After band practice, Oz went through the motions of cleaning up. He put his guitar in its case; he wound up the wires that led to the amps. He asked if his band mates needed help carrying their equipment to their cars. In truth is mind was miles away from the dank basement. His mind kept turning over the events of the past few days. Xander had been missing; everyone had been frantically trying to find him, then all of the sudden he showed up at the Bronze the night before, luring Willow out into the alley, only to reveal that a demon now resided in his body.
An involuntary shiver ran through Oz's body as he thought about how he had found Willow in the alley. She could barely speak, she had just sat there rocking back and forth, repeating, "Not Xander." Oz should've been with Willow instead of practicing with his band. She was his girlfriend and he loved her. He should have just told Devon to piss off.
Actually he was going to do just that, but at the last moment, Willow told Oz that she wanted him to go. Buffy would be staying with her, so she'd be okay until Oz returned from practice. Oz sat down on the old sofa, relacing his boots and saying good bye to the last of the groupies that filed out after Devon and the rest of the band.
Sighing and standing up, he wondered how Willow was doing. As he began to head for the door, Oz's face connected with something hard, sending him sprawling to the floor. Pressing the palm of his hand to his eye, Oz looked around, trying to see what he had run into.
His eyes focused on a pair of shoes. Tilting his head back, Oz's eyes ran up the length of the denim covered legs. Suddenly the person before him leaned down, grabbing him and pulling him to his feet. Oz found himself staring into deep brown eyes. Eyes that held supreme evil within.
"Xander." Oz felt newborn fear work its way down his body, chilling every inch of him. Oz tried to get out of Xander's hold, but to no avail.
"Quit struggling, Oz." Xander's voice turned mockingly sweet. "You know I'd never hurt you. I'm a lover not a fighter. And I love you." The vampire took Oz's head in his hands and placed a hard kiss on his forehead.
Oz tried to speak but could only form vowel sounds, making Xander smile. "Oz, man! Take it easy. You're so tense. It's like your frightened or something." Xander's face quickly shifted, showing Oz his demonic visage, then quickly shifted back. "It's not like I'm going to hurt you." The vampire laughed. "I like you Oz, always have, man. But I have to say. You're being really insensitive to your girlfriend's needs."
Xander led him back to the couch, forcing him to sit. Taking a seat next to the guitarist, Xander continued. "You see, your girl, the lovely and fair Willow, just found out last night that her best friend, that would be me, was just turned into something she loathes. Now, a GOOD boyfriend would be there comforting her, and maybe getting a little play, but no. You're here, practicing with the...Monkeys or the Turtles... What the hell is the name of your band anyway?" Xander looked at Oz expectantly.
Oz swallowed hard, trying not to look at Xander. "Dingoes."
"Right! Dingoes. Now why would you be here, instead of with Willow? Wait. You know what?" He threw Oz a quizzical look. "I don't care! The fact is, is that you're here. Not there!" Laughing, Xander clasped a hand on Oz's shoulder. "And that gives me the perfect opportunity to kill you. Well wait, my mistake, it gives US the perfect opportunity."
Xander turned his head, motioning towards the door. Craning his head, Oz's gaze followed Xander's. Standing in the doorjamb, Angelus smiled, then lit the cigarette that was dangling from his mouth. He stepped forward, his eyes intent on Oz. "You should be more careful. Those groupies of yours will invite just about anyone in."
Angelus smiled a little, inhaling from the cigarette, then flicking it at Oz. Xander laughed when the lit butt landed on Oz's lap and the mortal hurried to knock it off of him. Xander draped his feet over Oz's lap, reclining back and watching his sire move to the guitar that laid on an amp. Angelus began to remove the strings.
"Do you know why you're going to die, boy?" Oz shook his head. He was far beyond the ability to speak. "You're going to die because of Willow. You see, you're in the way. We want her."
Xander sat up, his legs still on top of Oz's, and leaned over, his lips brushing Oz's ear. "I'm going fuck her, Oz. Don't you wish you could watch?"
The threat of Willow being harmed woke Oz up. He shook out of the momentary fear, and struggled to push Xander off and way from him. "Don't touch her!"
Xander laughed evilly as he straddled Oz's lap, holding the mortal's wrists down as well. His lips touched Oz's ear once again. "Oh, we're going to do much more than touch her, Oz." Xander's mouth latched onto the lobe, sucking it in. His face changed and his fangs sank into the soft flesh. Oz gasped as he felt Xander's teeth bite though his ear and heard the demonic growl.
