Title: The World With Shrimp
Fandom: Buffy/Harry Potter
Pairings: Xander/Willow, Xander/Snape, Xander/Hermione
Spoiler Warnings: AU of The Wish
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter.
A/N: This is a dark fic featuring vamp!Xander.
"I think I broke the Puppy."
Xander sighed and turned to look. Willow was kneeling on the floor with a mound of ash spread out in front of her. An unhappy frown twisted her whole face, but there really wasn't much comprehension there.
"Dammit, Wills, you know that that's the one thing we weren't supposed to do. We could have all the fun we wanted, but we weren't supposed to kill the Puppy. Now we're going to get yelled at, maybe even tortured. I'm responsible for you. How do you think that makes me feel, huh?"
She pouted. "I'm sorry. The Puppy was naughty. He was all squirmy and made the knife slip. His head just went 'plomp' and came right off." She bit her lip and her eyes went wide and childish. "Are you mad at me?"
Xander sighed again and rolled his eyes. "No, Wills, I'm not mad. I'm just a little disappointed in your behavior."
Her lip quivered and she looked like she was about to cry. "I'm sorry."
She really wasn't, but a memory of the girl she had once been told her that an apology was always a good thing to offer to avoid discipline, especially when Xander was acting like a parent. It was usually when he was being the most "disappointed parent" that he was the most screwed up and caused the most pain.
Having a crappy home life when alive had pretty much translated to him being a complete asshole when dead, especially when he was pissed off. The "parental voice" was a sign he was close to the edge and the whips and chains and squirt bottles of Holy water were about to come out. Her only hope was that he wasn't going to get all crazy mad and bring out his special toys, the ones she really didn't want to play with.
Xander knew that frustrations from dealing with the Master had really taxed his control. He was fast approaching the uncontrollable stage, and he couldn't really even force himself to care. There was a definite giggle wanting to claw its way out of his throat and he wanted to caper around and make the bloodbags squeal. And even though she had once been his best friend and was now his Mate, a part of him recognized Willow as being weaker than him, and thus fair game.
Sure, Willow was a master vampire, but there were limits to what that meant. An insane, childish mind wrapped in a sexy package that still attracted him even as part of him was repulsed. She was weak, and being around her made him somehow weak. She was his vulnerability, and all of his enemies knew it.
He had hoped that some semblance of sanity would be returned to her as time went by, but that hadn't happened. She was still completely insane, depending on him to be her voice of reason.
And he was getting tired of taking care of her.