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Fiction Title:
Blacklust: Demon Hunter

Rating: PG for now

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 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.

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Blacklust: Demon Hunter

N'vermore
Quoth the Raven

or

The Arrival of the Knight's Shade

Summer was
nearly over and the youth of Sunnydale was forced to
begin heading back to school for another year.
Among the various busses and cars mingling with the swarm of students,
Buffy Summers and Willow Rosenburg cut toward the Sunnydale High front doors.
The blond slayer and redheaded witch were as usual discussing the
problem of how exactly to evade Principal Snyder during this year of scholastic
hell.

"You
know, if he got the stick out of his ass, old Snydie
wouldn't be all that bad...except where that perfect student expectations are
concerned."

Willow
nodded, pausing on the grass of the front lawn to dig through her books.

"Yeah,
the cafeteria incident wasn't really your fault, I mean, if you hadn't done
that whole kicking ass, warrior, protecting type thing, the pudding might have
eaten the cooks."

"Wouldn't
that have been something? Maybe I
should've held back, I mean, the food in the cafeteria isn't all that hot to
begin with."

"No,
most of it's kinda cold actually."

As Buffy
looked around at the flow of students heading toward their first day, something
caught her eye. Most of the cars that
came by dropping kids off were clear parent-cars, usually older models in need
of fixing and clearly not brand new.
Some of the cars driven by students ranged from the 'parent-given-cars'
to junk-heaps. Of course, some did have
newer cars too. But this car was
different somehow and she could not quite pin it down.

The car was
an old mustang of some kind, sleek body, looking brand new despite the model
make with a motor that was rumbling like thunder. Black paint, polished chrome detailing,
windows that were black so they gave no hint of who or what was inside. Clearly a muscle-car. And it pulled up not too far from Buffy and
Willow. As the rumble settled to a
ground-vibrating purr, the passenger's side door opened.

"Hey,
Buff, what's up?"

Buffy just
nodded to the car and Willow turned to look.

"Okay
Willow, tell me what is wrong with that car."

"Uhm...if I was the car-obsessed buff type, I could
say. But I'm not."

While they
were speaking, someone slid from the black demon. The person was tall, that much was clear,
with a steely build and long black hair falling free down the back. For a moment, the two and of course others
watching thought the person was a girl until he turned around to step away from
the car. Nope. No girl.
The tight black T-shirt under a ripped black mesh top gave hint to that
while black jeans torn cleanly at the knees were tight enough to prove beyond a
doubt the person was male.

"Does
he somehow scream...vampire-wannabe or would it be genderly
challenged?"

"Um, I
think...nevermind."

Pausing,
the young man glanced around before turning to bend forward and look back into
the car before nodding and closing the door.
The mustang's engine revved deafeningly before the car pulled away. In a moment, the young man turned to head
toward the doors of the school with a black leather backpack slung carelessly
over one shoulder. He had to pass by
Buffy and Willow, but did not even glance at them.

"Hm, was that black lipstick?"

"Eye
shadow too. Maybe he's one of those
gothic peoples?"

Buffy
glanced to Willow before shrugging.

"I dunno, but I've never seen him around before. Guess that means either freshman or
transfer. I'd guess transfer."

Willow
smiled.

"Cool."

"Anyway,
let's go get this day over with so Snyder won't get his panties in a
bunch."

"Bad
Buffy! We really don't need those types
of mental images this early in the morning."

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Alexander LaVelle Harris had barely even managed to get to his
assigned locker and already his day was looking like another piece of shit
dropped in the toilet called his life.
Once more it seemed certain jocks saw fit to harass him as the school
clown-boy, then he had been even more clumsy than usual, managed to forget his
things at...well, maybe that place was not really his home, but he did have to
sleep there. Maybe he could skate by
since it was only the first day of school.
He could not have been the only one that forgot something.

Even his
locker was against him today as it jammed despite his efforts to open it. Of course, his attempts caused a couple
lighter-weight jocks to laugh, but they left him alone. That was maybe the first good point of his
day. Taking a step back, he wondered if
kicking would cause it to spring open.
Just as he was about to try, he took one more step back and collided with
a body hard enough to knock him off his feet.

Books and
papers went tumbling from the open pack that hit the floor as Xander found himself on the bottom of the
sprawl...somehow. Just staring up at the
ceiling for a moment, he sighed.

