Xander woke to blinding pain. Squinting, he stiffly turned his head. Quickly shaking his head, shaking away the pain, Xander sat up, letting his hands run down his bare chest.
"Feels different?"
Xander turned, seeing Angelus sitting in velvet chair in the far corner of the room. "It's good," he snarled, his voice rough.
"I was wondering if you were going to wake up. You've been out for a while now. Come here," Angelus ordered, smiling when his newly made vampire moved to obey.
Xander moved slowly, slightly wobbling when he walked and not really noticing his lack of clothing. "I'm hungry."
"We'll feed soon." When Xander stood before him, Angelus motioned for the fledging to kneel. Xander obeyed. "Who made you?"
Xander looked up, his hands resting at his sides. "You did."
"To whom do you belong?"
"To you," Xander replied automatically. He let his eyes drop and found himself staring at his sire's leather covered erection. Without hesitation, Xander's hands moved to release Angelus' cock. He rose up on his knees, leaning over and running his tongue over the head. Almost innately, Xander knew what to do.
Letting his hand pump Angelus' cock, Xander took the head into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. He felt Angelus' hands in his hair, pushing his head down farther. Xander's hand stilled and moved from his sire's cock to his heavy sac, his fingers drawing circles on it. Xander moved his lips farther down, not sucking, just trying to see how much of Angelus he could take in.
Angelus' hands held his head tightly as the fledgling's mouth reached the base. Xander began to suck as his head began to bob up and down.
Ten minutes later, Angelus pulled Xander's head away and rose out of the chair. Towering above him, Angelus looked down at Xander's kneeling form. "Over the chair." That was all he had to say. Xander quickly moved to obey, laying his head and chest on the seat of the chair.
Angelus knelt down behind him, his hand guiding his cock to Xander's anus. "It'll be quick this time. You need to feed." Without warning, Angelus drove into his young one, tearing him open.
Xander cried out in pain, his eyes shut tight. He didn't mind the pain; it wasn't too bad, but it was a new experience for him. As he felt his sire continue to pound into him, his own cock throbbed. He had been hard since he first took Angelus' cock in his mouth, but now his erection was demanding attention. He reached for his erection, but Angelus' hand grabbed his, lifting it then pressing it against the arm of the chair.
With a shout of pleasure, Angelus came. He quickly pulled out of Xander and turned the new vampire around. Gazing at Xander's erection with appreciative eyes, Angelus smiled. "Get yourself off. We have to feed." The Master vampire moved into a laying position and watched as Xander's hand closed around his cock. His smiled widened when all it took was a few pumps before Xander came, his cum shooting up, then splashing down on his stomach and thighs.
Angelus stood up, waiting for Xander to do the same. "You're going to have to last longer than that. But don't worry, you'll get lots of practice. Basically all we do around here is fuck and feed."
**
Angelus stood in an alleyway, offering Xander his first meal. The girl in his arms lay still, her eyes cast upward, her blond hair soaked with blood.
"But I wanted to kill her," Xander whined.
Rolling his eyes, Angelus shoved the girl at his fledgling. "You can kill the next one. You didn't have enough strength yet for this one. Now feed," he ordered, his voice clipped.
Xander's face shifted, his eyes turning yellow. Burying his fangs in the girl's neck, he began to drink, his excitement building. After he had drained her, Xander threw her body against the wall, laughing as it slid down to slump on the ground. "That was good. I want more."
"Who would've guessed?" Leading Xander out of the alleyway, Angelus motioned to the teenagers lining the street waiting to get into the club. "There's always ample supply near the Bronze. Take your pick, which one do you want?"
Xander's eyes moved rapidly over the crowd. He was nearly bouncing with the excitement of the promise of his first kill. His eyes settled on a tall girl with chestnut hair. Cordelia. That was whom he wanted for his first. "Her." He pointed her out. "I want her."
"No."
Xander turned, his eyes flashing anger. "Why? I WANT her!"
