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Chapter List
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Fiction Title:
Blacklust: Demon Hunter

Rating: PG-13

Fandom: Buffy; The Vampire Slayer

Pairings: Guess...this is a Marty
Stue

Disclaimer: I do not own any of
these characters but for myself, aka Raven and parents...and the Knight maybe
one or two others you won't see in the shows, so I am only borrowing the
rest. No stealing/borrowing/kidnapping
me for any reason without forewarning and request of my permission,
understood? I am having non-profit fun
is all...or attempting to. Oh, and this
Spike has no bloody chip in his head.
That whole thing and loving Buffy made me loose all interest in the
shows in the first place. Bloody wankers.

Note: ~blinks~ It's finished? It's actually over? WAH!
I wanna go again! No fair! The ride CAN'T be over, I forbid it!!

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Blacklust: Demon Hunter

The
Aftermath of the Game

or

Did It Really Happen or Was It a Dream?

Mondays
were a drag. They always seemed worse
here at the Hellmouth than anywhere else. Buffy had not gotten much sleep the previous
night. Solid nightmares from dusk till
dawn, so to speak, now she could barely even recall what made them so
scary. The only thing she could remember
was the sight of a giant black horse with glowing red eyes running her down,
and a knight in black armor leaning forward to drive a wickedly serrated sword
into her chest. What was puzzling was
that she had woken up at that very instant.

Covering
yet another yawn, she jammed her gym things into the bag hanging from one
shoulder. Why she had signed up for gym
time so fucking early in the morning was beyond her. Oh, right, it was the whole Watcher says,
Slayer does deal. And as baddies that
could tolerate the sun seemed to enjoy hitting the place after noon, this way
she was all warmed up, sweaty and bitchy to take them on.

Kicking her
locker closed, Buffy actually jumped to see Willow directly at her side. Growling, she studied the red-headed witch,
but she was looking as tired and sleepless as Buffy felt. So at least she was not the only one and that
made it seem better somehow. "Hey,
Will. You kinda look dead on your
feet."

"Yeah,
and I really feel that way too. Guess I
had nightmares last night, but I really can't remember them well except for a
black knight hitting me with what I think was a sword but reminded me of one of
those bumpy-backed hunting knives at the game store, or maybe something that
you have in your toy chest, or things taken from baddies."

As Willow
rambled on, the two girls started walking through the hall among the other
students. Their path took them through a
gathering area and directly across to the bench where Xander
was slumped, head back, eyes closed, mouth open. Oz was sitting beside him but seemed more
interested in sorting through papers filled with scribbles. Buffy let her bag
slide off her shoulder before dropping down onto the available space beside Xander. At the jolt,
he snapped awake, sitting up straight with eyes wide. "Thirty-five point two nine carry the
seven!"

"Relax
Xan, you're not in class yet," droned Buffy as
she slumped down some.

"Oh...
well... that's nice to know." Xander was already beginning to slump back down, head
drooping. Oz shifted to give Willow room
to sit, opting to stand by the bench instead and study the sleepy trio. Already the Slayer and Xander
were beginning to doze off where they sat, and Willow's eyes were heavy.

"Did I
miss some manner of social gathering or party last night that I should be made
aware of?" he asked.

"Long
night," came from Buffy.

"Bad
dreams," rose from Xander.

"No
sleep," finished Willow.

"Ah,
yes, that would make it crystal clear, wouldn't it?" murmured Oz.

At about
that time, as if on cue, Cordelia popped up. Oh, she might have looked as beautiful,
groomed, composed and as chipper as always... but her eyes were drooping closed
just as much as the rest of them. She
dropped without ceremony onto Xander's lap, since the
bench was rather full, and curled up a little, head falling to his shoulder and
eyes closing. Xander
had already dozed off and remained unaware.

"Morning
Cordy. Shall I
take a stab at this and assume that you--like our bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
little gathering here--had bad dreams all night and could not sleep?"

Cordelia opened one eye to look at Oz before muttering,
"What else would make me sit down here?"

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Hours later
the sleep-walkers had gathered in the library, everyone electing to skip
lunch. Xander
was sprawled at a table face-down and snoring lightly. Buffy was curled up in a chair dozing, much
as Cordelia was.
Willow had gotten the couch, head pillowed on Oz's lap. The werewolf was the only one of the group
that was really awake, and given his usual bland expression, it was hard to
really tell. So that was the scene when
Giles emerged from his office with a giant mug of coffee.

