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Blacklust: Demon Hunter	By : BurneHazard Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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 and parents 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: I have done extensive
research on Arthurian legends and finally decided to combine all results into
one for the basis of this story since all findings said different things.

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Blacklust: Demon Hunter

The
Gift of a Thistle

Or

Never
Look Gift Horses in the Mouth

Xander stood in front of his locker which had once again
jammed on him. Kicking had not helped,
and the punch had only caused him to realize why one not Slayer-empowered was
smart enough to have protection over their hands when using their fists. Bruised knuckles were not his main worry
however, he had to get his things and go all the way across the school for his
next class and it usually took up the entire between-period-transfer. So having his locker jammed was not a good
thing.

It was
still morning with a few hours until lunch and he really did not need to be
late again. But even talking to the
locker did not help and he was beginning to find himself sliding into an
anger-related type of mood. Even as he
gave the metal door another kick, he was ready to just give up and head to
class without the finished assignment, books and materials. Then, a cool hand fell onto his shoulder, startling
him.

Turning, he
found himself looking eye-to-eye into Raven's sharp gaze. No word, the other guy just nudged him back
and turned to the locker. Xander found himself looking the other over slowly. Black as usual, however this time it was in
the form of worn jeans of faded black with rips over the knees and several
along the thighs...one almost indecently high on the back of the left thigh,
allowing that pale-tan skin to show through.
A tight black T-shirt with sleeves rolled up to rest on his shoulders,
giving the sleeveless appearance.

What was
new to Xander's eyes however was the Tribal tattoo of
a black raven on the right arm near the curve of the shoulder. On the right arm there was a band of braided
black leather encircling the bicep at a point where the faint hint of muscles
rested neatly against it. The ends fell
down freely, tips brushing against the elbow.
Raven had begun tying his hair back after Principal Snyder rode his ass
about it but it still looked ready to break loose and cover his face any
time. The black kohl, eye shadow and
lipstick remained.

Raven was
saying something and Xander snapped back to reality
with a, "Huh?"

Those cool
hazel eyes turned back toward him.

"I
said, kicking it only makes it stick more.
You should stop."

His hands
were moving along the front of the locker, fingers splayed as if feeling for
something. Xander's
attention wavered and he found himself drawn toward those hands that caressed
the cold metal so nicely. I wonder what
those hands would feel like on...no, absolutely not, Xander
had to mentally smack himself. It did
nothing to calm the sudden heated arousal he again felt against the tight press
of his jeans.

Just as he
started to ask why Raven was stroking his locker, said guy straightened and
brought the heel of his hand sharply against the metal in a loud clang.

"I
already tried hitting, and you said the kicking only made it worse. Are you going to start trying to tickle it
open?"

Raven
glanced at him, the natural set of his eyebrows making it a sharp, near-glare
sort of look. Then he reached down to
grasp the locker's latch, lift it, and give a smooth pull. It swung open without so much as a groan or
squeak. Raven released the door and
stepped back.

"No. I was bending the door back into place."

Blushing, Xander stood there, trying to find something to say as his
mouth worked. Raven however had turned
his head away and reached back to grab the leather backpack he kept with him
constantly. Unzipping it, he dug inside
as that cool, low tone rose once more, sending a too-nice shiver through Xander.

"I
realize that I've been less than friendly.
But I never talk to anyone outside my own family much since we move
constantly. I wanted to thank you for
helping me pick my things up the first day and again the following week...and
when I was tripped a few days ago."

Xander managed to quit imitating a gaping fish as a box was
pressed into his hands. Glancing down,
he saw it was a simple white gift box, neat without being expensive, nothing to
tell where it was from or what was in it.
Just a neatly done up blue ribbon holding it closed. When he looked back up, Raven actually
managed a faint smile before he spun and was gone in the slowly thinning crowd
just like that.

"Ah,
thanks!" called Xander rather belatedly.

Forgetting
that he was likely going to be late to class, he moved closer to his still-open
locker and began to open the box. As
Willow and Oz had been spending more time together between classes, the chances
they would come upon him were few, Buffy and Cordelia
were probably still in the library with Giles talking about the Black Knight
issue. But even as he remembered the
story from the previous night's patrol, he forgot it as he lifted the lid off
the box and saw what was within.