"And I said no."
"I want her, I'm going to go get her," Xander said as he started to move forward.
Angelus' hand stopped his progress and he soon found himself backed up against the wall. Angelus punched him in the chest quickly, then stepped back. His voice was cold. "Don't disobey me, Xander. You are mine, don't forget it. You can't have her now. She's meant to die later."
Xander looked down, feeling foolish. "Well, can I kill her later then, when she's meant to die?"
Sighing heavily, Angelus nodded. "If I think you're up to it and if you prove yourself. Now, go pick someone else. Don't even think about picking one of the slayer's friends again. Got it?"
Xander nodded then walked back out of the alley, his eyes searching once more. "That one. Over there, the one that looks like her. Can I kill her?"
"Yes. How are you going to get her?"
"I'm just going to take her," Xander shrugged.
"Don't let the slayer see you."
Xander smiled and moved forward, knowing that Angelus was following slightly behind. As he neared the girl, Xander's smile widened. "Hey, didn't we have Mr. Beesley's class together?"
**
Angelus and Xander returned home thirty minutes before sunrise. As they walked into the mansion, the sight of Spike and Drusilla having very acrobatic sex on the stairs greeted them. Xander stopped and stared as Angelus just rolled his eyes. He'd seen it all before.
"My Angel, you should have been back hours ago," Drusilla cooed as Spike continued to hold her leg in the correct position. "Did you and your new boy have fun?"
"Pet," Spike said, his face rigid with tension. "Will you concentrate for a moment, please?"
"We had great fun. Xander's a natural, although he's a little like you, Dru. He plays too much."
"Playing with them is so much fun, though."
"It wastes time."
"As if you had something better to be doing, mate?" Spike asked as his hand snaked around to stroke Drusilla's clitoris, making her moan and finally drawing her attention back to what they'd been doing before Angelus and his fledgling had returned.
"I did actually. I would have liked to have been here, fucking."
"Well," Spike said, smiling as he felt Drusilla clamp down on his cock. "You've got all day now. I'm sure your boy needs to learn a thing or two." Drusilla's moans drowned out anything else Spike said.
Leaning over, Xander spoke lowly into Angelus' ear. "Are we going to join them?"
Angelus smirked. "Why? Do you like them?"
"She's gorgeous. I want her."
Chuckling, Angelus gave Xander a push towards the stairs, telling him to go upstairs and wait for him. "So, we're not joining them?"
"Xander, go upstairs," Angelus repeated.
Xander sighed, climbing slowly until he reached Spike and Drusilla. He stopped, his hand reaching out to touch Drusilla's breast. Spike's face changed, a low, threatening growl escaping his throat. "Back off." When Xander didn't move, Spike pulled out of Drusilla, setting her down carefully on the stairs. "Be right back, baby."
He turned to Xander, quickly pinning him against the railing. "You weren't invited, and you never will be. If you want to survive here, you'll do good to remember that no matter how much you want her, she's not yours. If you keep forgetting that, you'll find yourself with a very broken neck. Get what I'm saying, mate?"
Xander just stood, looking at Spike defiantly, ignoring the fact that the other vampire's erection was poking his hip. Angelus, who was now standing on the step below them, cleared his throat. "He gets it, Spike. Now you'd better go let Dru take care of that for you," he said, motioning to Spike's cock.
Spike turned, his lips pursed together. "Angelus, I'm not playing around here. I will kill him if he tries that again."
Angelus rolled his eyes. "I know, Spike." Taking Xander by the arm, Angelus led his child up the stairs, hearing Spike's moans as Drusilla's mouth enveloped his cock.
When they got to his room, Angelus let go of Xander's arm. "That was really stupid, Xander."
"But I just wanted..."
"I know what you wanted. You can't have it. Spike's very protective of her and if he finds you with her, he can kill you for it. I couldn't stop him. It's his right." He opened the door. "Now we have about twelve hours of daylight to kill," he said as he tugged off his shirt and entered the bedroom. "And I've got a very good idea about how we're going to spend it."
