Call Me Jakob

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Series: Turning and Burning (Part 3)
Title: Call Me Jakob
Author: tigerstriped86
Fandom/Pairing: X/A, A/S (to come), Xan/OC (this chapter)

Rating: M for Mature (Slash, Vampirism, and that which makes the Buffy world go round-Fanfiction!)
Summary: Xander will do whatever it takes to find Angel.  Even if it means biting a few heads along the way towards it.
Spoilers: Right before "The Key" came into all our lives.  But severly AU.  I mean, unless Xander became a vampire and I just didn't notice.
Prompt 97: Delirious
Disclaimer: All belongs to Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon, Dark Horse, and whoever is left.  I own Jakob and Charlie however, but not the city of LA.  I think Angel actually owns it (get it?  City of Angels. nvm)

To the entire story: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4237605/1/Turning_and_Burning

Xander could get used to being a vampire. He could live like a human, but feel no guilt. He felt a surge of delirium and a surge of power as he began to watch the man behind the counter. Xander had left that boy's ashes to swirl in the light wind and to stain the dark stone walls of the torture room.

The man behind the counter was well into his thirties and heavy. Jakob had glasses that slid far down his nose. He was a man who had an aura about him of efficiency and yet a sadness. Maybe, Xander wondered, he felt as if he had wasted the life he'd been given. Xander shook off the nagging, small voice that told him about the sadness within the man. Xander didn't give a damn, or was trying not to at least.

“I don't think I can help you.” The man smiled warmly at Xander. He had been touched as Xander had related the story of “his brother” and his troubles during the African ash spreading of “their father.” He had even managed a few small tears and a heavy sigh, Academy award grade material. Xander had even almost fooled himself.

The vampire's lips turned down, saddened and pitying the man. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice told him this guy didn't deserve what was about to happen. Xander took a cosmic fly swatter to the voice. In a second, he was behind the man at the counter. Jakob quivered. He had heard about things like this happening all over LA, but he had always been sensible and careful. Jakob had never opened the door to a stranger's knock, had never given money to anyone. Jakob had never done anything out of fear. And now, as Xander's fangs slowly drained him, he wondered if doing something might have prevented this.

The man's blood reminded Xander faintly of A-1 Steak Sauce, for a reason that went beyond Xander. He was weak and slid to the floor quite easily. Xander relieved the man of his clothing, tightened the notches in the belt a few times and checked himself in the reflection of the darkened and ancient computer before heading towards the other end of the building.

It was dark and cloudy night, smoggy and with the smell of smoke in the Los Angeles air. Xander moved across the tarmac with accuracy under the night sky. He had commandeered a catering vehicle and was trailing a small parade of badly packaged food. As he rolled up to the docking bay, he slid through various checkpoints with ease.

Jakob had been a quiet and unknown individual. Most of the attendants in the workers lounge greeted him warmly, assuming he was new and just slightly out of place. He laughed with a couple of leggy fake blondes that reminded him of one of Willow's old Barbies and then the regret hit him just briefly. He thought of Willow and blinked. When asked about it, he attributed it neatly to allergies.

He could feel Charlie's eyes burning into the back of his head. He didn't need vampiric senses for that. Xander wasn't sure exactly how Charlie was feeling, but it was assuredly something mixed with lust. Charlie himself wasn't bad looking. He had short dark hair and a smooth grin. He was short but very trim. Xander grinned in spite of himself.

It didn't take long for the two to hit it off and Xander and Charlie ended up at a nearby bar, Charlie's flight delayed and on its way to being canceled.

“So, why an airline pilot?”

“For the same reason most people join the airlines. Travel the world, work odd hours, and keep family at bay.”

“Interested in seeing the world, then?”

“Six countries to date. All relatively cheaper thanks to my job.” Charlie made a fake toast to the airline with his Scotch. “And what about you Jakob, was it?”

“Yeah. Jakob Eldridge. Well, I've never been outside of LA that I can remember, except for a little out of the way town called Sunnydale. That's where I was born and raised. I figured one day I'd see the world, but then I just kind of got stuck.”

“It's funny how LA does that to a person.”

“It sure is.”

“Well, Jakob, it's been a blast. But I should probably get back to my hotel and get some rest in case they call me.”

“Need a ride? I'm not due back for the rest of the day.”

Xander shifted his weight around and smiled with that same sly grin he had seen Angel use on Buffy all those times when they had first met and his eyes burned with anger at the older vampire. Charlie was relatively easy to seduce, it seemed. It didn't take long to have him disrobed and laying over the bed.

“You really want to feel me? You really want to see the world?”

“Yeah. Jakob. Want to see the world. Want to see you in me. Have to.”

Lust rolled off him in waves, closer to sweat. Xander felt himself enter the man. Charlie proceeded to hiss and then became very comfortable. Xander groaned as Charlie reared back and they slammed together for a few minutes. Charlie popped up and Xander grabbed his cock, massaging.

“You're freezing, Jakob.”

“Curious as to why? You wanna find out?”

“Do what you need to.”

That was all the permission Xander needed. His hand moved from Charlie's cock across his chest and then his lips descended on the victim's neck. The twinge of fear and regret came and went, easier to dismiss each time. Xander kissed the neck and then rapidly stuck the fangs in. Charlie could hear the sound of Xander sucking his blood.

“You have to stop.”

Xander moved his head away. “You want to see the world? This is your chance.”

Xander wasn't sure if this would work, but with blood still fresh on his lips, he bit into his own wrist and slammed it into Charlie's mouth. Charlie succumbed to the temptation, the first beads of hunger and Xander felt the burn of the sire, childe connection being forged. Charlie came hard across Xander's four pack. Then “Jakob” watched with mild interest as Charlie began to flail and groan. Over the next two hours, his face and his feelings began to change.

“Master.” That was the first word Charlie uttered and it sent a little shudder of power through Xander. “What do you require of me?”

“I need to go to Africa. And you will get me there. But first, a little training.”