Nestled
neatly upon soft white tissue paper was a deep blue circle of dyed hide a lot
like rough-looking suede. Shimmering
threads that were almost like strange pearls formed an intricate double web in
the heart of the ring, holding it in shape.
Reaching down, he touched the soft yet tough hide and lifted it slightly
out of the box. Instantly the threads
shimmered with pale rainbows in the light as Xander
turned it. Beneath there were three
groups of four lengths of braided blue.
At the ends, beads held snowy white feathers with black hearts that fell
down from the thing.

Oh, he knew
what it was. You did not just sit in the
library staring at books when you helped out the Slayer. It was a Dream Catcher, and quite a beautiful
one at that. Still, just in case he
managed to ruin it somehow, he gently settled it back into the box on those
feathers and closed the lid. Xander slid it into his locker on the top shelf before
wondering just what the gift might mean.
It was somehow clear that the catcher was no store-bought, factory-made
thing. No, it was hand-made.

The ringing
of the bell however snapped him out of his thoughts and he jerked his head up
to see the hall mostly empty.

"SHIT! Oh, wait...what am I jumping for? It's not like I'm exactly known for being on
time now am I? And why am I talking to
myself?"

Shaking his
head, Xander grabbed his things and rather than
slamming the locker, closed it carefully before dashing off, narrowly avoiding
a couple of girls heading toward their lockers.
He did not notice the dark head visible just around the far corner of
the hall and the sharp hazel eyes watching him go. A faint smile touched black-slicked lips
before Raven turned and moved on to his own class.

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"Hey
guys. Found any great horned demons or
oozing slime balls asking to be picked off on this sunny scholastic day?"

Willow and
Oz both looked up, the former from her place leaning in over the table reading
a book and the latter from the slouched-down position he usually adapted when
sitting. Cordelia
was not there and Buffy was frowning where she was pouring over a book, too
occupied to look up as Xander slid into a seat at
their table.

"Oh,
hi Xan. We're
just trying to figure out what Buffy and the others saw last night leading
those attacking zombie-things after their stake-out work."

"Ah,
you mean those rotting yet moving creeps with the guy dressed up in a black
tin-can."

Buffy
glanced up and looked at him before sitting the book on the table and grabbing
an open bag of chips. "I still say
that it was no coincidence you two were looking up a Black Knight then one
happens to show up on a normal night.
Raven has to be connected somehow."

Willow
finished a slice of fruit and shrugged.
"Yeah, but then again, he's not really the dark-stalking type that
would do that is he? I mean, yeah he's
strange, quiet, stays away from everyone, but that doesn't mean he's planning
to kill everyone does it?"

She
received looks from the others. However,
Xander cleared his throat.

"No,
actually I have to agree with Will here.
I mean, he isn't all that bad.
His parents have to move around a lot so sure he'd stay distant since
he'd be moving again at any time.
Right?"

Buffy
stared at him. Then, just perked
up. "Well , yeah I can see
that. But even if he is a good guy,
there's still some sorta connection there."

Xander chose to remain silent and eat. But he had not gotten far when Oz shifted to
sit up a bit more and give a jerk of his head toward the doors. "Speaking of the devil...not to jinx
anything that is."

Sure
enough, Raven stood in the doors, looking around. As usual, no open tables or spots. And almost swaying backward, he turned upon
one heel to head on down the hall. Buffy
popped another couple of chips into her mouth before moving to rise. "I think I'll just go ask him a few
questions."

"No,
Buff...why not just finish your lunch and I'll go ask him? Anyway, there's that test in biology isn't
there?"

Willow
pitched in, for a moment seeming surprised she did so. "Yeah Buff, and with the extra work last
night we never did get to study much for that test you know with the research
and reporting everything."

Slowly,
Buffy sank back down, smiling a bit.
"Oh, right. Just see what
else you can find out about him, Xan, and be
careful."