Xander jerked his head to the side, ripping the lobe from Oz's ear, smiling as he heard his one time friend's screams. He stood up, spitting the lobe at Oz. Leaning over, Xander grabbed Oz by the hair, pulling him up. He pushed Oz's hand away from the bleeding ear, leaned down and lapped at the blood that flowed from it. "Who would have thought that you would taste so good?"
Xander pulled back and his hands left Oz. Satisfied that the boy could stand on his own, Xander roughly ripped Oz's shirt off. Bending his head, Xander's teeth found Oz's nipple and tore through the skin. Oz fought back weakly. Xander easily subdued him. Pulling back once again, Xander took the nipple from his mouth, rolling it around in his hand. "Neat!" Xander's finger found its way into the gaping hole and pushed through, forcing more blood to flow and causing Oz to gasp.
"Quit playing."
Xander turned to Angelus, his finger wriggling inside of Oz. "Look! Isn't this neat?" Angelus just gave him a stern look. "Well, I think it's neat. Excuse me for being new to this."
"Xander." Angelus' voice was tight. "We're here to kill him, not play." Before Xander could protest, Angelus added, "You've already played tonight. Remember? That girl who now has no skin?" When Xander looked down, almost pouting, Angelus said, "Come on, let's finish it. We still have a watcher to kill tonight. Bring him here."
Withdrawing his finger, Xander sighed, dragging Oz to Angelus. "Can I play with the watcher?"
Angelus growled, obviously tired of Xander's enthusiasm. "If you're good." Xander bounced, flinging Oz towards his sire. Angelus grabbed Oz's hair, forcing the boy to look at him. The vampire didn't say a word, he just looking into Oz's eyes, taking in the dull blankness of them. He wrapped a guitar string around Oz's neck, tying it just tight enough to where it pressed against the skin.
Angelus tied two more guitar strings to Oz, one around each wrist. Oz did not struggle. His body was limp and his eyes held a far away look. Leading the boy to a doorjamb, Angelus held him up while Xander quickly installed hooks in the wood then tied the strings to the hooks. Angelus dropped Oz and stepped back, along with Xander to watch as the strings sliced through the boy's soft skin, a stream of red flowing from where the strings had torn away the flesh.
The vampires heard a wheeze as the strings, helped by gravity, slashed Oz's esophagus. Xander's smile widened watching the boy's eyes slip almost closed and hearing his heartbeat slow. When he heard Oz take his last breath, Xander turned to Angelus, sliding a hand over his sire's silk covered stomach. As Xander slowly sank to his knees before him, Angelus' hand cupped his child's face then slid back to put light pressure at the base of Xander's skull. Xander rubbed his cheek against Angelus' growing erection.
Xander looked up at his sire as his hands went to the zipper of Angelus' leather pants. "Can I?" Xander's voice was full of want, his eyes glassy. Angelus nodded, growling in lust. Undoing the pants, Xander slipped a hand inside, gently pulling out his sire's hard cock. Wrapping a hand around the base, Xander licked the wide tip. His tongue moved around the head, swirling.
"Xander, don't tease." Angelus' grip on Xander's head tightened as he thrust his hips. Xander smiled then sucked the head into his mouth, sucking gently. With one thrust, Angelus forced Xander to take all of him into his mouth.
Xander's head began to bob up and down his sire's cock as his hand came up to cup and caress his heavy balls. Hearing Angelus' deep growl, Xander prepared for the flood of cum that would soon invade his mouth. Pulling back until only the head of Angelus' cock was inside his mouth, Xander sucked hard, swallowing when Angelus came.
Angelus stepped back, quickly tucking his cock away and zipping up. He looked at Xander, watching as his young one pulled down his jeans, revealing his own hard, swollen cock. Angelus watched, almost mesmerized as Xander began to stroke himself, throwing his head back as his hips bucked, thrusting his cock into his hand.
Still being a young vampire, Xander came quickly. Standing up, Xander refastened his jeans then moved close to Angelus. "Was I good? Can I play with the watcher?" Angelus just stood there, as if debating with himself silently. "Aww! Please?" Xander ran his hand down Angelus' chest, then nipped at his chin.
