Walker of Night Part 4

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Summary: Xander's a Nightwalker now, and we get Xander and Angel's reactions (also Xander is still a trouble magnet).
Word Count: 1007
Rating: Teen (buffy-level violence)
Pairing: Xander/Spike

 

“Will someone please tell me wot a Nightwalker is?” Spike whined, and finally Xander gave in.

“Human-vampire hybrid,” he offered, and Spike raised an eyebrow.

“Tain’t possible, pet.”

“Lovin’ bein’ impossible, here,” the brunette returned with the ghost of an English accent, and he was just full of lovely surprises today.  “It’s like…I’m the Doctor, which is really cool.”

Spike blinked.  “Since when have ya known ‘bout anythin’ good on the telly, mate?”  He was met with a grin.  Instead of blustering denial, or insults of his own viewing choices.

 

“Oh!  I’m a mutant!  I could totally go to Xavier’s Academy now!  I’m like Wolverine!”  Spike felt torn between laughing, being annoyed that Xander appeared to be completely missing the point, or smiling at the enthusiasm his pet was showing.

 

Angel came up, sniffing slightly at the air.  There was a familiar scent, and he could just barely hear Xander talking with Cordelia.  He stopped for a minute, listening to the conversation, wanting to be informed before he just walked into the situation.

“You knew!  You knew about Doyle, and you didn’t tell me!”  Well, wasn’t that just wonderful.

“I…wasn’t anything you could do about it.  It was a fixed point in time.”  Cordie said something really uncomplimentary to him at that point, because he could hear the verbal flinch.  “Okay, forget I said that, but…seriously, it was kind of…okay, he saved the world, he’s a big hero, and not only would it really, really be bad if he didn’t do it, he was really awesome when he did, even though he died, and I’m not helping any am I?  But…I did good, right?  I mean, you wouldn’t have gotten any time together if I hadn’t said anything, and…”

“Well, thanks for that I suppose,” she admitted, grudgingly grateful.  “But I can’t give that stupid power on to you, because apparently, you have it already.  Isn’t that wonderful, Xander?” she complained.

He scratched at the back of his neck.  “No, not really.  I mean, I don’t get headaches like you do, but yeah.  Has its downsides.”

And then Angel smelled Xander, really smelled him, and surged into the room, trapping Xander against the nearest wall.

“Have you gone insane?” Cordelia asked, gaping at the two of them.

Angel wasn’t taking any chances, the ridges of his Game Face poking through.  “What are you?” he hissed at Xander, who looked equal parts scared, angry, and guilty.

“Not a vampire,” he insisted, even as fangs dropped and his hands itched to fight back.  “Half vampire with added soul, so please, please, please don’t hurt me.”

Spike sauntered into the room, and Angel wanted to attack him too.  “You did this to him.”

“Please, boy didn’t even fight back.  It’s like ‘e wanted this ta happen.”  Spike sounded calm, but Angel knew better.  Spike really hadn’t wanted to actually hurt the boy, probably just teach him a lesson.  This really was a mess.

 

“Would you please sit down?  You’re making me dizzy,” Buffy complained, but Spike only growled back.  Someone had taken his Xanpet.  Who knew what they were now doing to the boy?  And he didn’t have any survival instincts, which meant that he might end up the permanent kind of dead if they didn’t get there soon.

 

Spike stood outside the warehouse and willed himself to keep outside, just for one more minute.  For once, the goody goods had been speakin’ sense, because he couldn’t take all of those inside alone and protect his beautiful Nightwalker at the same time.  And he really wanted the boy alive, in the way that the boy was fangy, slightly barmy, and really, really sexy.

Still, the words within urged him to just lose control and go there and rip all of their throats out.

“Seriously, Harris a vampire?  He didn’t deserve that.  Did you hear the way he screamed?  He just happened to be in the right place at the right time, stupid luck.  He’s not strong enough to take the power.”  Sounded like a dumb athlete, with just enough strength in the blood to make him tasty.  Spike willed his beautiful Xanpet awake, to eat these goons.

Another voice spoke, a chit’s.  “Don’t worry, we’ll have his power soon, and he’ll writhe and beg us to eat him before he dies.  He’s already done as much when we’re human.”  There was the sound of metal on flesh, and a growl tore its way from his throat.

Another bloke, sounding more than a little drunk on power.  “Those who can take power deserve to keep it.  Those who can’t stop others from stealing their power, well…”  Ugly laughter followed.

“Hurry up, Slayer,” he muttered under his breath.  Because he couldn’t leave his Xanpet in the hands of those…chanting people.  He recognized the language, and felt his undead heart squeeze.  They were planning to steal his power, make it their own, and the process would be some of the worst torture he’d ever seen, not to mention painful and probably kill the boy.  …He was in love with the bugger.  Great.  Well, he really was love’s bitch, and he could deal with this later.  After a good spot of violence.  He ‘oped that their spell worked…a bit….just so he could fight them with a minimum of pain.  They really deserved to have their throats ripped out.

He heard the signal and stalked quietly into the warehouse.  “’E ain’t a real vampire, ducks.  But ya’ll be gettin’ a taste a’ real vampire, soon enough.”  They looked up at him in surprise, fangs beginning to extend, wavering as if not quite sure whether to be real, from their mouths.  Good.

Soon Buffy was right next to him, kicking and punching, and he admired her fighting spirit, especially when it was used to hurt the people who’d dared to hurt his boy.  He tore open a throat, his head giving a twinge but not a wracking headache, and the others turned to look at him as one, growling, aroused at the scent of fresh blood.