Oz looked
up and took in his sleep-worn features as well.
The Watcher looked over the others with a faintly curious expression
before moving to sit at the table a bit away from Xander. Taking long gulps of the faintly steaming
coffee, Giles finally focused on Oz once more.
Reaching up to remove his glasses, he used them to gesture around at the
sleepers.

"Am I
correct in assuming no one, with the exception of yourself, received any sleep
last night?"

"Yeah,
that seems to be about the brunt of it, Giles.
From what I have discovered, everyone here--except me as you just
pointed out--had either bad dreams or nightmares. The only thing any of them remember is the
end, being ridden down by a black knight on a black steed. Buffy and Will were stabbed through their
hearts by a serrated black sword, Cordelia swore the
horse was a unicorn that ran her through the throat, and Xander
said he saw yellow eyes before the sword ran him through the chest."

"Oh dear."

Oz blinked,
raising his brows slightly and waiting quietly.
Giles again was guzzling coffee, even if he was unaware of it. "It seems I had much the same experience
then. The exception being that the
sword... beheaded me."

"Interesting
nights you guys have. Normally I'd be
envious, but this time I believe I'll pass.
At least being furry is safe when locked up in a cage."

"Yes."

At about
that time, the library was assaulted by loud racket from the halls as the doors
opened to let someone in. The racket
died back to a muffled background once the barriers closed. Only Buffy really stirred, and that was just
enough to look at the newcomers. A
slender young man with pale skin and long black hair caught back in a braid
stood looking over the gathering. Black
makeup detailed his lips and outlined his eyes, while midnight blue shadow
brought out the green accents of his gaze.

He wore a
loose T-shirt of midnight blue mottled in various shades of cobalt with the
silhouette of a black bird soaring across the chest. It was tucked into black jeans and bloused a
bit for freedom of motion. Heavy black
combat boots rested on his feet, half-laced.
A faded gold class ring with a red stone was visible on his right hand,
a black leather gauntlet encircled his left wrist, reaching halfway along his
arm toward the elbow. A watch of dull
silver or maybe platinum rested on top of it.
The only other decorations was a stud of green in each earlobe, and a
necklace of black leather holding a single gold metal Dream Catcher low on his
chest.

Beside him
stood another young man. This one had
his long, golden hair pulled back behind his neck by a strip of hide. A light dusting of crimson shadowed his eyes
and drew out the intense green-blue mix of his gaze. Tanned skin and muscled body, he wore a loose
black T-shirt with red lettering reading "Beasty
Boy" on the chest. The jeans were
ripped at the knees, faded to nearly white with gold studs lining the pockets
and trailing down the seam lines--likely a home-made deal.

Like his
friend, he wore a black leather gauntlet, but his was on the right wrist, and
was detailed in gold vines curling back and forth around his arm. A gold watch rested on his other wrist,
matching the gold-lined studs of crimson in his ears. He, too, wore a necklace, but his was a
strong black chain that left a miniature sword pendant resting low on his
chest--blade silver and hilt black bound in gold with a red stone on the
pommel.

"Sorry,
were we interrupting something?" spoke the darker of the two.

"Ah,
no, some of the students came in to study, but found they had no sleep the
previous night." Giles realized
belatedly that he sounded almost envious.

"Oh,
cool," the darker guy said.
"Anyway, I'm Raven, and this is Dred. He's new to the school and I thought I'd show
him around. Also, he needs one of the
spare Advanced Lit text books Mr. Brown said you had on hand."

Giles
nodded, rising slowly as he slid his glasses back on, pausing to rub the bridge
of his nose. Heading into the back, he
left the two new students with Oz for company.
Buffy had zoned out again and was sound asleep. Nodding to the conscious one, Raven and Dred moved to one side to face one another. Politely, Oz did not listen as they murmured
between themselves. If he had, he may
just have begun to wonder...

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"You
forgot about the lycanthrope, Rave."

"No, I
didn't, Dred.
If he remembers anything, it'll be from the time he saw me pull a note
from my locker. Don't you trust Morph
and Arachna?"

Glancing
over to where Oz was again looking down at the sleeping Willow, the
golden-haired young man shrugged before looking back. "I trust them I guess... but I trust you
more."

Raven
grinned darkly. "Ah, ah, ah...
never trust a Trickster. Your first real
lesson about your dad and his family."

Dred rolled his eyes.
"I still say they'll notice that two of their group have gone
missing."

Shrugging,
Raven winked. "Hey, Kyo's happy with his little compensation for tricking Loki
into getting caught. And so far I doubt
Miss Bitchy-Buffy's even noticed that her precious Angel hasn't been around for
months."

