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Twisted Destinies	By : rosy4president Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Xander > Angel(us)/Xander Views: 8888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS) or Angel, the Series (AtS); nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Just did a little Angel fact search and i want to be the first to tell you that i'm sorry if my fic confuses the shit out of you. Doyle doesn't pop up this early in any of the series but this is my fic and my AU world so if facts are off then deal with it. I'll use characters that seem right at the time so lets pretend Doyle is Angels frien now than later. Thank You. On with the reading...
...pt2...

Angel made his way up the lawn to the front door. Normally a vampire would need permission in order to get into a house but this wasn't any normal circumstance.

Unlocking the door with a simple shove of his shoulder he sniffed the air.

Closing his eyes in what look like bliss he followed the enticing scent up a flight of stairs. His steps were carefull as he avoided the third step which creeked.

Reaching the open door of the bedroom, he couldn't help but smile fondly
The walls were a bare and the color brown. It was neat and tidy with everything in its right place. The bed on the other hand was large enough to fit two people comfortably and the headboard was littered with photographs that were of importance.

Making his way to the bed, Angel couldn't help but lick his lips. The sight of a bare back was lighting a fire that had been etinguished for quite a long time.

The bare back of Xander who's head rest on a pillow clutched in his arms brought back so many memories.

Stepping closer he was just about to reach out and touch warmwarm skin when someone grabbed his hand.

"Don't, not yet." Doyle said ignoring the fact that angel had reverted back to his vampire face. "He's sorta a light sleeper."

Relaxing, Angel moved away, turning his back from the tempting sight that laid before him. "I know. Let's do this."

Angel grabbed the bookbag that hung off the chair tugked under a desk. Quietly emptying the several books and zipped bockets he reached out. His hand paused, a hairs breath away from touching a thin leather bound notebook tucked between two thick encyclopedia's that were covered in dust.

Ignoring the nagging voice in the back of his head he closed his eyes and prayed, for the first time in a long while, that his past self would have the brains not to kill then ask questions later.

Slipping his hand inside his jacked he pulled out a tattered journal that had the barely vissible initials M.V.A.

Brushing his thumb over the words he quickly shuffled it in the bookbag and reached out for the book that was wedged between two encyclopedia's.

Opening the desk drawer he pushed aside wads of gum wrappers and a kleenex to carefully pull out a long box that was only four inches wide. In the center was a pair of fangs. Brushing his finges over it he smiled. Only his X would carry such a thing.

Tilting the box so he held it by both ends he stared down at the unopened seal. In the center in clear small cursive was a personal message.

Ma gratitude, Mon Sang, Mes Mercis

Snapping out of his daze, Angel continued with what he had intended to do. Slipping the long box into the bag he moved to the closet. It was pretty spacious and devoid of clothes. Angel didn't go there to look for clothes.

Pulling the cord, the light switched on except it was a black light. Closing the door behind him, the room was enveloped into darkness and he was able to the the numerous symbols and neat cursive writing along the black walls.

Kneeling on what appeared to be an overstuffed pillow filled with sand, he ran his hand along the walls. He took his time, not breathing or blinking.

Finally after a minute his palm grew warm over a spot on the far end where he had to move. Moving it lower, he reached the hard wood floor where the pilloe did not meet. Pressing against the very edge he waited.

A prolonged second later there was a click and the wall itself groaned as the bottom tilted inwards and the top tilted outwards.

"Sneaky bastard." Angel muttured with half a smile. With one hand he pushed up at the wall as he reached into the small space with another hand that grabbed onto handle of a chest.

Pulling, he managed to tug it out. Even with his vampire strength he had a difficult time but he manged it.

Light flooded in from the opened door, and Angel couldn't be more greatful. Even though he didn't need to breath, he still felt anxiety in such small spaces.

"Ah - so that's the much spoken of chest. Looks dull." Doyle spoke up with a chuckle.

"Shut up. A lot of headaches could've been avoided if this had tagged along." Angel felt up the sides until he pressed where his fingers felt an indent.

Another click and the lid popped open a fraction. Pushing it up more, both men gasped, the lid remained upright without help.

Inside was an array of weapons. Everything had a place and not a hint of rust or spot of blood on any surface.

"Damn." Doyle spoke up from where he leaned against the door jamb. "Who would've thought this arsenal would belonged to a teenager?"

"A very sneaky, secretive, not so human teenager." mumbled Angel as he ran he decided which ones should be taken.

Deciding on nothing too heavy and unneeded he began. Starting with the lid where minor weapons were attached by leather straps he grabbed several simple blades that were still in holsters, a double viking axe that was large enough to do damage but small enough not to way down a person and also fit in the bookbag. Reaching inside the chest he eyed the much larger and more dangerous weapons but knew they would be unnecessary.

Instead he grabbed 2 rolled up weapon holders that looked as if made from tough demon hide. A string was tied in several knots on both, leaving no doubt in Angels mind that what he stuffed in the bookbag were never used and of sentimental value.

"Is that all?" Doyle questioned as he watched his good friend replace the chest back in its hiding place.

"Yes. It's more than enough. All we need now is his armor." Angel turned off the black light and stepped out of the closet. Xander was still sleeping.

"Okay Mr. Know-It-All. Where the hell is it?"

"I don't know. I said he needed his armor but i didn't say i knew what the hell it was!" Angel was becoming agrivated. Time was running out.

"What? Wait a darn moment here! You said you knew everything."

"I know what i said but he never told me what his armor was, let alone where. He mentioned it in passing and dismissed it as if it were nothing."

"Angel, calm yourself, before your heart starts beating. Maybe he got his armor from there, not here. Ever think about that?"

"I hate you." Angel spoke.

"Ah buddy, never knew you cared." Doyle paused for a moment, glancing between the sleeping teen and the errate vampire. "Let me leave you two lovebirds alone. I'll be taking care of that mortal."

Angel sighed as he heard the retreating footsteps walk down the flight of stairs and out the door.

Now that Angel was alone with a very edible Xander laid out before him, what should he do?

...tbc...

In French from the translater of Dictionary.com
My gratitude, My blood, My thanks: Ma gratitude, Mon Sang, Mes Mercis
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