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A reward for you...
I finally got my MP3 player working... yay! So, to make you as happy as me, gentle SLASH fans, here's the beginning of what I'm writing right now.
Journey to Another Hell III
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy/Anita Blake
Pairing: Xander/Jean-Claude/Asher
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Third part of the Journey to Another Hell series. Anita's in jail, and Jean-Claude's come to get her out.
"A day--night--in the life of three vampires. It all began innocuously enough... with the shooting of a twelve year old girl by the human servant of the gorgeously great and handsome Jean-Claude, Master of St. Louis. Of course, Anita Blake, licensed vampire hunter, is a psychotic with control issues and an inability to understand that sexy Xander Harris is far beyond her reach for vengeance because if she ever made a wrong move, he would snap her neck like a twig and use her still twitching body as a snowboard, because hey, California born and bred doesn't automatically mean a lack of like for the snow. Still, it's hard to understand why Xander, handsome, charming, intelligent, sex-kitten to Jean-Claude, is willing to rescue said psychotic with control issues from the pokey. Maybe it has to do with the rewards he is sure to reap from the Master's luscious form? Maybe it has to do with..."
"All right, Xander, enough with the external monologue," Jason said. He'd been waiting for them at the police station, leaning against the wall next to the double doors, waiting for them before going in.
Xander shot the werewolf a quirky grin. "Aw, tell me you love me and maybe then I'll stop. Or tell me to hurt you more, and I'll make it real good for you."
Jason shot him a nervous look, which just made Xander laugh and sling an arm around the smaller man's shoulders. He knew that he wasn't exactly Jason's favorite person, but it was all good. It wasn't like he cared about anyone else's opinion but his own anyway.
"Stick with me, man, you'll see the world the way it was meant to be seen." Xander's lips almost brushed Jason's ear as he breathed, "Bathed... in... blood."
Jason twitched away, which just made Xander laugh and let him go, returning back to walking next to Jean-Claude. He didn't quite touch the master vampire, but it was a near thing.
"Must you tease him so?" Jean-Claude asked.
Xander shot him a sparkling glance. "Of course. I have to get my fun from somewhere... and Jason is just that easy."
A faint smile quirked Jean-Claude's lips for a minute, but it didn't last. He was worried about Anita and it showed itself in his complete lack of expression as they passed through the doors and into the police station.
"Wow, I haven't been to a police station in awhile," Xander said, low-voiced. "The last time was when we killed the Chief of Police after eating his wife and daughter in front of him." He sighed regretfully. "Good times. Good times."
"Is that true?" Jason asked Asher.
"What are you asking him for?" Xander demanded. "He wasn't there. And of course it's true. Sunnydale was my town, and I ruled it with a bloody fist and a mouth full of hungry teeth. Those were the days of fun and games. I miss them, and if it wasn't for Jean-Claude, I would miss them even more."
"You're a strange one," Jason said.
"I've heard that before," Xander admitted. "Though not since I was Turned. People were always afraid after that, no one wanting to say anything to make me mad. I don't know why people were always so scared... it wasn't like I was a raging psychopath or anything." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, wait..."
He loved how scared Jason was of him. It was a bittersweet reminder of the home he'd left behind.
Back in the day, he'd been the favorite of the Master, one of his top enforcers along with Willow. Boy, did he miss Willow. She was the best to kill with, even though her Turning into a vampire had pretty much fried her mind. She was still his best friend though, and that had to count for something, even if they were both soulless monsters bent on the mindless consumption of human lives.
It had felt great to know that everyone in their little world was afraid of them. Sunnydale was their home town, and their every word was law. The Master had pretty much let them do whatever they wanted. No one had been able to stand in their way.
Now he was in a world where he had no real kind of reputation and no one cared about him one way or another. At least he'd found Jean-Claude... the Master of the City was willing to take care of him, and that was of the good. Everything was just so strange here, and he really didn't like the having to play nicey-nice with the humans.