"Okay, but when I say enough, you stop. Got it?" In response, Xander bounced. Angelus stilled him, placing a rough possessive kiss on Xander's eager mouth.
When Angelus let go of him, Xander walked slowly to Oz's corpse. Sticking out his tongue, Xander licked from Oz's bellybutton up to his slit throat. Looking over at Angelus, Xander gave him a lopsided grin. "It's good blood."
**
"Giles!" Buffy burst through the doors with Willow in tow. The slayer was dressed to kill in black cargo pants with a red tank top. Across her lips, the still healing knife wound twisted her mouth into a snarl.
"What's wrong, Buffy? Who's...who's died now?" He hastily closed the books he'd been reading and stood.
"Oz," she said shortly. "We're just back from the morgue. We had to identify him and Cordelia. They've been busy."
"Yes, yes they have. Xander's parents were found dead a few hours ago. My contact at the coroner's just phoned me."
Willow sank into one of the seats, staring blankly at the table as the pair continued to converse. After a minute or two, Buffy moved to the weapons room, coldly surveying the deadly instruments.
"Willow." Her head shot up at the sound of Giles' voice. "Are you...no, of course you're not." He sat down next to her. "I don't know, how to say this..."
Willow turned towards him abruptly and embraced him. "Giles, we saw him. He was SLICED...with his guitar strings. It was horrible. And someone had ripped Cordelia's eye out...probably Xander. How could he do those things?"
"Willow, I think I know how you feel."
"Ms. Calendar?"
"Yes, Jenny. He killed both of them. She was lying there, on the bed, her neck turned at a sickening angle, her body stiff. And the man, the vampire who did it, was once a trusted friend of mine. Xander is no longer Xander, Willow. He's a demon."
"I know, I know. Xander said Angelus turned him to hurt me." She shook her head against Giles' chest. "Why is he coming after me, Giles? If he was trying to reach Buffy, Xander would just be dead, and he wouldn't have said those horrible things to me."
They both turned to watch Buffy, who was testing the weights of several crossbows.
"Willow, I don't know why...Angelus has a history of terrorizing girls...I know it seems hard now, but time...no, I won't lie to you. It always hurts. It's just that after a while, you begin to remember the good again."
"I don't know if I loved Oz, Giles. And I feel bad that I didn't tell him, that I wasn't...I don't even know."
"I understand, Willow." And looking into his eyes, she saw that he did.
"Giles. I have to get Willow to a safe place. Will you be ok here?"
"Yes, I...I'll just tidy up a bit here and go home. If you need help, or a place to hide..."
"I'll keep it in mind. C'mon, Willow."
Willow hugged Giles again and slipped out of his arms. "Bye...and thank you, Giles."
**
Giles was just packing up the books he needed to take home and thinking about Xander and how he had failed the boy when he heard a noise in the stacks. Grabbing a large cross that sat on the table, he carefully and quietly climbed the stairs. Making his way between the shelves of books, Giles' heart began to pump faster.
"Giles!" He heard called behind him. He spun around, face to face with Xander. Remembering quickly that Xander was no longer Xander but a demon in his body, Giles held the cross up. Xander hissed, stumbling backwards, falling to the ground with his arms crossed over his face. "Giles, no."
Giles stepped closer, holding the cross out like a shield. His arms faltered a bit when he saw Xander cringe from him, a horrible look upon his face. It was the look of torment, lost hope, despair, and utter sadness. When Xander looked up, pleading with his eyes, Giles moved back, confused.
"Willow. She, she cursed me." Xander remained on the ground, tears rolling out of his eyes. "Giles. It hurts. It hurts so bad!"
Dropping his arm, Giles' other hand coming up to clap over his mouth. He was so confused. Here was one of his friends, one of his only true friends, made a vampire. He didn't know if he could trust Xander, this Xander. He wanted desperately to believe that he had been cursed, that his soul had been restored.
"Giles, please." Xander's voice was so pathetic it was almost painful for Giles to hear. "Please help me." At Giles' hesitation, Xander asked, "What can I do to make you believe me?" Xander got to his knees, crawling slowly towards Giles. As he expected Giles backed up farther, but accidentally dropped the cross.
Sitting beside the cross, Xander unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his unnaturally pale chest. He picked up the cross, hissing at the pain. Biting down on the inside of his cheek, Xander pressed the cross to his chest, burning the shape into his skin. "Giles, please!" Xander looked up at the mortal, tears running down his cheeks. "Help me."
