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The Darkness Calls	By : Wingedmerkat Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Slash - Male/Male Views: 27833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS that belongs to Joss, Riddick movies belong to David Twohy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.All characters belong to their owns and not me! Zero cash made.

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The Darkness Calls

Title: More and more and more
Author: MoonKat
Summary: Xander feels guilty about Angel going to hell. So he tries to come clean with his friends . . . It goes bad. Now he�s changed. Inside and out. He�s in a new place and has a different life. Hell he not even human no more. Slash M/M/M
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners. That means I own nothing and have zero money. . .

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Making his way down the hill was a little harder then going up but his cat like grace helped him a lot with keeping his balance. When he got to the cave Xander checked over the generator, it had two power sources, solar and a unit like the ones powering the ships. The extra power unit was small but Xander was sure it would power the generator for a while at least. Xander sighed with two power sources working the generator he wouldn�t have to worry about the damn thing shorting out. Xander didn�t feel like a snack right now. Not that he ever planned on learning what a snack felt like . . .

Xander was just going to head back to the crash site but stopped in the bone yard when he heard something. A voice. An unfamiliar voice. A female voice. A female voice accompanied by more then one set of foot steps. Walking through the skeleton of a creature Xander watched a skinny blond woman and a small dark skinned boy pass by. The boy didn�t speak even when the woman called him vile things, he just followed her quietly with his eyes to the ground. Xander reached out to them with his empathy and touched their minds. He swallowed convulsively like one would when they are trying not to vomit. Both of the minds he could sense disturbed the half-cat youth.

The woman�s mind was like broken bottles of booze mixed with old piss, smokes, and burnt hair. The woman�s mind was vile, hateful, and shallow. And insane, did Xander mention she was nutz? Her mind sickened him and left a lasting bitter taste in his mouth. The boy�s mind was just as worrying, the kid�s mind felt tired with just a soft touch of insanity. So very tired. It tasted of blood and hurt and tears . . .

It was sad that a child hurt that much.

They were dirty and covered in cuts with ratty dull colored clothing covering their thin bodies. *Sigh* It looked like their were two new survivors to join the merry band. Yeah.

�Hello.� Xander had spoken quietly and had stepped out of the bone yard calmly and in clear view of the woman. He did not expect her to react to his appearance the way she did.

She spun around, faced Xander and screamed bloody murder. She was so loud she made his ears ring and the sand shift. Clutching at his poor ears Xander glared at the dirt covered woman and yelled when she continued screaming like a fire alarm. �Quiet! Shut up! Damn!!! You�re going to make my ears bleed!�

The blond woman�s jaw snapped closed as abrupt as it opened and she blinked at Xander owlishly. She then narrowed her eyes at him and walked up to him till they were almost face to face. Her moldy breath ghosting over Xander�s face.

�Who�r you?!!! Come te steal my soul, demon cat?!� She said as she clutched Xander�s shirt.

�No, I don�t believe so . . . I have no need for another soul.� Xander said as he took a step back, her breath smelt like old boozes and oddly enough cat food. He felt oily just by being near her.

She tipped her head to the side and grinned. The grin was quite mad. �You want te eat mah boy? Go ahead! He no good te me no more. Can�t sing no more, he can�t.� She said as she grabbed the boy and pushed him toward Xander.

The kid was small and dark with large black eyes and a head full of soft black curls. He just looked at Xander fearfully. Xander frowned he can smell fresh blood coming from the boy, he reached out for him. The child flinched and took a step back, Xander�s eyes narrowed more, then his face melted into a soft smile. �It�s ok, I�m not going to hurt you.�

Reaching out to the boy Xander touched the top of his curly head, the bright light of Emfrine flared up. Xander closed his eyes and a pained look crossed his face. His light covered the small boy, surrounded him, soothed him. Xander felt all the pains that the boy lived though for the past eight years; starting with the crash that bruised his small rib cage, the deep cuts along his sides, the head wound. Xander forced more of his power into the boy and healed the hand shaped bruises, the claw marks made by feminine hands, and old bone breaks. Xander let out a soft sigh when he took his hand off the boy. The boy�s eyes were wide and his looked at Xander with awe and adoration. Xander reached out with his empathy and tasted the boy�s mind again, it still held traces of blood but now it was sweetened like a cookie that was slightly burnt in the oven.

�That didn�t hurt now, did it?�

The boy shook his little head and mouthed the word �no� without making a sound.

Xander gave the boy a slight smile then looked at the grime covered woman, he looked into her worn scornful eyes and reached out to touch her withered face. She hissed and flashed her yellow teeth at him, teeth deteriorated by multiple drugs. �I can heal those cuts on your face . . .Make you feel better?�

Xander reached forward like he would if he was approaching a feral dog or cat. Xander reached for her with his empathy, she was afraid of him, she hated him, she was envious of him. Xander could only feel selfish emotions, nothing truly compassionate or even human. Xander wasn�t even sure she had a soul!