"Maybe
I really should have taken that piece of advice on the calendar about staying
in bed today."

A head came
into view and Xander realized the person sprawled on
him had gotten mostly untangled. But it
was not a girl, the face however...pretty...was not that of a girl but a young
man. Sharp hazel eyes studied him
closely from kohl-outlined eyes. Xander had to blink a moment to convince himself he was
seeing correctly the black lipstick on the guy's mouth and dark eye shadow over
his eyelids. Nope, no mistake, it was
there.

"Are
you okay?"

Xander had to shake himself before he could smile and give
a shrug. The guy did have a nice voice
though, quiet and dark, it fit his appearance.

"Yeah,
I've taken harder falls. You'd have
gotten a kick out of the stair rail running into me."

One sharp
black brow rose in question before the guy turned aside. Pushing himself up, Xander
watched the strange student start gathering his things up. Realizing the papers were being walked on, Xander started to help...handing them to the other.

"I'm
sorry about that, usually I'm the one running into things that don't like me,
not vice versa."

The other
kid did not respond as he slid the papers neatly into a black folder with an
interesting print of a snow leopard cub being guarded by a large black panther
that was actually part of a starry expanse filling the thing and a peek of
Saturn in the top right hand corner. In
fact, the guy had not said a thing other than asking if Xander
was okay. Curious about that, he paused
as he handed a black notebook over to the moving hands stuffing things into the
black leather pack.

"You're
kinda new to the school, right?"

Hazel eyes
again met his from behind a thin curtain of hair before a pale hand rose to
sweep the black locks back and tuck them behind one ear. Now Xander got his
first clear look at the other. Yes, there
was the makeup contrasting pale skin but it still seemed to fit even if
something about the guy and the way he was dressed in those torn black jeans,
black combat boots and the two layers of shirts that struck him as not just
"Goth" but as "vampire wannabe".

Xander got the last book and rose, mirrored by the other
one. God, he even moves like a
vampire, he thought as the dark form flowed up to his feet. Then he glanced at the book he held. It was heavy like a text book but it was
hardly something that the school provided or required. The cover felt something like aged leather,
like many of Giles' books used for research, but though clearly old, it felt
new. Black, it sported nothing more than
some design on the front.

"Can I
have that back please?"

Glancing up
at the cool tone, he held it out to the other who took it and clasped it to his
chest before hefting the closed pack onto his shoulder. Before the other could turn away, Xander stepped forward to capture his attention and grin as
he extended one hand. So what about
appearances? They were not always
everything, he should know that.

"I'm Xander. Xander Harris."

Those hard
eyes seemed to again pierce his own before sweeping down over his body. His smile wavered at the nearly physical
caress of that gaze. But when those eyes
rose back up to meet his own, he kept his hand out, almost hoping. The kid cocked one brow again before giving a
faint nod then turning on his heel and moving away. Smile fading slightly, Xander
let his hand drop, looking after the stranger.

"Yeah,
good luck on your first day and nice to meet you too."

Shaking his
head, he turned back toward his locker, only to realize he had become rather,
aroused...half hard. Frowning, he
glanced at the milling students around him before just letting his head fall to
the jammed locker with a loud rattling thump.
Almost absently, he chose to try it again and the locker swung open
easily.

"Normally,
I'd say my day is looking up, but I hate to be an optimist too early. Something odd about that one though..."

Looking
down, he sighed as the bulge was slightly noticeable against his pants. And that from just a look? Even if it was a
head-to-toe-devour-at-a-glance-I'm-touching-you-without-touching-you look, he
had not had that reaction before...not that often at least. He had apparently been playing with the
monsters too much again to get turned on by one of their look-alikes.

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The
Advanced English and Literature class was slowly filtering into the room, most
engaged in conversations with other students.
But it seemed everyone paid a long look at the person already in the
room...aside from the teacher. Long
black hair, black clothes that seemed almost over the line on inappropriate,
even makeup. But the new kid never once
looked up from where he was writing in an open book of some sort.

Xander was surprised upon seeing him as Willow gave him a
shove from behind to get him moving. Not
surprising, the seats that were left were around the very kid he had met in the
halls. So, after a moment, he headed
that direction. Willow followed, what
she had been saying about Principal Snyder chewing out Buffy dying on her
tongue.

"Alright
class, enough dawdling. Into your
seats."