**
Margaret and Jacob Harris sat down to eat. Their conversation was strained. They both dug into their Chinese takeout as they lounged on the couch near the phone.
Their son had been missing for two days now, and both felt it was their fault. They knew they didn't pay much attention to him, but they were both very busy with work and travel and their friends, and it always seemed like Xander fell through the cracks. They jumped as the door flew open hitting the wall behind it. "Xander? Is that you? Get in here!"
Outside the door, Xander smirked and walked inside. He turned to Angelus. "Please, let me invite you in." Xander walked into the living room, followed closely by a tall dark haired man whom they'd never seen before.
Xander's mother jumped to her feet. "Xander! You're back!" She rushed to hug her son, not noticing that he shrank away from her. "Where have you been? I cannot believe you have been gone this long. Do you know how worried your father and I were?" Her voice rose in harshness and volume. "And who is this man?"
Xander stepped back and slung an arm around Angelus' shoulders. "Mom, dad, this is my lover, Edward. I'm...I'm gay." Angelus rolled his eyes, but played along, kissing Xander's cheek.
"What?" Jacob rose off the couch. "No son of mine is going to be a little faggot."
Margaret shushed him. "Xander, this is a...shock. Aren't you dating that Chase girl?"
Xander glanced at Angelus and moved to embrace his mother. "I know it's hard to accept. I fought it for a while. But this is who I am, mom."
Margaret hugged him tighter, guiding his head onto her shoulder. "I..we'll try to deal with this together, Xander." Xander's face changed and he sank his fangs into her neck. She cried out. "Xander! What..." He covered her mouth with a hand and continued to drain her.
The blood drained from Jacob's face as his wife's blood drained from her body. The man was used to controlling all situations, and now his own son was out of his control. "Xander! Stop that."
"Nice try, Dad." He dropped his mother's body to the floor. "But I don't think you can boss me around anymore." Xander launched himself at his father, pummeling the older man with his fists. One strong punch broke his nose. Blood streamed down his father's face, but Xander continued to batter him. He threw him to the floor and kicked him. His face was contorted in rage.
"You fucking bastard. How does that feel? Huh? Does it hurt? Does it hurt as much as when you hit me? Fuck you!" The body on the floor was still, but Xander continued to kick it.
After a few more minutes, Angelus spoke up. "He's dead, Xander." Xander ignored him. "Xander!" Finally, Angelus grabbed the teenager by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him to the dining room table. Angelus bent him over it, pulling his pants down. The fledgling struggled, but Angelus pinned him with his knees. The older vampire unzipped his leather pants enough so he could free his cock, and rammed himself into the struggling boy. Xander grunted and grabbed the edges of the table, his teeth clenching against the pain of being entered dry.
Angelus slammed into him, pushing Xander's hips into the sharp edge of the table. After a few minutes, Angelus came. He pulled himself out of Xander.
The new vamp laid on the table for a moment, then righted himself. "Is it time for me to whack myself off again? You just aren't very good at pleasing your partner."
Angelus coolly regarded Xander. "When you stop letting your anger control you and start using it as a tool, you'll get to play. You wasted an entire meal." He pointed to Xander's father.
"He deserved it."
"Whatever," Angelus dismissed. "Now, call her." Xander stepped over his father's corpse, pulling up his pants carefully, trying to forget that his cock was painfully hard, and picked up the phone, dialing.
"Cordy." His face crinkled in distaste. "Yeah. I know I've been missing....No, my parents know I'm...no, don't call Buffy, I will...we're still on for later tonight, right? Midnight show...yes, I'll call everyone...Don't worry about it...love ya." He hung the phone up and turned to Angelus. "Do you have any idea how disgusting that was?"
