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Alexander	By : ProCannonFodder Category: BtVS Crossovers > Anita Blake/BtVS Views: 3947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The kindly older man working the counter at the costume shop laid a pair of glasses and a small wooden stick on the counter. "How about a wizard? All the kids love wizards," he asked hopefully as every other choice had already been denied.

"No," Xander replied, looking skeptically at the glasses and wondering how they represented being a wizard. Wouldn't you need a pointed hat or something, he wondered. What was that book Willow and Buffy were both reading? He had seen it lying around enough...someone was in chains. "Oh hey, have you heard of the Anita Blake books?"

"Why yes, I have. Who were you interested in?" he responded with a strange gleam in his eyes.

"Uhmm...What do you know about them?" Xander asked. "I actually haven't read any of it. Hey, by the way do they have a lot of naughty parts? Every time I see my friend reading it, she blushes when she sees me." He noticed that the old guy looked like he was getting impatient with him.

"There is some yes," he said hopefully, the kid having already been here for three hours. "How about a man named Edward? He's a hitman that grew so tired of killing humans that he now hunts the monsters, a real sociopath."

"Cool, a hitman. Will the costume be something they would recognize, like a trademark look or something? Most hitmen just wear normal clothes."

The man stared at him for quite awhile before finally walking into the back room, leaving Xander to wonder if he had broken the salesman. Just as he was about to give up and leave, the clerk came back with a large black box. He carried the box right to the door and stood there holding it open, waiting for Xander to leave.

"Here you go young man. On the house, Sorry to rush you but I have pressing matters. After your through with it just bring it back." He pushed him out, trying to shut the door.

"I couldn't..."

"TAKE IT!" Grandpa roared, startling Xander, who grabbed the box and hurried out. Grimacing as he watched the annoying boy hurry down the street, Ethan, as was the salesman's name, wasn't happy.
"Well kid, know we get to see how dark you can be, and I want those back," he whispered to himself.

Well, that's strange, Xander thought. The box certainly felt heavier on his way home. But when he had opened it, all there was inside were a pair of dark sunglasses. "What the hell kind of costume is this?" he yelled to himself. This is just great, now my only choice is to go as Tom Cruise in Risky Business. Shrugging, he opened his closet and took out a blue button-up shirt. As he was digging hopefully through his underwear drawer he put the glasses on to look in the mirror...

The muddy black Hummer H1 Alpha bounced furiously as Alexander drove over the rutted field. The shaggy haired killer calmly watched the injured lycanthrope racing for the treeline two hundred yards ahead. The werewolf tried to leap to the side at the last moment but he had anticipated it and the crushing impact sent the wolf right up over the hood, smashing the passenger side of the windshield on it's way over the roof to land in a heap behind the stopping Hummer. Slowly stepping out of the vehicle, Alexander walked back to the creature as it struggled to crawl away from him. As he cocked the hammer back on his stainless Ruger SP101, he used his foot to turn the sputtering monster over.

"Please, please...I don't want to die...I didn't do anything..," she begged, her eyes widening as the man stared at her emotionlessly and raised the gun. She actually heard the shot that killed her.

Walking back to the Hummer, he opened the back window and took out his laptop. After a few clicks, he sent the kill acknowledgment to one of his anonymous middlemen. He waited for a moment to verify the transfer of funds and then put the computer back in the truck. As he was getting out the garbage bags, tape, bone saw and hatchet, his cell phone rang; the ringtone still set on the factory default. Checking the caller I.d. he answered it. "What's up, Anita?" The bored lilt of his voice completely planned.

"Alexander, I have a problem....I need you to help me." It was obvious from her voice that she hated to ask anyone for help. He smiled.

"When and where?"

"You don't even want to know what's going on?" she asked incredulously.

"Tell me if we'll need backup, tell me the level of threat, tell me where you are, tell me how on the line you think your ass is. You know I will come, Anita, you're my only friend. I would be jealous if someone else actually killed you." He really did think she had managed to become his friend. They were so alike, she just hadn't seen the depths she would have to fall to match him.