Stragglers
moved in to fill up the other desks, Daniel Osbourne,
aka Oz being among them. He managed to
find a seat near the two friends and stranger.
Leaning forward toward Willow, he murmured, "Hey, spoken with him
yet?"

Willow
glanced back to the werewolf and slowly shook her head.

"No, I
haven't had the chance yet."

"I
tried, but he only said three words."

Oz looked
to Xander almost expectantly while Willow blinked,
looking rather curious.

Xander shrugged.
"He said, 'Are you okay' is all."

The teacher
had stood and things went quiet before anything else could be said. "Now that you have finally found the
seats you will occupy for the remainder of this school year..."

A slight
groan rose at that.

"...we
shall begin. My name is Mr. Vincent
Brown and this is the Advanced English and Literature class, in case you didn't
bother to become settled enough to read the schedules you were given. I expect you to be quiet and not speak unless
spoken to, and I expect you to answer questions of me, not fellow
students. Save that for Study Hall...if
you have one. Now, as you've met your
new teacher, I believe that the introduction for another new face among you is
entitled."

Several
people turned to stare at the dark student who was still writing in the book
before him.

"Mr.
Brendan Knightshade is a transfer from...hm, I'm not entirely certain this is correct. From, Shadow Hall High School, Fort Red
Stone. Where might that be at, Mr. Knightshade?"

Only then
did the student look up. Putting his pen
down, he slid smoothly out of his seat to stand beside his desk, facing the
teacher. Idly tucking a fall of black
hair behind his ear once more, he looked to Mr. Brown.

"It is
on the Crow Reservation in Arizona, Mr. Brown.
And even if historians disagree, and it does not show on the map, it is
there."

"Reservation,
Mr. Knightshade?"

"My
parents were sent by the government to work there, Mr. Brown. And if you please, my name is Raven."

With that,
Raven almost flowed back down into his seat.
Picking up the pen once more, he bowed his head and resumed writing as
if nothing had just happened. It left Xander even more curious while Oz had no real expression as
usual, and Willow looked thoughtful. The
rest of the class was starting to whisper when Mr. Brown cleared his throat.

"Very
well then, Raven. Now, going down the
rows, give me your name. We'll start with you."

The class
droned on for the required hour or so before the bell rang and students began
shuffling out. Xander
however, took a moment or two to gather his things, watching as Raven finished
whatever it was he had been writing and put his own things away. Closing the book, he held it in his free arm
as he stood to slide his backpack onto his shoulder again.

Willow had
also been watching, a little discretely of course, and had seen the odd crest
or pattern on the front of the book.
Frowning, she tried to place it as she was certain someone had come
across it in researching various nasties in the
library. Xander
was talking to her and it took her a moment to come back to what he was saying.

"...kinda
weird that Mr. Brown uses Mr. and Ms. in class with our last names, but he went
ahead and called Raven...well, Raven?"

"Yeah...yeah,
that is kinda weird. Of course, it might
be that Mr. Brown's one of those types of people who, you know, try not to
offend certain types of people, like Native American types of people?"

"Will,
this guy is hardly an Indian. I mean,
look at him."

Sure
enough, Raven was down the hall at one of the lockers, putting a couple books
away, taking others out to stuff into the pack while that black book remained
close at hand, visible just inside the pack with the rest.

"Unless
the red man started taking after their Pale-Face expressions, this guy ain't
one of them. And anyway, you heard him
say his parents worked there, doesn't mean they had to live there after
all."

Willow just
nodded, albeit slowly, thinking. Ahead
of them, Raven zipped his bag up, hefted it easily to his shoulder and used his
free hand to close the locker. Turning
away, he tossed his head to get his hair out of his face and moved on down the
hall.

"Well,
I've got to head over to Chemistry so, see you two at lunch," Oz said
before heading off.

"Yeah,
I better get to the Algebra class to get one of the better books, you know the
kind that hasn't been written in with the wrong sort of answers all over in
ink."

Xander looked after Willow then back to where Raven had
just managed to come across a group of jocks that enjoyed making his own life
fun to live. He should not just stand there
and watch but as he started to move forward, one of the guys reached for
Raven's pack. The new kid smoothly
pivoted on one heel and grabbed the offending guy's wrist. Xander was close
enough to hear it pop as the jock yelped before he was thrust away and Raven
pushed through them to move on along his way unmolested.