**
"Are you okay, Xander?" The fledgling looked over at his "date". Cordelia was puzzled. "I thought you would be happy. I mean, it's the drive-in edition of the X-Files movie. Don't you remember how many make-out sessions it took to convince me to come to this?"
When Xander still didn't say anything, she slid away from him and opened the door. "Look, I'm going for snacks. You want your usual stuff? All right, when I come back, I expect you to be happy, shiny Xander again. And turn on the heater. You're freezing."
Xander visibly relaxed as the source of the smell of hot blood left the car. Angelus had said it was more fun to play, but that scent was driving him crazy. He could smell it everywhere, coursing through all of the mortals surrounding him.
That annoying beep started as Cordelia opened the door and got back in again, holding a box of popcorn and licorice. "One packet Twizzlers and a small popcorn, extra butter. For me, the non-pig, veggies and dip." Xander made to take the tray from her but his bloodlust was making his fingers shake and he ended up knocking it over onto her dress. "What is wrong with you, Xander? This is a really expensive dress, and--it's not even worth mentioning. First, you're missing for days, making everyone crazy, and then you call me and tell me to keep our date a secret. I'm not buying that 'I had to think about some things' story, Xander. And when I get back from getting this stain out, you're telling me the truth."
She left the car again, and this time Xander followed her at a safe distance, stalking her as she made her way to the ladies' room. When she entered the room, he counted to ten and then pushed the door open, following her in. She spun around, her hair flying out around her. "What are you doing here, Xander? This is the ladies' room, and we all know you aren't a lady." She stopped teasing. "Xander, honey, really. What's wrong? You're really starting to scare me." She turned back to the mirror, glad to see from the reflection that Xander had left the room.
Cold hands crept onto her shoulders, and she felt a freezing peck on her cheek. Realization dawned as Xander's face changed and he sank his fangs into her neck. Cordy screamed and twisted in his grip, fishing the small cross out of her purse. She pressed it to his arm and he screamed, letting her go.
"That wasn't nice."
"Get out of my way, Xander," her voice betraying her fear. "I may not be the Slayer, but I swear to God I'll kill you."
"I just don't think so, Cordy. You see, my sire told me that you could be my first solo kill, and I don't want to disappoint him so soon."
Reaching behind him, he turned the manual lock on the bathroom door. Cordelia's bravado faded just a bit, and she looked wildly at the high window which was the only other way out of the room. "I'll give you a head start. One...." She tensed. "Two..." Slightly swaying, he began to near Cordy. "Three..." She bolted for the door and he caught her around the waist, knocking the cross out of her hand.
Cordelia screamed in fear and drew back her fist, hitting him square in the face. It didn't hurt him, but it angered him, so he backhanded her, knocking her into the far wall, where she slid down to the floor. Her eyes lit on the cross, not two feet away from her. He noticed it too, and grabbed her by the hair, banging her head into the concrete floor. She stilled and he rolled her over. Blood oozed sluggishly from a scrape on her head, and her arm was twisted at an impossible angle. "Stop it, Xander, please."
A strong hand lifted her off the floor, and pinned her to the wall. Xander pressed the length of his body against hers, and ground his pelvis into her, letting her feel his erection. "Maybe if you're nice to me I won't kill you." His free hand yanked the hem of her skirt up, finally tearing it off of her when that proved difficult. Her panties joined her shredded skirt on the floor. "You know, you give me a little something, say like a blowjob, I don't make your death quite as nasty?"
Cordy turned hateful eyes to him and spit in his face. "Fuck you." He dug two fingers inside her, his nails pinching the sensitive tissues. She winced, but remained silent. Frustrated, he raked his fingernails down the length of her pussy, leaving four long tears. He pulled his hand away covered in blood. "That's just the beginning, Cordy."
Through sobs, she ground out, "Fuck you."