Quick as a shot Xander grabbed her hand and forced his gifts though her, there was no gentle flow or urge to heal here. Healing this woman was like paying taxes, a shitty annoying obligation! He wouldn�t have done it at all if it wasn�t for the little boy�s expectant gaze traveling from Xander to his mother.

Xander�s stomach nearly revolted as he felt the stink of drugs, hard liquor, and hate, blanket over him. As quick as he touched her he released her. Healing her was like working against the grain, plus every time he healed someone it took a little of his strength. Xander could feel weakness starting to settle into his knees. All those healings! Xander was just glad everyone with a little cut hadn�t demanded something of him! Forcing himself to stand straight Xander ignored the wobble in his legs, the shaking in his hands, and started leading the woman and child to the ship.

�Come on. I�ll take you to the others. What�s your names anyway?� He asked the sharp eyed woman and the mute child.

She sneered. �Me?! I um Cutter, Bess Cuttuh!� Then she waved her dirty hand at the dark skinned boy. �An dis is muh bastard. Dat�s all ya need ta know bout us!�

Xander let out a huff of breathe when the woman came too close and her stench reached his nose. �Well, BESS, how did you end up with such a nice kid?�

Bess curled her nose and looked at the silent little boy standing by Xander. �His prick of a pa was a real girly boy. Wet behind the ears an such!�

�Whatever . . .�

The walk back to the ship was pretty calm. Xander was uneasy around the woman. Though the crazy bint wasn�t as strong as Xander he could feel her dark eyes on him. Watching him, waiting for him to weaken. Xander had no doubt in his mind that this unknown woman would slit his throat and mug him if she could. She is a selfish beast and Xander wouldn�t trust her. Not with anything, not even her own kid.

Xander had expected at any moment the crazy bird he found would attack him, but to his surprise the trek to the ship was uneventful till Xander got near said ship. Zeke was standing around with that damn gun Johns had given him, pointing it around like an idiot. There was some new guy bleeding on the ground next to an equally bleeding Jack. But Xander didn�t notice the blood, or the shouting, he was focused on one thing. Zeke . . .Was . . .Pointing . . .A . . . Gun . . . At . . . HIS . . .BABY!!!

Without even realizing it Xander made the situation just a little worse.

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Watching at a good distance with the bottle of booze in his hand Riddick raise a brow in amusement. The kitty sure knew how to throw a beat-down. He ran at Zeke with an impressive amount of speed and bulldozer the big man over. He knocked the gun out of his hand then started clawing at the man like a true momma cat protecting her young. Riddick shifted his parts around in his pants, Xander was flexible and strong, his muscles were bunching and his fangs flashing. And then those agile fingers that had been touching Riddick�s skin wrapped around Zeke�s throat . . . It was hot to watch his kitty beat the crap out of someone.

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Lifting Zeke off the ground like he weigh nothing Xander bashed the man against the side of the ship. He knew the other�s were scared of this side of him, that they where screaming at him to stop, but something in him didn�t care.. . Jack was wide eyed and still and the little boy he had found had rolled up into a ball on the ground like a little turtle. Oren was screaming at the top of his little lungs, his tiny wrinkled face red and unhappy.

When Zeke stopped struggling Xander started loosening his grip on the bruised and slightly blue man, but couldn�t resist giving one last punch. When Zeke went limp from the hard blow to the skull, Xander dropped the body in disgust then snatched the squalling infant from Shezza. He ignored Paris as he stuttered and Shezza as she yowls like a wet cat.. Xander didn�t really know why he acted the way he did. He didn�t care why Zeke shot near Oren, whatever the excuse was, didn�t care at all. His instincts just screamed at him, yelling THREAT! THREAT TO BABY!! Zeke should just be grateful that Xander went easy on him.

Holding Oren in one arm and his free hand over Jack�s wound, Xander�s eyes widened as he met HER eyes. He shrugged. If Jack liked dressing like a boy who was Xander to stop her? He didn�t know how he missed it though. Under the dirt and old sweat was the fertile scent of a healthy young female.

Healing Jack enough to stop the bleeding Xander went to the new arrival, his pain was calling to him. And instinct begged Xander to at least acknowledge that call. The man had several wounds, two gun shots and abrasions from this incident, and some old ones . . . This man smelt of oil and dirt, of a life from mining and hard work. This man who was looking at Xander with such fear was a man of the earth, worked till his muscles screamed in blood curdling pain, was superstitious of cats . . . ?

Apparently some silly beliefs from Earth had found its way out into space. From what Xander could read from the man his whole teeny-tiny backwater planet believed that a cat that crosses ones path could take a man�s soul. Now Xander found THAT funny. * I wonder if there�s a planet of people who fear having their pictures taken? Maybe a ladder phobia . . .*

The man feared Xander far more then a dozen guns. When the bleeding man tried to pull away from him Xander held him to the ground and forced his gift into his body. Xander didn�t have enough strength or patience to calm the man AND heal his bleeding wounds. Slowly the healing skin pushed the two bullets out and his gun shot became soft pink puckered scars.