"And
what of Xander?"

Looking
over at the dark-haired young man, Raven had to smile. Xander's mouth had
fallen open and he was drooling ever-so-slightly as he breathed. "He's dreaming of me right now...and I
did managed to Mark him after all. He
won't be any trouble, but leave it to me.
It will take time to ease him into what he learned in a way he will be
able to accept and submit to."

For a
moment, something like awe flickered over Dred's
face. It was gone almost too quickly to
catch, but Raven saw it. Such things
were almost nonexistent, but if the deal with Hades worked out, he would be
seeing a lot more of it. In exchange for
Loki under lock and key in the God of the Underworld's grasp, Mordred had been granted his freedom for a
test-period. In three months, if all
went well, he would never have to return to Raven's ring, and Raven
would have his son with him as an immortal.

"It is
kinda weird though, I mean, being the same age visually as your father..."

Grinning,
Raven nodded in agreement before shrugging.
"You'll get used to it."

Giles
returned. He had a book in his hands,
but seemed to be more asleep on his feet than awake. Offering it to the blond youth, he restrained
a yawn. "I do believe that will
carry you through the year."

"Thanks,
Mr. Giles."

Oz spoke up
as the two started to leave. "Say,
what was your name again?"

Pausing,
the blond shrugged. "Dred."

"Strange
name isn't it?" asked the wolf in human clothing.

"Oh,
it's not my real name. My name is
Frederick Morpend, but I prefer Dred."

Nodding, Oz
brushed it off with a shrug. "Cool
choice."

Smiling, Dred turned to head out, Raven following. Oz was watching him closely, but he paid the
band member no mind. There was always
the chance that Oz was one of the Chosen he had yet to identify. If not his Chosen, then someone else's. And Loki was going to be tied up for a long
time.

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"So,
Raven, how were things at school?" came Morph's rumbling tone. Raven glanced up from his snack to look over
at his "father" where the older man sat in the easy chair in the
corner. Thinking for a moment, he
nodded.

"Easier
than I thought they'd be. No one
remembered anything pertaining to me or Dred. Only Xander really
remembered anything, and from the blush when he noticed I was staring at him,
he only remembers as far as the dream before Meleagant
interrupted us."

"That's
good," spoke up Grandmother Spider, or Arachna,
as she wished to be called. Resting in
the other easy chair crafting a new Dream Catcher in her four hands, she
watched her so-called family. "And
everything else?"

Dred looked up from where he was sprawled on his stomach
upon the floor, doing homework.
After so long being cooped up in his prison, he truly loved such things
most people took for granted. Chewing on
the end of his pencil, he thought.
"The food is terrible, but it is a high school. And Rave thinks he's already found another
possible Chosen."

Arachna nodded slowly and looked back to her weaving. Morph idly folded the day's paper and set it
aside to study the others. Both he and
his "wife" were facing the couch set against the opposite wall. With Dred between
them on the floor, that left Raven sprawled comfortably on his back over the
cushions, one arm pillowing his head.
"No one has noticed the disappearances then?"

Raven
(having already done his work in school) shrugged absently. "Maybe a few of the pets or servants
that were associated with them. No one
important though. Anyone who might raise
a clamor will likely be dusted before the moon dies."

Dred paused on an arithmetic problem to look up at his
father/play-acting foster brother.
"You never did tell me what deal you made with Uncle--or would that
be Cousin--Kyo."

Turning his
head to regard his son/play-acting foster brother, Raven smiled. Then, his gaze slid down to where a certain
blond vampire named William was seated with his back against the couch, head
back to rest on the cushions. Raven's
free arm was down, draped over his chest with fingers curled possessively over
the man's shoulder to "pin" him there. The vampire was purring softly under the
kneading massage of those slender fingers, and seemed content to simply
listen.

"It's
really rather simple. You see... he had
his eye on a certain someone when these Hunting Grounds first opened up. I was the same. Luckily, our interests did not exactly
clash. You are my Champion, Mordred, but we are allowed and often required to have more
than just one. It was past time I chose
another... and he is sitting right before you."

Spike
opened one eye lazily. "Just so I
don't have to dress up in that tin can and make like a weed-whacker,
mate."

Raven
snickered and shook his head.
"Hardly. Times change, old
man. Things have to change with them or
die."

"So,
who was it that Kyo had his eye on, father?"

Morph and Arachna exchanged knowing and amused looks before settling
back to silent observation. Raven seemed
thoughtful for a moment, purposely teasing Dred
before smiling slowly. "Have you
ever heard of Angelus?"
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