"I don't think you understand, Cordy. I'm going to fuck you, not the other way around. In the ass, of course, since I don't think there's much left of your cunt." He said, purposefully using the coarsest language. When she continued to stare at him, he grabbed her face, forcing her chin up. "Stop looking at me." He dug his thumb and forefinger into one of her eye-sockets and ripped. Still propping her up with one hand, Xander popped the eyeball into his mouth, chewing contentedly. "Yummy, an appetizer. I hope eye-patches are trendy this year, Cordy." She didn't hear him, of course, the pain had made her pass out.
Finally, he turned back to Cordy and her neck, licking the blood from the wound he had already inflicted there. He buried his fangs in her flesh and drank deeply. When he was full, he let her slide down the wall. The door of one of the stalls swung open, and Angelus stepped out, his gaze quickly traveling from the corpse on the floor to the smirk on his fledgling's face.
"Was that good? Did I hurt her enough?" The new vamp bounced slightly, his need for approval evident.
"Yeah. Although...it seems a waste to let such a good snatch go unfucked. It's too late now; I don't like to fuck corpses." Glancing at Xander, he said, "Well, only the ones that thrust back."
"What do we do with her?" The pair took in Cordelia. Her back was propped up against the wall, and a steady stream of blood oozed from between her parted legs.
Angelus considered for a moment. "We want her to be found. Help me get her out to the car." Angelus took her legs and Xander grabbed her under the shoulders. As they hauled her upwards, Angelus paused, licking his lips. "One second." Leaning forward, he licked Cordelia's wounded core, savoring it. His eyes closed in ecstasy.
Xander watched his sire's face greedily, his mouth parted slightly. "What's that taste like?"
"There's nothing like it. It's death and rape and life." He started to back up, unlocking the door with one hand. They quickly carted Cordelia back to her car, shoving her into the front seat.
"Where to now?"
**
Willow sat at one of the tables in the Bronze, listening to Oz's band play. She wasn't really paying attention, she was thinking about Xander. She hadn't seen or heard from him in three days. And now, Cordelia was missing as well.
Willow turned her head, looking at the bar where Buffy stood in line, waiting to order some drinks. Tears sprung up in her eyes as she thought about the possibility that her two friends were dead. She didn't even know why she had let Oz and Buffy drag her to the club that night. She really just wanted to be curled up in her bed, surrounded by pictures of Xander. Or she wanted to be out searching for him and Cordelia.
Since they had discovered that Xander was missing, they had searched. Nothing had turned up, so Buffy had declared that tonight was a rest night. She still had hopes that Xander had just bailed for a bit and would return soon. But Willow knew better. Xander would never just take off.
Willow was shaken out of her thoughts when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Buff..." Her words stopped when she turned around and saw her best friend since elementary school smiling down at her. She hopped off the stool and jumped into Xander's embrace. "Xander! Oh my God! You're all right. We were so worried about you!"
"Yeah, Will. I'm fine. See?" He held out his arms and turned around slowly.
"Where were you? Where'd you get that leather jacket? Where's Cordy? No one's seen her since yesterday."
"Oh, I'm sure she's around. Maybe there was a sale at Boomingdale's. You know she wouldn't be able to miss that. As for where I got the jacket, a friend gave it to me, you like?"
The redhead nodded distractedly. "Where've you been?"
"Oh, I just had to get away. You know how it is."
"No, Xander, I don't." Her brow creased. "It's not like you not to tell anyone that you're leaving. In fact, it's not like you to leave."
"Yeah," he said angrily. "Well, I just had to go, okay? You don't know, Willow. Your life is filled with happy things. You don't know what it's like to have..."
Willow's face softened. "Your parents?" Xander looked down, his fingers idly picking at the hem of his shirt. "Did your dad hit you again?"
She almost jumped back as he looked up sharply and grabbed her hand. "Let's go for a walk. There are too many people here, Will."
"Will you tell me what happened?"
"Yes. When we're outside."
Willow tightened her hand in his. "Okay. Let's go."