If you've got an opinion or a request, drop me a line and let me know. I am like the least feedbacked fanfic writer in existence. It's kind of sad :(
Journey to Another Hell III
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy/Anita Blake
Pairing: Xander/Jean-Claude/Asher
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Third part of the Journey to Another Hell series. Anita's in jail, and Jean-Claude's come to get her out.
"A day--night--in the life of three vampires. It all began innocuously enough... with the shooting of a twelve year old girl by the human servant of the gorgeously great and handsome Jean-Claude, Master of St. Louis. Of course, Anita Blake, licensed vampire hunter, is a psychotic with control issues and an inability to understand that sexy Xander Harris is far beyond her reach for vengeance because if she ever made a wrong move, he would snap her neck like a twig and use her still twitching body as a snowboard, because hey, California born and bred doesn't automatically mean a lack of like for the snow. Still, it's hard to understand why Xander, handsome, charming, intelligent, sex-kitten to Jean-Claude, is willing to rescue said psychotic with control issues from the pokey. Maybe it has to do with the rewards he is sure to reap from the Master's luscious form? Maybe it has to do with..."
"All right, Xander, enough with the external monologue," Jason said. He'd been waiting for them at the police station, leaning against the wall next to the double doors, waiting for them before going in.
Xander shot the werewolf a quirky grin. "Aw, tell me you love me and maybe then I'll stop. Or tell me to hurt you more, and I'll make it real good for you."
Jason shot him a nervous look, which just made Xander laugh and sling an arm around the smaller man's shoulders. He knew that he wasn't exactly Jason's favorite person, but it was all good. It wasn't like he cared about anyone else's opinion but his own anyway.
"Stick with me, man, you'll see the world the way it was meant to be seen." Xander's lips almost brushed Jason's ear as he breathed, "Bathed... in... blood."
Jason twitched away, which just made Xander laugh and let him go, returning back to walking next to Jean-Claude. He didn't quite touch the master vampire, but it was a near thing.
"Must you tease him so?" Jean-Claude asked.
Xander shot him a sparkling glance. "Of course. I have to get my fun from somewhere... and Jason is just that easy."
A faint smile quirked Jean-Claude's lips for a minute, but it didn't last. He was worried about Anita and it showed itself in his complete lack of expression as they passed through the doors and into the police station.
"Wow, I haven't been to a police station in awhile," Xander said, low-voiced. "The last time was when we killed the Chief of Police after eating his wife and daughter in front of him." He sighed regretfully. "Good times. Good times."
"Is that true?" Jason asked Asher.
"What are you asking him for?" Xander demanded. "He wasn't there. And of course it's true. Sunnydale was my town, and I ruled it with a bloody fist and a mouth full of hungry teeth. Those were the days of fun and games. I miss them, and if it wasn't for Jean-Claude, I would miss them even more."
"You're a strange one," Jason said.
"I've heard that before," Xander admitted. "Though not since I was Turned. People were always afraid after that, no one wanting to say anything to make me mad. I don't know why people were always so scared... it wasn't like I was a raging psychopath or anything." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, wait..."
He loved how scared Jason was of him. It was a bittersweet reminder of the home he'd left behind.
Back in the day, he'd been the favorite of the Master, one of his top enforcers along with Willow. Boy, did he miss Willow. She was the best to kill with, even though her Turning into a vampire had pretty much fried her mind. She was still his best friend though, and that had to count for something, even if they were both soulless monsters bent on the mindless consumption of human lives.
It had felt great to know that everyone in their little world was afraid of them. Sunnydale was their home town, and their every word was law. The Master had pretty much let them do whatever they wanted. No one had been able to stand in their way.
Now he was in a world where he had no real kind of reputation and no one cared about him one way or another. At least he'd found Jean-Claude... the Master of the City was willing to take care of him, and that was of the good. Everything was just so strange here, and he really didn't like the having to play nicey-nice with the humans.
If you've got an opinion or a request, drop me a line and let me know. I am like the least feedbacked fanfic writer in existence. It's kind of sad :(
Journey to Another Hell III
(Anonymous) 2004-06-19 10:40 am (UTC)(link)Keep writing, I keep reading!
Cindy Lee
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