"Unhappy would have been a better word than jealous, Alexander." She sounded tired, frustrated and even a little scared. The fear in his soul-mate truly excited him and an unwanted vision of her laying underneath him trembling with that same fear in her eyes, slid through his mind. Expelling the random thought, he got a detailed situation report from her. She had been driving back from her spiritual advisor in Tennessee with one of her leopards when three vehicles surrounded her Jeep and forced her to pull over. A large group of armed men eventually disarmed her and took her and Cherry prisoner. They were driven a great distance blindfolded out to a compound and locked into a fancy bedroom to wait for the Boss to arrive. The boss as it turned out didn't care about the Necromancer or her pet. In fact he somehow knew of her connection to him. This was all planned to draw him into an engagement. Torgun Selenkov was a competitor, a former Russian Spetsnaz and KGB officer who wanted to be known as the best. To be the best, he had to kill the best. According to Anita, Selenkov knew about most of her abilities and Cherry's body was on the line to keep her pacified. Of course she had mentally called her vampire and the authorities would be all over the area of the kidnapping shortly. The help from St.Louis would arrive by tomorrow night with a monster army to find them. His cell phone would be texted with the coordinates of the compound and he had 48 hours to get there or they would both be killed. Oh, and before the phone was snatched from her, she told him that Selenkov was a very powerful wereTiger.

He watched the compound through a night vision scope. The Police, FBI, and Anita's beasties hadn't even come close to finding this place yet. He was alone because Selenkov would have assumed that he'd bring backup, but if he knew about Anita, then he knew all of the people he could have gotten to back him up. No, Alexander knew that this game was designed to put the two of them face to face. The armed guards patrolling overlapping zones were cannon fodder, It was easy to see that they were just thugs, they didn't have the training or experience to duel with him. The only real concern that he had was that one of her vampires might be able to track her metaphysically somehow and would arrive here before the game played itself out.

Three shots in quick succession from his silenced Galil sniper rifle dropped the three guards at the eastern edge of the complex. Alexander slid silently through the darkness to a new location overlooking the path where the next patrol would come from. Three more perfect shots in less than two seconds eliminated that group also. Moving quickly in the opposite direction he duplicated this feat twice more, six more men who should have found a different boss to work for.

One of the dead men's radio came to life demanding a status report. Alexander silently rushed up to the rear door of the building, setting a Claymore Anti-Personnel Mine, he activated it's laser trip wire and then ran as quietly as possible to the front of the complex and quickly placed another Claymore perpendicular to the doorway. He ran for the cover of the parked vehicles, trying to stay out of the security camera's view, as he heard the door open. Sliding under the truck he held the detonator and waited... Two men were outside, in the blast zone as they called for more status reports. Alexander waited until another six armed men joined them and then he pushed the deadly little red button...

Moving quickly through the piles of hamburger, the blasted chunks of the building, and the fine pink mist that hung in the air, he swept into the room. His Sig Sauer ended the thrashings of four more injured men. The room shook with the blast from the mine at the rear door. He moved down the hall, killing two more disoriented men. He found a doorway and went down the stairs behind it. Throwing Flash-Bangs into rooms before he entered them, he took out another three shooters and a probable prostitute, before coming to a large training room with a Hogan's Alley shooting range in it. Guessing that this was where Selenkov would meet him, he dropped his pack and drew a Glock .40 cal. for his other hand. Walking slowly, pausing and speeding up at irregular intervals he scanned the environment around him. He knew the wereTiger had superior senses and his original training meant that he probably wouldn't be taken by surprise.

He moved through the maze, conscious of the cover the structures provided as he created and constantly updated the mental map of the layout, taking care to identify the most likely kill zones. In Hollywood, the shooters always talked to each other in these situations, but in reality, Alexander knew that Selenkov was doing the exact same dance somewhere in this complex that he was, no need to talk about it. Minutes ticked by in silence before the wall exploded in a blur of orange and black. Having barely ducked under the rush at the last second, he spun back to face the threat, both of his guns blasting away. The tiger seemed to ignore the first several shots, even getting a few shots off with his own pistol clutched by clawed fingers. The orange, white and black in Selenkov's chest and face quickly became matted with red and the Tiger's will to fight fell away as he toppled over trying to protect his destroyed face. Alexander slowly reloaded his weapons with more of the silver ammunition that he always used and walked carefully over to the whimpering cat. He looked into the crazed eyes for a long moment so that the loser could see who had ended him and then backed away. Drawing a grenade from his vest pocket, he pulled the pin and rolled it back to within a foot of the Russians face. He stepped around a corner momentarily for the blast and then went back to confirm the kill. About eight inches after his belt, Selenkov's body turned to mush before disappearing in a red splatter altogether.

He combed the rest of the complex for any other hostiles and found the room the captives must be in. Carefully, he opened the door and entered. A naked Cherry was putting down the lamp she was going to throw at the door and quickly went back to a clearly distressed Anita lying on the bed. The executioner was thrashing around and clawing at the sheets. She was dressed in an unbuttoned shirt, no bra, and only panties.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked staying in position by the door, gun held down at his side as Anita thrashed around.

