Fic: Apocraphy
May. 17th, 2005 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saifaiETA: Was gonna post this about five days ago, but my internet connection went down. *flails* Just got my cable modem replaced *gloms on flist*, so here you have it. I'll post more in a week or so. It'll give me time to get things re-written in the coming chapters.
This was my unfinished 2004 Nano. I've got it entirely outlined, it's just a matter of getting the characters to do what I want them too. Easier said than done, as some of you well know. I had a lovely dream last night that completed a scene I'd been having trouble with though, and have been toying with the idea of picking this up again.
Got bored, thought I'd share it. A couple few of you have read it before. This here's just the first chapter.
Without futher ado...
Title: Apocraphy
by Rhonda Cluff, a.k.a. Saifai
Notes: Won't bother with a summary. You'll figure it out. The idea behind it though is that it's a crossover with the film Underworld. This particular story is set during season 1 of BtVS and will end up following it through various bits of the show. Some things have been changed to suit me. It's actually AU, but more like a what-if scenario than anything.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kyrieane beta'd this for me.
Feedback: Welcome as always.
*****
Chapter 1
Xander closed his eyes to block the pain. He didn’t want to feel this anymore, but he couldn’t help but extend his senses one last time before he lost them. The past week had been hard for him. He’d been here, somewhere trapped in the back of his own mind. He could only watch as he acted out his wildest fantasies, taking control and generally acting as the alpha he’d always wanted to become.
They were taking it all away from him. He didn’t want to think of it that way. Truly he didn’t, but when you’ve had a taste of power that you’ve been without your whole life? He didn’t want to give it up.
He couldn’t stop the tears that fell down his cheeks. He shut his eyes all the tighter as their voices rang louder as the spell came to a close. A hush swept over the room as they all turned their attention to him, checking to see if it had worked.
He didn’t want to open his eyes and reassure them. He only felt betrayed when he knew he should feel grateful that they freed him from his prison. He was given a reprieve from making his decision as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
He snapped his eyes open and scanned the room, looking for the source of tension. There, at the back were cool dark eyes studying him. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. The man was kin.
He turned away and gave a weak smile to his friends before they took notice. Buffy reached out a hand to help him up. He shook his head, brushing her assistance aside as he stood on his own. He let out a bone weary sigh. Not knowing what to tell them he turned and left the library without another word.
Sándor’s eyes narrowed as he considered what he’d just witnessed. Captain Andreas had dispatched him to the Hellmouth to keep an eye on things when they’d been notified by the local Lycan clan that a powerful spell had been used to call forth the spirit of the cousins, the Hyena.
As per protocol, he had watched the pack alpha closer than the others. It was the natural dark gleam of his eyes that had everyone worried. It was therefore understandable that the local clan was worried they’d be held accountable for Alexander’s actions.
None of them felt comfortable letting amateurs deal with the situation. Fortunately the group of teens and their mentor found a spell to correct the situation before it become serious, but it wouldn’t be permanent.
Satisfied for the moment there was nothing more to be done, he left silently through the back entrance. He made a mental note to contact the death dealer captain in the morning to let him know they would need to keep an eye on the boy. Someone would need to be placed on the inside. Hopefully young Alexander wouldn’t become a problem in the future.
*****
Oz collapsed to his bed with sigh. He threw his arm over his head and ran through his options. He knew Captain Andreas wasn’t happy with him at the moment. He had a nasty habit of losing the boy more than he should.
Tonight was no exception. Filled with the knowledge of a soldier, Alexander proved to be quite stealthy. He managed to lose him no less than five times tonight. He’d finally given up and took to following the red-haired girl. Where one went, the other was sure to follow.
He found her quite by accident really. She strutted across the street decked out in club gear, no doubt heading to some Halloween party or another. She didn’t seem that type in school, but then he didn’t know her very well to begin with.
His grandmother always used to tell him that he who keeps company with wolves will learn to howl, which is actually pretty funny coming from her. He doesn’t think she meant it quite as it was intended, but he’d lead his life by her example regardless. There was something about this girl that stuck in his mind. He isn’t sure what exactly. There was more to her than what she projected to her friends. He wanted to get to know her better. With any luck his current assignment would allow it.
That last thought brought him back around to the issue at hand. He needed to call Captain Andreas to let him know the status on Alexander. From watching him tonight, he knew the boy was hiding something.
