A Heart That Can Hurt
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Buffy/Devil May Cry
Chapter Summary: The rescue goes a little wrong.
Word Count: 680
Rating: Teen, complete with Xander Teen Angst!
When she comes to, she instantly tries to move her shoulder. Only it doesn’t hurt.
“Ya healed everyone.” Kryvi’s outside the sword, smiling with pride. It feels warm. When it comes to it, he’s a pretty nice guy, for a vampire ghost.
She follows his gaze to find…Buffy’s snoring. Xander’s curled up. His wing looks fine, but he hasn’t changed back and he’s not looking at them.
“You’re not the only one who went nuts. You didn’t even kill anything,” she points out. She’d feel bad about it. After all, Xander’s half-devil and he’s still a person. But at the same time, they’d tried to kidnap a little girl and did this to Xander, so she’s not feeling much sympathy.
“I hurt you.” There’s no emotion in his voice. Not a good sign.
“I got better!” But even the Monty Python doesn’t get him to glance in her direction. “Also, if you want to be technical, it was Kryvi. He’s the one who stabbed me, to give me the power he’d siphoned. You just had your hand on the hilt. It’s like you were a passenger in the car; you weren’t steering.” She turns to the vampire-ghost. “…Did that…hurt?”
“Good student, y’are. Vampires’re better at takin’ than givin’.” Kryvi doesn’t seem all that bothered by it, though, and why would he? He’s the one who came up with a clever idea and executed it, and also demons are better at dealing with pain, anyway.
She nudges Buffy with her foot. The blonde startles awake muttering something about cheese. “Tell Xander he’s being stupid about this.”
“You’re being stupid about this,” Buffy parrots obediently, then turns back to her, yawning. “What is this, exactly?”
“He’s going all nonverbal and pouty just because Kryvi decided stabbing me was the only way to finish it.” Okay, pushing him is exactly what she’d said she wasn’t going to do, but he’d still showed some restraint, and he hadn’t expected that last attack to actually hit. He’s got better control than he gives himself credit for.
“Stop joking about it! I could’ve killed you!” His snarl, for once, is a little intimidating, but only a little intimidating.
Willow nods sagely. “Of course you could. That’s why you aimed for my shoulder, known mortal weak point in humans.” He’d trashed the walls and the rest of the corridor pretty thoroughly, and they were good, but not that good. Not yet.
“We’re probably going to get a little more banged up when we start training,” Buffy adds sensibly, only he stiffens even further at that.
“I…really want to do that. We can implement more mental block style training,” Willow suggests.
Xander doesn’t respond.
“Xander…”
He stands quickly, drawing on his inhuman speed, picks both of them up under their arms, being careful with his claws but they poke all the same, and moves. Willow gets a glimpse of shadow-light-shadow like they’re driving at night, and that’s definitely making her disoriented and dizzy, before he’s dumping them at the feet of one of the Fae outside, then disappearing again before either of them can get out a word.
“Was that—” the Fae asks, and Willow winces.
“He’s…a little upset.” And what’s worse, she’s not sure there’s anything she can do to help. “Kryvirk Kala said they were running?”
The lady’s leaning on a big rowan staff. She sweeps a hand as an indication for them to look, and there are humans in robes lying everywhere, like they’d merely fallen. They must have more awesome weapon like the one they gave Buffy. “Started abandoning their mortal vessels shortly after our attack. We’re trying to follow them, but they’re so much faster in that form, and it feels like they’re fleeing to one of the Hell dimensions. We might owe a debt, but we’re not going to follow in there.”
Willow swallows. It’s a victory, but. It feels so much more hollow than the last time. Failures had happened before; Xander had even refunded the money as the man had stormed off, but this…
Xander needs to be okay.
Buffy/Devil May Cry
Chapter Summary: The rescue goes a little wrong.
Word Count: 680
Rating: Teen, complete with Xander Teen Angst!
When she comes to, she instantly tries to move her shoulder. Only it doesn’t hurt.
“Ya healed everyone.” Kryvi’s outside the sword, smiling with pride. It feels warm. When it comes to it, he’s a pretty nice guy, for a vampire ghost.
She follows his gaze to find…Buffy’s snoring. Xander’s curled up. His wing looks fine, but he hasn’t changed back and he’s not looking at them.
“You’re not the only one who went nuts. You didn’t even kill anything,” she points out. She’d feel bad about it. After all, Xander’s half-devil and he’s still a person. But at the same time, they’d tried to kidnap a little girl and did this to Xander, so she’s not feeling much sympathy.
“I hurt you.” There’s no emotion in his voice. Not a good sign.
“I got better!” But even the Monty Python doesn’t get him to glance in her direction. “Also, if you want to be technical, it was Kryvi. He’s the one who stabbed me, to give me the power he’d siphoned. You just had your hand on the hilt. It’s like you were a passenger in the car; you weren’t steering.” She turns to the vampire-ghost. “…Did that…hurt?”
“Good student, y’are. Vampires’re better at takin’ than givin’.” Kryvi doesn’t seem all that bothered by it, though, and why would he? He’s the one who came up with a clever idea and executed it, and also demons are better at dealing with pain, anyway.
She nudges Buffy with her foot. The blonde startles awake muttering something about cheese. “Tell Xander he’s being stupid about this.”
“You’re being stupid about this,” Buffy parrots obediently, then turns back to her, yawning. “What is this, exactly?”
“He’s going all nonverbal and pouty just because Kryvi decided stabbing me was the only way to finish it.” Okay, pushing him is exactly what she’d said she wasn’t going to do, but he’d still showed some restraint, and he hadn’t expected that last attack to actually hit. He’s got better control than he gives himself credit for.
“Stop joking about it! I could’ve killed you!” His snarl, for once, is a little intimidating, but only a little intimidating.
Willow nods sagely. “Of course you could. That’s why you aimed for my shoulder, known mortal weak point in humans.” He’d trashed the walls and the rest of the corridor pretty thoroughly, and they were good, but not that good. Not yet.
“We’re probably going to get a little more banged up when we start training,” Buffy adds sensibly, only he stiffens even further at that.
“I…really want to do that. We can implement more mental block style training,” Willow suggests.
Xander doesn’t respond.
“Xander…”
He stands quickly, drawing on his inhuman speed, picks both of them up under their arms, being careful with his claws but they poke all the same, and moves. Willow gets a glimpse of shadow-light-shadow like they’re driving at night, and that’s definitely making her disoriented and dizzy, before he’s dumping them at the feet of one of the Fae outside, then disappearing again before either of them can get out a word.
“Was that—” the Fae asks, and Willow winces.
“He’s…a little upset.” And what’s worse, she’s not sure there’s anything she can do to help. “Kryvirk Kala said they were running?”
The lady’s leaning on a big rowan staff. She sweeps a hand as an indication for them to look, and there are humans in robes lying everywhere, like they’d merely fallen. They must have more awesome weapon like the one they gave Buffy. “Started abandoning their mortal vessels shortly after our attack. We’re trying to follow them, but they’re so much faster in that form, and it feels like they’re fleeing to one of the Hell dimensions. We might owe a debt, but we’re not going to follow in there.”
Willow swallows. It’s a victory, but. It feels so much more hollow than the last time. Failures had happened before; Xander had even refunded the money as the man had stormed off, but this…
Xander needs to be okay.
