Turning and Burning
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Author: tigerstriped86
Fandom/Pairing: BtVS/Xander and Angel
Summary: Xander leaves Anya at the alter. From the frying pan into the fire as one might say.
Rating: M (use of blood, vampirism, mentions of kink, and a Sondheim song lyric or two)
Prompt 94: Danger zone
Word count: 842 (or something like that)
Disc. 1: How is it I'm never the first to post on ttm? Oh well, there will come a day.
Disc. 2: I can not make a strong enough warning to how dark this is. Light compared to that Spike/Dexter one I read last week or so (which was fabulous btw), but dark. Not for children, the faint of heart, or people who hate leather (both of the couch and pant variety).
Disc. 3: I am not Joss Whedon (really? you think?), or any of the cast of Buffy. I am not Stephen Sondheim (although one can wish, I suppose) but I am a big fan of John Barrowman as Bobby.
Disc. 4: Does anyone know why the link to claim on fanfic100 is not working? Kind of bums me out, but that's just a side note. Oh, you want to read the story, don't you?
I'd appreciate your going even more
I mean, you must have lots of better things to do
Xander tried not to watch as the hall filled with various manner of Harris clan, various demons of good and not so good. He tried not to hear the music of violins. He tried not to feel a damn thing except the happiness he supposed should have been invading his system. She was lovely; Xander was sure of it. Anya was lovely.
You know, we'll both of us be losing our identities.
He had spent his last night of freedom watching Spike get pissed on various shades of alcoholic blood. Xander hadn't wanted to know where Spike had acquired it. Xander hadn't many male friends and abhorred, that's a big word for him to use to, that's how you know it's important, absolutely abhorred the idea of a bachelor party. He hated objectifying anything. Nothing was that simple. Between that and the sex, Xander could only think that might be the reason she loved him and was marrying him that day.
Look you know I adore you all.
His father had came, flask secured, Xander was sure. Waiting for that moment where the screw-up would occur. And naturally the screw-up did occur. Xander didn't want that future for her, doused in alcohol and anger. He was used to fear, the bitter feeling of running in his legs. It was frantic, the blinding pain. Would she forgive him? He wasn't sure. But she wasn't the first demon he'd pissed off, hopefully he would run and it would be the last. There would be hiding. There had to be hiding.
Burn the shoes and boil the rice.
His running had fallen to a jog and then a walking pace. There had been no feeling of his feet touching asphalt or cement; a dazed realization as he walked past the Bronze and further into the aching cold of the more abandoned part of town. Not really seedy, hell the whole town reeked of seedy, but more just there. An emptiness, a rave pit, a secret identity. Xander Harris, the disappeared dreamer and Zeppo, the eclipsed prophetic son. Alexander Harris, the dirty and pained soul.
But wouldn't it be funnier to go and watch a funeral?
It struck him outside the door where he was. A quiet eagle lay across the side of the door, the eye slat held firmly in place. And his car was out front. The gruff voice asked for the password. He supplied the word griffin with inflected cruelty. The mask slipped into place.
Here was the darkness that lit his very core, the darkness no one spoke of. Whips, chains, leather, groans, grinding. His eyes greeted a few familiars, his backbones stiffening with the practice and age of his character. Xander Harris did not make mistakes here. His talons spread wide, his shirt released of its trappings. The dark wings spread across his back for all to see. Especially the Angel lying across the sofas, his dark laughter ceasing.
“You came.” It wasn't anger, but a statement, almost an inquiry. Angel knew where he should have been. He sat up, leather pants sliding across a leather couch.
“This wasn't for you.”
“That would imply flattery, wouldn't it?”
“You always did.” Xander rested his head just briefly. “The decision is yours.”
Someone handed the knife to Angel. Angel's eyes reached deep into Xander's core, crumbled and seeing a horizon without hope. Liam had been the same way. Liam was now dead. Only Angel remained.
“I don't want it to be like this.”
“How do you want it to be?”
“It is just you and me.” Xander didn't fight it, didn't have the strength anymore.
“The decision is yours.”
Angel felt himself lower downwards, the knife slashing Xander's neck with ice, but without a cut or stain of blood. Xander groaned and shook a bit, Angel's body severely colder than the knife itself. His hands trickled past the belt loop and felt for Angel's cock. The twitching became a pulsing movement with Xander's wrist.
The fangs punctured delicately and Angel's tongue danced across Xander's neck, imprints and dots of blood moving down pecs, forming a slight pattern to be tasted later. The resolve that replaced the crumbled soul startled Angel. But what would he expect from Xander except trust? Only if it was trust in the decision.
Xander's mouth parted briefly as the draining continued, his body rising and Angel's lowering until they met in the stillness. The last breath was so crucial and delicate, the part Angelus couldn't have dreamed to savor.
The knife was plunged down into Angel's wrist and hovered above Xander's lips. The blood and the power of the Order of Aurelius mingled and awoke someone. Someone who preferred the name Eldridge. Someone who would not be getting married any day.
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Date: 2008-05-05 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-05 09:53 am (UTC)Now you understand why I couldn't make a strong enough warning (maybe something with police sirens and sparklers?)
Yeah, I can be kind of dark when I wish to. The mood's gotta be there, though, can't force it.
Actually, I might do a mini vamp!Xander series where he basically trades places with Spike at the end.....although, I'm not sure I could kill him. I love Xander too much. Although Spike really didn't die.....wait. I'm babbling.
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Date: 2008-05-07 04:25 pm (UTC)I bow before your art and hope for a sequel.
Thanks!
Date: 2008-05-10 05:32 pm (UTC)I'm already working toward the next chapter.
Oddly enough, my Xander/Angel stuff always goes from one-shot to multiple chapter stuff.
And this? This one's gonna be good....
Mwauahahahhahahahah. Ha.
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Date: 2008-05-10 05:05 pm (UTC)Thankies
Date: 2008-05-10 05:33 pm (UTC)Postmodern? May I ask how it's postmodern?
Re: Thankies
Date: 2008-05-10 05:39 pm (UTC)