Unable to stand there and watch his friend's chest sizzle from the cross, Giles dropped to his knees, pulling the cross from Xander's reddened hand and pulling his body close. Xander's head rested on Giles' shoulder and the older man wrapped his arms around the vampire's shoulders. "It will be okay, Xander. At...at least you have your soul."
Xander's unburned hand came between them, pressing against Giles' groin. A small growl escaped Xander's lips. "You smell so good, Giles. So...alive." His hand continued to cup the librarian's cock.
"Ah, Xander?" Reluctantly, Giles' body responded to Xander's hand. "What, what are you doing?"
Xander pulled back, his face contorted into the visage of the demon. "Taking advantage of our friendship, G-man." Before Giles had a chance to react, Xander pushed him back, quickly undoing his pants, and tugging them and the boxers the watcher wore down. Flipping him over, Xander pushed Giles' legs under his body, then bent his head down licking Giles' skin.
"Xander..." Giles' voice caught when he felt Xander's finger enter is tight dry anus. As he felt two more enter him, stretching him, Giles cried out, not whimpering but demanding that the vampire stop as if Xander was a child to be scolded. The fingers were withdrawn and Giles was relieved for a moment, as a brief thought about Xander coming back to his senses passed through his mind.
All thought was swept from his mind as he felt Xander's cock penetrate him. Xander's pelvis slapped against his ass, the vampire's cold cock nudging against the human's hot tissues. Giles bit his lip to avoid crying out. No, he couldn't give Xander the satisfaction, but he couldn't help the tears of pain, humiliation, and sadness from escaping his eyes.
As Xander began pumping within him, Giles saw a pair of leather clad legs walk towards him. He didn't have to look up to know that it was Angelus. He rose up on his arms, trying to lunge for the Master vampire. He had to try. Xander's hold on his hips stopped him from moving.
Giles heard Angelus laugh then winced as he felt a boot pressing his face back down into the rough carpet.
Xander's thrusts were becoming almost frantic. "Angelus. You've. You've got to try this." Smiling up at his sire, Xander came, his eyes closing as he spilled himself with in his former friend and mentor. Pulling out, Xander sat back on his heels, refastening his jeans.
Standing up, Xander stepped up onto Giles' back, making the watcher grunt. Xander put his hands on Angelus' shoulders, bouncing a little on Giles, forcing the air from the mortal's lungs. "Aren't you going to try him too?" Angelus shook his head and Xander asked, "Why? I like watching you."
Angelus looked up into the eyes of his fledgling, pressing his foot down harder on Giles' face. "Xander," Angelus sighed. "I don't care what you like. Let's kill him and get out of here."
"But you said that I could play." Xander took his hands off his sire's shoulders and jumped off of Giles, turning to face Angelus again.
"That's what you were doing, you idiot."
"No. That wasn't playing. That was fucking." Angelus' expression didn't budge. "Oh, come on. Please? I'll do what ever you want, just let me play a little."
"You'll do what ever I want anyway, Xander. I'm your sire and you shouldn't need to be reminded of that."
"I just want to have some fun. Please?"
Angelus grabbed the back of the younger vampire's head, pulling him forward. Crushing his lips against Xander's, Angelus' fangs came down, tearing at the soft, cold flesh. His tongue licked at the blood, trying to get as much as possible before the small wound healed. Angelus pulled back. "Play." He took his foot off of Giles, stepping back to allow the young one room to play.
Xander laughed as he picked the man up off the floor, pulling up his pants and refastening them. "Can't play with your dick hanging out, G-man." He let go of the librarian. Giles just stood there, waiting. "Oh come on, Watcher-man! Do something. At least fight back." Xander punched him, knocking Giles back into a bookcase, knocking that over as well.
Turning to Angelus, Xander whined. "He's not fighting!" Angelus just shrugged, his arms crossed over his chest. Despite his outward grumblings, he really did enjoy watching his fledgling play. Xander looked back down at Giles, a scowl adorning his face. "Come on, Watcher. What would your slayer think? I think that our dear Buffy would feel hurt and betrayed if you didn't at least try to fight. I mean, do you know what we're going to do to her?"