�Be still.�

Xander met the man�s scared brown eyes, they were almost black as they locked with Xander�s. Xander snorted and let out the air from his nose as a pungent smell wafted through the breeze. His eyes watered with the smell of human waste. This guy was rrrrreallllly afraid of cats!

Jumping away from the new guy Xander was glad his healing was done. He didn�t need to deal with any ungrateful people and he really didn�t need to smell like anyone else�s body fluids. Xander blushed. *Not THOSE body fluids at least. I�m not that kinky.*

As he stood to go into the ship Xander felt dizziness spread through his mind making him stumble as he walked. Healing took a lot out of a man! Xander sighed. He needed a nap. A long one. And a back rub, and hot food, and a soft bed, and a hard muscled body under him . . .

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Holding Oren gently in his arms Xander brushed his fingers through soft silky baby hair. After his rather long fit Oren was hungry, then he went to sleep. Everything had to go by the baby�s schedule but Xander didn�t really mind. The little guy kept him occupied and out of the way of the others. That was a good thing.

Grabbing that shield that Paris had brought Xander started burring it in the ground. If he could keep it from tipping over it would make a decent baby seat. Grabbing his cloak from his bag Xander wrapped it over and around the wooden shield. It wasn�t that great of a baby holder what with it having no railings, but it would do. Not like little new born Oren would roll off it and walk away. Fixing his little bed up nice, Xander left the infant just in the shade by the ship near Greg.

The man was still out of it. Xander checked his pulse and lifted up an eyelid, his blue eyes were clouded. That was a little worrying but all his senses told him Greg was healing. That he was right now in a healing sleep.

Getting up Xander brushed his hand through Oren�s soft hair one last time then went to find the others. He could already hear the sound of Fry bitching like mad . . . *Man I have a headache . . .* Thought Xander as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

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Xander was off in search of the group. He had info that he would like to unload. It seamed to be the norm to find the adults gathered in a little group talking and getting nothing at all done. They were discussing Riddick AND Xander�s unprovoked attack on Zeke. Xander shook his head.

�Hey all! What�s the what! Are you guy�s playin� who is the most useless? Oooo! Oooo! Can I have my turn! I ppppick . . . Fry!� Johns and Fry gave Xander the stink eye, a really stinky eye-ish stink eye. Imam shook his head in bemused affection, while his children stifled giggles. Sheeza looked a bit huffy, her cheeks were puffed out like an evil dusty squirrel. * She�s probably mad at me. After all it�s not everyday someone watches their honey bun get their ass handed to them.*

Jack bound over to Xander. �Where�d you find the brat and the psycho?� Her eyes were wide and curious. She seamed to have forgotten about Xander�s little episode.

�Survivors. Like yourselves. Maybe we should have sent out search parties where we crashed. Right captain?� Xander asked Fry sweetly.

She frowned. �Where were you?� She growled, ignoring Xander�s question.

Xander blinked. �Where was I?� He frowned as if really thinking about it. Then his face brightened as if he just remembered. �I found a ship! It�s really nice and-�

Fry snorted. �You mean I found a ship! Me! I found a ship while YOU were lazing around! And then you attack Zeke! What is wrong with you? Can�t you do anything right?! Can�t you act human for a moment?!�

Xander bristled. �I seam to remember using my inhuman gifts in healing to save Owen�s . . . you remember him right. The guy you almost killed!�

Fry stood there frozen while the others looked at her with curiosity in their eyes.

!!SLAP!!

Fry glared at Xander with anger and the beginning of hate forming in her bright blue eyes. �Shut up! Don�t talk about people like you know them! Now I�m the captain and you will obey me! When Zeke and that new guy get back from burying all the dead you will heal him! Every little cut and bruise you caused! Got it!!�

Xander touched his stinging red cheek. He couldn�t believe the witch had the guts to hit him. Xander�s tail swished back and forth, the fur bristling. His claws itching to scratch and draw blood.Xander opened his mouth to tell her where she could shove her orders when screams started ringing out from the dirt hills. Bloody screams, the kind Xander remembered from his soldier memories.

Xander growled in annoyance. It seamed his White Knight habits weren�t dead because he was running toward the screaming before his brain started working. Xander was far ahead of the others and pulled out his sword when the smell of fresh blood hit his nose.

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Review.
I�m very annoyed. There still in the light! Damn! And there won�t be Fry flirting with Riddick till they catch him and get to the ghost town. No Xander/Riddick till then either. Well . . . A little bit of Xander/Riddick when the big guy is all chained up . . . Maybe. Next chapter I want to put more Riddick�s POV in the story. My new job has left me with little writing time but I'll try to update soon! Real soon!
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