake.

Xander let out a gasp of air as he felt a surge of strength flood his body. He breathed in deeply through his nose before giving in to his instincts and going after the next closest vampire.

Said vampire happened to be the Master's chosen, Luke. What followed was a brutal but nearly even fist fight. There was no trading of quips. It was just the experience of an aged vampire versus the bullheadedness and rage of youth.

Eventually youth won and more ashes drifted onto Xander's exposed skin.

“Oh Bloody Hell.” Giles muttered as he stared at the teen. It was as though his Thesis for the Watcher's Academy was coming back to haunt him.

Kratos was coming back and there wasn't anything either Buffy or he could do to stop it.


As you can possibly tell this a slight crossover with the God of War video game series which I don't own the rights to, or the actual games.
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