**
"So why'd he hit you this time, Xander?" Willow looked up as Xander led her around the corner. "Don't you think it's time that you get help? You can't just let them do this stuff..."
"It's over, Willow. They won't touch me anymore." He stopped, turning around to face her.
"What do you mean, Xand?"
"I mean that they're not in the position to hit me anymore. I've learned a lot during the past couple of days."
"Will you tell me where you were?" she asked hopefully, not noticing that Xander kept looking from side to side and had backed her up against a wall.
"Why does it matter? I missed you though." He focused his attention on her, his hands running up and down her arms. "I've been thinking a lot about it and I think that you and I should change the dynamics of our relationship."
Uncomfortable now, Willow squirmed under his gaze and the movement of his hands. "H-how so?"
He leaned down. "I think we should move it to the next level." Forcing unnecessary air out of his lungs, he blew lightly into her ear. "You know, when I'm alone at night, in my room." He paused, his tongue snaking out quickly to flick at her earlobe. "It's you I think about when I make myself come."
Willow gasped, then brought her arms up and pushed him back with all of her strength. "W-what's wrong with you? Why are you..."
"Why am I coming to me senses? Isn't this what you want? What you've wanted for so long? Since seventh grade I've seen you look at me like there isn't anything you want more in the world, Will. Don't deny that you want this." He stepped towards her again, one hand moving to grasp her upper arm and the other one moving to cup her left breast. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her savagely.
"Xander, quit it!" She pushed him back again, but he wouldn't relent as he pressed his body against hers, his knee forcing her thighs to part.
"We've both known that one day this would happen. We'd evolve. Let it happen, Willow. There's nothing I want more in the world then to delve into that tight little pussy of yours." Willow shook her head as if to deny that those awful words had come from Xander's mouth. Tears poured from her as she tried to push him off of her.
"Buffy," she yelled, knowing that the slayer could never hear her. But she continued to scream. Xander let go of her only to slap her. Willow cupped her cheek, too shocked to scream anymore. She looked up and what she saw made her stomach lurch. Before her stood Xander, her childhood friend, his face twisted into a hideous mask, his eyes of cold yellow boring into her. "No, Xander, no!"
Xander chuckled, "Yes, Willow, yes!" Suddenly he craned his neck to the side and was quiet for a moment. He turned back to her, kissing her harshly once again then pulling back and licking a long path up from her neck to her ear. "See you later, friend. We're going to come back later. Then you and I are going to finish talking."
Willow's eyes closed for only a second, but when she opened them, Xander was gone. Slumping down against the brick wall, Willow shook her head, letting the sobs take over. Xander was a vampire. Xander, her Xander was dead.
"No, not Xander, not Xander, not Xander..." she repeated.
**
Oz and Buffy moved through the crowd with a purpose. They had to find Willow. Buffy fingered the now healed wound on her lip. Tracing the scar had become a habit. As she and the guitarist stepped outside, Buffy felt the familiar tingle in her belly.
"Vampires. Two of them, I think." She glanced at Oz, nodding in approval as she saw the stake in his hand. "You go over there, look for Willow, I'm going this way. Stay in shouting distance."
**
Xander rejoined Angelus in another alley, and his sire took a hold of him, lifting and pushing him against the wall. Kissing him hard, Angelus felt his child's erection. "You did well, Xander."
"I did?" he asked, almost shocked. He smiled when Angelus nodded. He kissed the other vampire, his legs winding around Angelus' hips. "I'm glad I've pleased you. It was hard not to rip off her panties and fuck her blue."
"I would've killed you if you had done that."
"I know." Xander's legs found the ground again. "We have to go. I heard the slayer coming. That's why my visit with Little Willow was so short."
"We don't have to run from her, Xander," Angelus said indignantly.
"I know we don't. I just thought that we could save our energy for something else." He smiled, once more kissing his sire before running off in the direction of the mansion, Angelus following leisurely behind.
**
End Part Two