He needed to get closer to him to learn anything more. Sándor had told him that the other members of Alexander’s pack had fled the Hellmouth. It was just as well really, as the boy was the only one they still worried about. He was proving to be much stronger than they had anticipated.
His eyes closed of their own volition, sleep finally getting the best of him. He kicked off his shoes and got under the covers. He would call in the morning after he’d had a good twelve hours of sleep. Being around humans so much always wore him down.
*
Just as the first rays of morning broke the horizon, a shrill alarm cut through the silence of the basement. A hand shot out from under the covers and slammed down on the alarm clock to shut it off. The same hand pulled the covers down to reveal bleary brown eyes glaring at the offending device.
With a groan, Xander sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He dreaded facing his friends today. They had no idea what he’d gone through on Halloween, and he had no intention of ever telling them. He knew they couldn’t possibly understand.
He’d reluctantly admitted to Giles earlier in the year when he’d gone through the Hyena possession. He remembered every bit of it, but had only come away with the aftertaste of pig on his tongue. Last night was different.
He was forever grateful to Willow for stopping him from harming anyone once she caught up with him. However, she was far too late. Innocent children had died by his hands last night. It was something he would never forget.
He hadn’t lied to Giles when he’d told him that he retained only his Hyena’s memories. He just didn’t realize at the time just how much of her had remained behind. Honestly, he didn’t know the extent of it himself until last night. It would seem that the abilities he had gained that night remained dormant, but when combined with the knowledge of the soldier Ethan’s spell turned him into? He had become a walking lethal weapon.
Xander knew that something had to be done about his new abilities, but he was too afraid to tell anyone. It was bad enough he had the guilt to deal with, but he was far too afraid to find out how the others would react to this news. He already knew that Buffy would be horrified if she knew what he had done. There was no telling what would happen to him if Giles and the others realized he still retained that demonic power. He relished the renewed feeling of power from the previous night, and this time it wasn’t gone. How could he be expected to give that up again?
No matter how much he wished to be selfish in this, he knew it was dangerous to keep on like this. There was no telling how his Hyena might reveal herself during patrols. He needed to find someone to help him, even if it was only to help him learn control. He just didn’t know who else to turn to outside of the Scoobies. Who else was there to talk to about all this?
Xander glanced over at the clock and whimpered when he saw the time. He was already late. With a wince, he rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. It was going to be a long day.
*****
Chapter 2
This was my unfinished 2004 Nano. I've got it entirely outlined, it's just a matter of getting the characters to do what I want them too. Easier said than done, as some of you well know. I had a lovely dream last night that completed a scene I'd been having trouble with though, and have been toying with the idea of picking this up again.
Got bored, thought I'd share it. A couple few of you have read it before. This here's just the first chapter.
Without futher ado...
Title: Apocraphy
by Rhonda Cluff, a.k.a. Saifai
Notes: Won't bother with a summary. You'll figure it out. The idea behind it though is that it's a crossover with the film Underworld. This particular story is set during season 1 of BtVS and will end up following it through various bits of the show. Some things have been changed to suit me. It's actually AU, but more like a what-if scenario than anything.
kyrieane beta'd this for me.Feedback: Welcome as always.
*****
Chapter 1
Xander closed his eyes to block the pain. He didn’t want to feel this anymore, but he couldn’t help but extend his senses one last time before he lost them. The past week had been hard for him. He’d been here, somewhere trapped in the back of his own mind. He could only watch as he acted out his wildest fantasies, taking control and generally acting as the alpha he’d always wanted to become.
They were taking it all away from him. He didn’t want to think of it that way. Truly he didn’t, but when you’ve had a taste of power that you’ve been without your whole life? He didn’t want to give it up.
He couldn’t stop the tears that fell down his cheeks. He shut his eyes all the tighter as their voices rang louder as the spell came to a close. A hush swept over the room as they all turned their attention to him, checking to see if it had worked.
He didn’t want to open his eyes and reassure them. He only felt betrayed when he knew he should feel grateful that they freed him from his prison. He was given a reprieve from making his decision as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
He snapped his eyes open and scanned the room, looking for the source of tension. There, at the back were cool dark eyes studying him. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. The man was kin.
He turned away and gave a weak smile to his friends before they took notice. Buffy reached out a hand to help him up. He shook his head, brushing her assistance aside as he stood on his own. He let out a bone weary sigh. Not knowing what to tell them he turned and left the library without another word.