Xander leaned down, grabbed the librarian by his shirt, hauling him up. With his heightened vampiric strength, Xander threw him over the fallen bookcase. Giles' body hit the shelving behind, knocking that one over as well. The young vampire leapt over the bookcase and scattered books. He squatted down, running a hand over Giles' ass. "Did that hurt you, Watcher? 'Cause I think you've taken it like that before. Do you think Buffy has? And it'll be Angelus who fucks her there. He's a bit bigger than me. Not that size matters."
Xander pulled the man up to his feet. "Well, it DOES matter. At least with the pain factor." At Giles' dull expression, Xander growled. "So it doesn't matter that we're going to fuck your slayer raw and make her bleed?"
"She'll..."Giles' voice was a whisper.
"She'll what?"
"She'll kill both you and Angelus."
"No, I don't think so. She still has the hots for her darling Angel, and well, how can she kill a friend like me?" Giles did not waver nor did he speak. "So, what can get you riled up? Oh! I know. Willow. You like her don't you? She's not the slayer. She can't defend herself. That's your job." Xander leaned in, his face only inches from Giles'. "You wanna know what we've planned for her?"
Suddenly, Xander was knocked back my Giles' upper cut. While he was pulling himself together, Xander chuckled as Giles dashed out of the stacks. He shook his head. "Everyone loves Willow." Getting up, he quickly gave chase. He lunged for Giles who was not but a few feet in front of him. Tackling the weakened man easily, Xander picked him up, tossing him over the railing.
Giles' body slammed onto the table, his head hitting the computer on the end. His mind barely registered the fall as he could only think of getting out of the library and warning Buffy and Willow. He got up, running towards the cage where the weapons were kept. Maybe he could finish this by himself to save the girls the pain.
By the time Giles got to the weapons, Xander had hopped down over the rail, landing to the side of the table. "Get your weapons, Watcher." He turned back to Angelus who was walking casually down the stairs. "I love it when they fight." He was just about to say something else when a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder.
Looking down, he saw an arrow stuck though his body. Sighing, he pulled it from his body, watching the blood flow from the wound, then broke it in half. He could already begin to feel it heal. "Not a very good aim are you, Watcher? How is it that you feel adequate to train a slayer?" Xander looked up to see Giles holding a crossbow trained on him. Dashing forward, Xander knocked the crossbow from Giles before the mortal even knew that Xander was moving towards him.
Xander pinned Giles against the mesh wires of the cage, then spun around, letting the back of his hand connect with the watcher's face. Somehow, Giles remained standing and Xander continued to assault him, punching the man in the stomach, the groin, the face, the chest. No part of Giles was spared. Xander's hands and arms were bloody when he finally stopped hitting and let Giles' limp body slump to the floor.
Straddling his chest, Xander pulled at the man's eyelids, ripping them savagely from his face. "Watcher, watcher, watcher," Xander whispered with a smile on his face. Giles' small whimpers only fed the vampire's frenzy. Xander was barely aware that Angelus was now kneeling down beside him. Scooping two fingers into each socket, Xander pulled out the watcher's eyes.
"End it, Xander."
"I'm still playing." Xander threw the eyes away, sticking his fingers into the bleeding holes and wriggling them around. He didn't hear Angelus' second command to end the watcher's life or his sire's growl. Xander was too busy laughing.
Angelus stood up, and swung his foot, kicking Xander off of Giles. Quickly picking the nearly dead man up, Angelus' fangs elongated and his demonic visage appeared. He sank his teeth into Giles' neck, draining the rest of his life from him. Dropping the body, Angelus stalked over to where Xander was standing, clutching his cheek. Angelus grabbed his fledgling, lifting him off the floor and pressing him against a wall.
"Hey!"
"I told you to end it twice, Xander. You need to learn to obey." Angelus growled, his demonic facade firmly in place.
"But I wasn't finished..."
Not letting him finish, Angelus slapped Xander. "I told you to end it."
Xander, not wanting to give up or to let his sire know that he had won just yet, said, "But why should I give him mercy?"
Angelus set Xander down, moving towards the door and silently beckoning his child to follow. "It wasn't mercy. I was bored and I wanted to get your ass home and into bed. It's nearing dawn and we've had our fun for tonight."
Xander smiled again. "How was my acting? I thought it was damn good myself. I had tears and everything."
Angelus smirked. "I'm sure you'll be hearing from the Academy any day now."
**
End Part Three