Xander smiled but left the rising bit of banter slip away
as he left the table. None of the others
noticed. Heading outside as Raven still
chose to eat on the grass away from everyone, he wandered over to the dark form. Again there was that odd meat, though it was
mostly gone, with a sandwich that was likely tuna or chicken salad half gone
beside it. Raven himself had his legs
pulled up and crossed under him to brace the open black book he always wrote
in.

As he neared,
he saw that Raven was not writing but reading over something toward the
back. The breeze blew the pages over the
material however as Xander moved to sink down beside
him.

"Hey,
this patch of ground taken?"

Raven
looked toward him, swallowing his mouthful before responding with a shrug,
"Nope."

"Look,
I wanted to thank you for that gift, it was really cool. Did you make it?" Xander asked,
trying to figure out how to go about asking Raven the things he was supposed to
find out.

"I
helped my mother make it. She's better
at weaving than I am."

"That's
really something though. Did you learn
it at the reservations?"

Raven
shrugged. "Sort of. You can't live somewhere and not learn
anything."

Xander nodded before glancing over the lawn. He could easily understand that much. After all, when you learn your town is the Hellmouth, that the once-new girl is a Slayer, your best
friend is a witch and your best friend's boyfriend is a werewolf...you begin
expecting the monsters and strange happenings, but you never stopped learning.

"You
know what a Dream Catcher is, right?" asked Raven.

Xander smiled and glanced down. "Yeah, I know the whole catching good
dreams and letting them trickle down to you and eating bad ones idea."

"This
one was made for you, it should bring you only the sorts of dreams you desire
above all else. If you have even one
nightmare or uncomfortable dream, tell me." Those hazel eyes seemed to flash as they
pinned Xander's own brown eyes. "It's important."

For a
moment, he felt nervous, more so than before, but it was also the good-type of
thrill that was again sliding directly toward his groin. Looking away finally, he found himself
staring at the grass and grasping for words.
Oh, he was not stupid, as he seemed most of the time, he had some
trouble finding words when he desired and getting them out the way he wanted.

"Sure,
I can do that. Um, I don't suppose you
might want to be sorta, belatedly shown around Sunnydale, if you haven't already seen the sites and stuff
by someone else that is."

Raven's
hand slid into his line of sight, those pale fingers offering him a Dorito of some sort.
Taking it, he glanced over at the bag, Cool Ranch flavor. Smiling, he munched on it while Raven started
to clean his things up, stuffing them back in the bag and shoving them into the
bottom of his pack, leaving the book on his lap.

"I've
got a lot of homework tonight, but maybe later I'll take you up on that."

So saying,
Raven rose, nodded to him, and turned to head back toward the school, pack on
one shoulder and book in his free hand resting near his hip. As Xander looked
after him, the random thought that he envied that long hair the way it could
lick at that denim-clad ass struck him.
He almost struck himself in snapping out of that train of thought. Okay, so he found the guy physically
attractive, he had no idea which way Raven swung...let alone if he was even
interested in a guy like Xander.

He had gone
back to the table without realizing it.
Buffy glanced up from cramming for that test as Willow and Oz both
looked at him rather expectantly.
Sinking back into his chair, Buffy broke the quiet before he could even
settle.

"Well? What did ya find out?"

"Nothing
much, he knows stuff about Native American crafts, he's been inside doing
homework after school, hasn't gotten around much if you catch the drift. I offered to show him around later and he
said maybe. Oh, and that whole Black
Knight thing was just the joke of a race of demons from outer space messing
with our minds and planning to take over our sock drawers."

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Oz was
sliding a few books into his locker, pausing to study what was left as he
turned over what he had to take with him to finish before tomorrow. Mind turning over a particular chemistry
problem as he sorted through things, he caught the sense of something
peculiar. Normally his senses were
rather tame but it was drawing closer to the usual time of month so everything
was becoming more heightened.

The motion
that had caught his eye was one too smooth for humans, one that only vampires
or very, very talented agents tended to have.
And with it there was a scent.
But when he located the source of the motion, it belonged to the Raven
guy Xander and Willow had been going on about. Oz had not been very fortunate to make his
acquaintance yet. However, his attention
was drawn to the guy. Classes were out
for the day, he should have been going.