Sándor’s eyes narrowed as he considered what he’d just witnessed. Captain Andreas had dispatched him to the Hellmouth to keep an eye on things when they’d been notified by the local Lycan clan that a powerful spell had been used to call forth the spirit of the cousins, the Hyena.
As per protocol, he had watched the pack alpha closer than the others. It was the natural dark gleam of his eyes that had everyone worried. It was therefore understandable that the local clan was worried they’d be held accountable for Alexander’s actions.
None of them felt comfortable letting amateurs deal with the situation. Fortunately the group of teens and their mentor found a spell to correct the situation before it become serious, but it wouldn’t be permanent.
Satisfied for the moment there was nothing more to be done, he left silently through the back entrance. He made a mental note to contact the death dealer captain in the morning to let him know they would need to keep an eye on the boy. Someone would need to be placed on the inside. Hopefully young Alexander wouldn’t become a problem in the future.
*****
Oz collapsed to his bed with sigh. He threw his arm over his head and ran through his options. He knew Captain Andreas wasn’t happy with him at the moment. He had a nasty habit of losing the boy more than he should.
Tonight was no exception. Filled with the knowledge of a soldier, Alexander proved to be quite stealthy. He managed to lose him no less than five times tonight. He’d finally given up and took to following the red-haired girl. Where one went, the other was sure to follow.
He found her quite by accident really. She strutted across the street decked out in club gear, no doubt heading to some Halloween party or another. She didn’t seem that type in school, but then he didn’t know her very well to begin with.
His grandmother always used to tell him that he who keeps company with wolves will learn to howl, which is actually pretty funny coming from her. He doesn’t think she meant it quite as it was intended, but he’d lead his life by her example regardless. There was something about this girl that stuck in his mind. He isn’t sure what exactly. There was more to her than what she projected to her friends. He wanted to get to know her better. With any luck his current assignment would allow it.
That last thought brought him back around to the issue at hand. He needed to call Captain Andreas to let him know the status on Alexander. From watching him tonight, he knew the boy was hiding something.
He needed to get closer to him to learn anything more. Sándor had told him that the other members of Alexander’s pack had fled the Hellmouth. It was just as well really, as the boy was the only one they still worried about. He was proving to be much stronger than they had anticipated.
His eyes closed of their own volition, sleep finally getting the best of him. He kicked off his shoes and got under the covers. He would call in the morning after he’d had a good twelve hours of sleep. Being around humans so much always wore him down.
*
Just as the first rays of morning broke the horizon, a shrill alarm cut through the silence of the basement. A hand shot out from under the covers and slammed down on the alarm clock to shut it off. The same hand pulled the covers down to reveal bleary brown eyes glaring at the offending device.
With a groan, Xander sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He dreaded facing his friends today. They had no idea what he’d gone through on Halloween, and he had no intention of ever telling them. He knew they couldn’t possibly understand.
He’d reluctantly admitted to Giles earlier in the year when he’d gone through the Hyena possession. He remembered every bit of it, but had only come away with the aftertaste of pig on his tongue. Last night was different.
He was forever grateful to Willow for stopping him from harming anyone once she caught up with him. However, she was far too late. Innocent children had died by his hands last night. It was something he would never forget.
He hadn’t lied to Giles when he’d told him that he retained only his Hyena’s memories. He just didn’t realize at the time just how much of her had remained behind. Honestly, he didn’t know the extent of it himself until last night. It would seem that the abilities he had gained that night remained dormant, but when combined with the knowledge of the soldier Ethan’s spell turned him into? He had become a walking lethal weapon.
Xander knew that something had to be done about his new abilities, but he was too afraid to tell anyone. It was bad enough he had the guilt to deal with, but he was far too afraid to find out how the others would react to this news. He already knew that Buffy would be horrified if she knew what he had done. There was no telling what would happen to him if Giles and the others realized he still retained that demonic power. He relished the renewed feeling of power from the previous night, and this time it wasn’t gone. How could he be expected to give that up again?
No matter how much he wished to be selfish in this, he knew it was dangerous to keep on like this. There was no telling how his Hyena might reveal herself during patrols. He needed to find someone to help him, even if it was only to help him learn control. He just didn’t know who else to turn to outside of the Scoobies. Who else was there to talk to about all this?
Xander glanced over at the clock and whimpered when he saw the time. He was already late. With a wince, he rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. It was going to be a long day.
*****
Chapter 2