"Okay...now
I'm curious..."

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"Look,
Buff, I know it's your place to tell things about someone, but how often have
you seen a skinny guy grab a muscle-bound nickle-brain's
arm, squeeze hard enough to pop the wrist then just be allowed to walk off
without the other jerks throwing in on him?"

Buffy
sighed and put down the book on spells to ward off lesser demons and fae for the third time and turned to look at Xander.

"Look,
Xan, I know you're kinda jumpy tonight and all since
we're going to be heading after these little brownie...beasties...but really,
other than the totally depressed and 'Hello I'm suicidal' look the guy has,
he's just a new kid. He's supposed to be
strange."

"So I
would then assume you aren't getting any bad vibes about him."

"Nope,
none but for the usual "is that for real" vibe I get from any normal
human-ish new student."

Xander sighed. All
day he had been watching this "Raven" character and all day, he had
seen things that sent his alerts into screaming something was a bit off about
him. And of course, he had expected the
resident Slayer to ignore him just because he was the good-intentioned group
clown. True, Raven had not really done
anything, but things still seemed off, more so than usual. And there had been several new students in
the school from other places, but none of them despite their punked-out hair, piercings,
appearances or actions had felt the same as Raven's had.

And lunch? Well, okay so he had been staring a bit, not
that anyone noticed of course. Raven had
stepped into the cafeteria, looked around then turned and left. Xander noticed him
a few minutes later outside on the grass of the lawn eating something that looked
like maybe liver but was not exactly the same color or even the same flat
size. The rest of the lunch seemed
normal enough from potato chips and carrot sticks with a brownie.

What was
odd though was that Raven was alone, just staring out toward the street as if
watching for something. Xander had not stuck around to stare but had paused long
enough to study the other guy. And the
pack and book were nearby, both laying to one side as if waiting. At least, that was how it felt. Then again, maybe he was just being
jumpy. Just as he reached that
conclusion, Willow spoke up.

"Well
Buffy, um, actually Xander isn't the only one to
think Raven's been acting stranger than most new-type people. But, not that there's anything wrong with it,
it's just a new sort of strangeness, not the harmful sort of strangeness though
I don't think."

"Okay. So we have a gothic vampire-wannabe that came
here to Sunnydale for reasons we don't know yet just
to go to school under Snyder's fatherly eye for the fun of it."

Rupert
Giles, the librarian and reinstated Watcher, had been listening all the while
even as he poured over another of the large leather-bound volumes.

"So,
Buffy, you have not received any Slayer-related warnings or...sensations...from
being near this new student who I believe is called...Raven?"

Willow, Oz
and Xander nodded to the name. Buffy shrugged.

"Nope. The only warning I got was the whole 'fashion
disaster' warning when I saw his clothes."

"Did
you see his hair? I mean, yeah, guys
usually don't look good in long hair, but he'd look a lot better if he ever
like, tried something called conditioner?"

Eyes turned
toward Cordelia Chase. Blinking, she paused before fidgeting a
little.

"Then
you've been like, checking him out, right, Cordy?"
Xander poked.

"Duh. He's the new kid? Anyway, he's got potential if he'd just loose
the whole mortician-reject rocker thing."

Willow had
already turned back to the book she was browsing as nothing had come up on her
internet searches. It was a few minutes
later that she found a reference to what she was looking for. All it gave however was references to
Medieval Crests...in another book that was likely buried in the stacks around
the library. Frowning, she pushed the
book away to reach for another one. That
design on Raven's book had not let her rest, she knew it was familiar but she
was not certain how.

"Alright,
so, we ready to go little meanie hunting?"

Glancing up
at Buffy's question, Willow started to decline before the other "Scoobies" nodded in agreement and began abandoning
their research. However, Giles saved her
from abandoning her current project.

"Very
well, but all of you, for heaven's sake be careful about tracking tonight. Willow, perhaps it would be best if you
stayed behind to do some additional research with me. This little problem may lead into a far
larger and far less savory one."

With
scattered nods, the rest of the night's hunters filed out, checking equipment
and talking among themselves as they went.
Giles turned back to his books and resumed browsing while Willow grabbed
for another, calling out after the Slayer Club, "Good luck, and try to
come back whole and un-slimy this time, okay?"

"Wait,
we can get slimed by these things?" asked Cordeila
before the doors closed after her.
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