Where as Oz
could pick up the certain dark, musky, outdoors scent, there was also a hint of
heated leather, maybe cedar wood and a fruity scent he could not immediately
place but that actually made his mouth water.
That struck him as 'Raven-scent' and thus normal. What was not normal was the hint of cigarette
smoke and old blood...a faint hint of fire that his more primal mind registered
as 'demon-hurt-kill-hunt-blood-fangs' aka 'vampire'.

It was so
faint however that it was not on Raven but somehow around him. Eyes narrowing, Oz turned back to his own
locker, still watching. Currently, Raven
was facing his own locker, changing books in his pack. A folder with papers slid in, a few random
things before the other guy hesitated in reaching for something. His hand came into view holding a piece of
paper and that sense grew stronger, faint yet there. The scent was coming from the paper.

Raven
glanced around once, sharp gaze raking over Oz and passing on before he glanced
at the paper. There was only a couple
others lingering near, anyone might have put it in the locker. The guy certainly acted as if he had not put
it there himself. Oz began to slowly
slide his own bag up onto his shoulder as he watched Raven open the folded
paper and read what was there. He closed
his locker and turned to head for the doors which would lead him past Raven.

A frown
touched the dark brows as Oz neared before pale hands refolded the note and
stuffed it into the bag near the book with that seal Willow had been talking
about. But rather than stop to stare or
even hesitate, Oz continued on past the strange student. Behind him, a locker closed without being
slammed. Glancing back, he saw Raven
heading the very opposite direction with a grace that his secondary nature
screamed was 'wrong for humans'.

I think
Buffy's idea that what we saw last night is somehow connected to this Raven
character may indeed be securely founded.

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One thing
Raven disliked above everything...was so much bloody noise. Crowds he could tolerate, smoke he could
stand, lack of lighting was fine, blaring music as background he found okay,
but the noise of so many people inside an enclosed place? No.
Due to that his mood was indeed quite as black as his hair. Stony gray eyes glared at those who dared
think of speaking up in his ears as he passed.

This place,
The Bronze, was not all that bad, just too crowded was all. Why the note asked him here he had no
idea. So far he recognized most of the
others here from school or around town somehow.
Hang-out for youths indeed.
Spiked drinks, smoking and drugs if his senses read correctly. Not his scene as some would say. And as the note just said to be at The
Bronze, Raven decided that maybe standing outside would be acceptable even
if it might have made him look like an idiot.

Slipping
outside, he took a deep breath of fresher air and moved around to lean back
against a wall barely inside the pool of light.
It was night. To Raven, night was
meant to be dark and his eyes worked fine in it without need of such blinding
pools. Slipping both hands into the
pockets of his jacket, he sighed and just crossed his ankles.

Wearing
snug black leather pants with the trademark black combat boots half-laced up on
his feet, he had come in much the same style as usual. The only difference was that his shirt was a
loose and more elegant one than he wore during school. Midnight blue satin, it rippled like liquid
over his upper body, buttoned up with the top buttons undone to let a black
leather collar show around his throat.
His jacket was of thick, tough yet soft suede, black of course with
platinum accents.

Hair tied
back behind his head, it was kept out of his face and thus away from the black
slicked like wet ink over his lips and sparkling faintly where it shadowed eyes
detailed in kohl with an almost Egyptian flair.
Yes, he had dressed up, pale skin a sharp contrast to the dark garments
yet somehow fitting as well. Eyes still
a hard gray rather than the normal neutral hazel, he let his head fall back
before closing his eyes. There was work
to be done tonight yet here he was, standing outside the club-thing due to a
written invitation found in his locker.

Convincing
himself that he was going home now as he had given whoever this person was a
fair chance, he moved to straighten and step away from the wall before the
faint prickle at the back of his neck warned him. Unfortunately, it came too late for him to
avoid the cool hand suddenly grasping his throat over the collar and the
steel-hard arm just as cool around his waist, pinning his arms to his
sides. If the arm was steel, the body he
was pulled back against was stone, yet pleasantly sculpted stone if he was able
to feel right.

"Hello,
ducky."

Fuck.
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