"The strength of the Russian's beast got hers excited, she's been fighting it for almost a day now," Cherry's deep voice sounded out as she kept rubbing her hands over Anita's nose. "She has the best control of her leopard so we've been using her to fight the tiger and the others." She sounded like this was completely normal, an everyday occurrence.

"Why is she undressed?" he asked, ignoring the fact that the tall blond leopard was nude also. Anita spasmed again, her whole body arching.

"She has this power from Jean-Claude, called the Arduer. It's a sex thing and we've been trying to use it to fight the beasts...but she doesn't get very excited over girls and even if she did, she's having a hard time seeing me that way. She's more like a mom to me than a girlfriend," Cherry said as she pushed the hair out of the brunette's face.

"ALEXAN-....!" Anita screamed as her body arched again, trying to keep her eyes on him as she fought herself from thrashing even worse.

"You need to help her, Alexander," Cherry begged.

"How?" he asked, assuming he knew the answer and wondering how a normal person would feel about it.

"She needs to feed," she stated bluntly as he walked closer to the bed. "She needs to have sex. She needs you to fuck her, Alexander; she needs your help."

While his soul mate certainly did have her issues, he wasn't about to touch her unless he knew for sure that she wouldn't rather die or find a different way than to face this embarrassment. Whichever choice she picked, he would accommodate her, she was his only friend after all. "Anita, what should I do?" he said loudly and waited. She fought herself and moaned in pain as she caught his gaze for a moment and gave him a resigned nod before she burst into another body arching spasm.

He unbuckled his vest and dropped it, pulled his shirt off exposing a fine collection of scars and unbuckled his pants as Cherry dropped to her knees and untied his tactical boots and helped him take them off. He pulled his pants and underwear off and without pausing put his semi-rigid member right into Cherry's mouth. He watched Anita thrashing, her full breasts swaying with the movements, as Cherry sucked fast and hard on him. As soon as he was fully erect, he pushed the leopard away and climbed onto the bed. He leveraged himself over her and Cherry ripped off Anita's wet panties and spread her thighs apart for him. He reached forward and buried his hand in her hair. He pulled her head back, making her eyes open, and he stared into them as he rammed himself in one brutal thrust right into her wet tightness. She screamed under him and he kept her hair pulled back as he pounded himself back and forth. Every time she tried to shut her eyes, he pulled harder on her hair. The deep wet smacking sound of their flesh slamming together along with the power she was giving off inspired him to new and intense heights. Perfectly maintaining the rhythm he leaned down and bit on her nipples causing her to scream. He suckled and lavished her breasts, leaving several full and harsh imprints of his teeth on the sensitive white flesh. The second time her nails drew blood on him, he ordered Cherry to come and hold her hands above her head. Cherry had her stretched out, her full weight on the arms to overcome the animator's strength. Keeping the pace, he attacked her tits again and then left his teeth marks all over her neck, shoulders, underarms and both sides of her face. Some instinct deep inside of him made him bite, he had dreams about being a werehyena for some reason and the biting felt natural to him. When he had her delicate flesh tortured between his teeth, he could see the image of the big hyena in his mind urging him on, mark her, make her ours it whispered to him. When his orgasm took him like an explosion, he felt her power slam through him and feed gloriously. He felt her mind exploring his and he didn't care. She fed and fed and even after he had pulled out of her and his seed drained out of her lips and down her thigh she still fed.

Everything seemed to blur in a sex stained haze of pink and when he opened his eyes, he was on his knees behind Cherry, driving her body into the headboard with every thrust. He could feel the impact with her cervix on each push and the shifter shrieked from the sensation. Anita, looking totally in control was on her knees behind him and pulled herself into an embrace, her hands on his chest, grabbing and pulling his nipples. She leaned her head in to nuzzle at his neck biting softly.

"Alexander?" she whispered in the throes of passion.

"Do anything you want. You are my only friend after all." She smiled and bit into his neck, working her jaws like a dog, she burst into his blood and gulped it and the large pieces of his torn flesh down, but he didn't care. As he neared another explosive orgasm, this time deep within the Gothic blond he started to plan the elimination of her other men. Unless they were willing to share...then he only had to wonder if he would also. He wasn't sure that he could ever remember letting others play with his toys.

"Holy hell, Batman! What the hell did I drink?" Xander said, sluggishly rolling out of bed and squinting into the morning sun. What he remembered of the dream was really triple x. He rumbled out of the room, not knowing that the glasses were gone, not even remembering they existed.

Ethan stood in the yard watching through a window. I have to give it to you, kid," he said to himself. "There's some darkness in you. You bloody fool, if you didn't have that, you wouldn't be alive now."
He laughed as he walked away and put the glasses in his pocket.

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