Prologue – In The Arms Of An Angel
Title: White Knight, White Light, Prologue – In The Arms Of An Angel
Rating: R/NC-17 for violence
Summary: SLASH Xander means more to the Scooby`s than they could possible imagine, and when something happens to him, chaos ensues. Crossover in future chapters.
Spoilers: Anything in Ats & BtVS is up for grabs, but I have messed with the timeline a bit.
Warnings: CHARCTER DEATH and Violence and slash.
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.
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Angel held his boy in his arms, the young man’s blood pumped slowly out of his body, through holes left by the spines from the tail of an Eparkluth demon. One swipe had impaled him with the razor sharp spines, going all the way through his body, even more damage had been done when the demon had pulled back his tail, removing the spines from Xander’s body.
Angel had looked over at the boy’s scream; Xander had still been standing, looking stunned. The boy had looked down and reached a hand down, to touch one of the open wounds on his torso, staring numbly at the blood covering his hand, when he pulled it away. In almost slow motion, he had dropped to his knees; Angel’s vampiric speed had allowed him to catch the boy before the rest of him hit the ground.
Angel didn’t hear the girls screaming in the background, didn’t see Spike rip the demon’s head from it`s body in pure fury, and didn’t hear Giles trying to comfort the girls, while manfully holding back his sobs.
He heard and saw nothing but his boy, cradle in his arms, a liquid popping sound coming from his lungs every time he tried to breath. Didn’t feel his own face change when the demon came forward. Felt only the boy’s fingers, as they reached up to his face, tracing the brow ridges lovingly and caressing a fang with the tips of his fingers.
Didn’t want to hear the words Xander could barely get out, “You’re not planning on using those are you?” Xander tried to tease.
“I could, if it would keep you here, with me, I would.”
“Angel, baby, we talked about this, it wouldn’t really be me, would it?” Xander replied.
“Willow could give you your soul and….”
“Hush, my Angel, you want me to be constantly battling my demon, like you do yours? Want me to feel guilty for the thoughts it has? You don’t really want that, you told me so.” Xander’s hand had moved to cup Angel’s cheek.
“When I said that, when I promised that I wouldn’t turn you, I thought we would have more time together, years, decades, me and you. We haven’t had enough time, not nearly enough time.” Angel had tears running down his cheeks.
“A lifetime wouldn’t be enough time to spend with you, eternity wouldn’t be enough time.” Xander replied, as his hand fell from Angel’s face; his body no longer had the energy for that simple gesture. “I love you, you know that. More than anything or anyone, I love you, my Angel. Remember that.”
The last breath left Xander’s body, his heart no longer pumping.
A primal roar filled the air, soon accompanied by another, and screams of emotional agony and grief.
Demons and beasts for miles around shuddered in terror, sure that whatever was making that sound would bring their end. And many of them were right.