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The Demon's Way	By : Ryoko21 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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But he didn’t ask. When I stopped by later that night to see him I expected to find him awake and being a big baby about stitches or something. I found him still solidly unconscious, just being taken out of a herbal bath by the healers. The tub was black with soot and blood, and the healers had pulled him out and laid him on the floor to wash off the remaining grime and work on some larger chunks of encrusted blood. The room was large and elegant, slightly Greek in style, and used by my healers for both treatments and purifications, along with some raunchier bath time escapades that I’d heard of. It was a white room with a large bathtub that could easily fit five adults. For Xander to have blackened that amount of water, and still have dirt running off him as they sprayed him with clean water, he must not have bathed since I left Sunnydale.
But that wasn’t what shocked me most. The dirt was disgusting, yeah, but it was just dirt. What horrified me most was the state of his body. His hands and feet were slashed to ribbons almost down to the bone, and I could tell by the gnarled look to them that they’d been broken multiple times. His ankles seemed okay, but he held one of his wrists strangely and I had to assume that either the wrist or the entire arm had been broken some time recently and never properly set. There was dark bruising all over him, but especially on his chest and back, which must have come from being thrown around or falling and landing hard. It looked like he’d had more than one rib broken, and probably still had a few left to heal.
I wish that was the worst of it. It’s certainly gruesome enough in itself, but that wasn’t the part that made me shiver. No, the shivering came when I realized that I could almost see every broken bone in his body right through his skin. It came when I realized that there was nothing but bone and a few remaining chunks of skin left hanging from his abused body. It came when it finally occurred to me that Xander had not only been turned into some horrible monster, but that he’d been beaten and starved on top of it all.
The healers washed him, dried him, and moved him to a bedroom that served as a sickroom. Once he was placed on the bed, the healers stepped back and let the witches step up. Anything that had been made by the supernatural, like spells, venoms, or supernatural poisons, could be healed by them. Anything that was naturally made, like regular gashes and infections, would have to be taken care of by the healers with special support from the witches.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t a lot on the boy that could be taken care of by the witches. A couple acid burns and a minor case of demon venom, but far more of his problems came from demons that simply used claws and enhanced strength. The witches could speed the healing, but they would be useless at keeping the problems from getting worse. Luckily I knew I had talented and reliable healers.
Don’t let me sound like I have any idea what I’m talking about here. Honestly, I know a good bit about dark mumbo-jumbo, but the stuff for healing is way too complicated for me. Luckily, I managed to find myself one good mage to keep an eye on my magics and keep me in the loop. The only problem was that he was a complete ponce.
His name was Jace, and isn’t that just a nancy-boy name if you’ve ever heard it? The first time I met him was in a bar back in LA. I had finally managed to escape my fledges and my duties as a master vampire long enough to get a bourbon, and this 20-something blonde twat starts hitting on me. It wasn’t the first time- I mean, look at me. I’m a homo-erotic walking wet dream- but I tried to tell him off gently. He wasn’t having it, so I finished my drink and high tailed it out, a little pissed off to have my evening cut short. The wanker actually followed me, and in the back ally my temper finally broke and I rounded on him in game face. He didn’t even bat an eyelash, just made some comment about liking the rough stuff or something. I took a swing at him, and found myself floating six feet off the ground, unable to so much as twitch an eyelid and buck naked.
And that, oddly enough, is how I found my master mage. Seems Jace had been looking for the “hot vampire with the tight ass” who ruled that section of California to sign on with. After he let me down and I managed to convince him to orb my clothes back (and threatened to tear out his eyes if he watched me dress) we came to an agreement that pretty much put him as my right-hand-man in ruling my territory. I got the use of a powerful and experienced warlock, and Jace got a solid job, the chance to keep tabs on the new Big Bad in town, and never ending opportunities to attempt to get in my pants.
It… it went a lot more professionally than it seems. Once he stopped hitting on me… Alright, he’s never stopped hitting on me, but once he realized I wasn’t going to shag him, he cooled down a bit. And, honestly, he was just too damn strong for me to toss off just because he couldn’t withstand my insanely sexy body. Can’t blame the bloke, really. But, anyway, he could be professional when the situation called for it.
Which is why I really started to worry when he came to talk to me about Xander and didn’t immediately try to grope me.
I have to admit, for a 100+-year-old wizard, Jase didn’t look a day over 25. With raven black hair and stunning lavender eyes, he was something of a looker himself. Constant romps with demons and monsters kept him trim, though not as lithe as me. As usual, he wore a long-sleeved purple tunic over a pair of tight blue-jeans and black sneakers. If he wanted to look professional or intimidating, he’d toss on a full robe in royal purple or smoky gray and wave around a staff, but if he was actually working he seemed to like to mix traditional with functional. That, and he said his legs looked sexy in jeans. I wasn’t looking. Honestly.
“’Sup, mate?” I called since we were in my private rooms where I refused to use any of that formal shite I had to choke out in an actual court. The fact that Jase had come to speak to me in private, though, (and the fact that he had yet to so much as mention my bed, which was right beside us) worried me. “Somethin’ the matter?”
“I wanted to talk to you about the creature you brought in this morning.”
“Xander?”
“I think that’s what the fledges called him.”
“Is something wrong with him?”
“No.”
“Eh… then shouldn’t you look more pleased? Hell, what do you look like when the answer’s yes?”
“If there was something wrong, we could fix it. Since we can’t find a problem, though, we won’t be able to fix anything.”
“Alright, maybe it’s my 200-year-old hearing finally starting to go, but just what are we talking about? What is or is not wrong with Xander?”
“There aren’t any spells on him to turn him into a monster. Without a spell to remove, I don’t know what to fix.”
“How about the fangs and the fur? You could start there.”
“The fangs and fur are just a side-effect. There’s a demon soul inside of him causing all this.”
“So yank the sucker out.”
“The last thing I plan to start yanking on right now is a demon soul. Now, if you wanted me to yank some other demon parts on you…”
“We’re not talking about me here, we’re talkin’ about the boy.”
“Right, right.”
“So you can’t get the demon out?”
“It’s too soon to tell. The demon has such strong control over the body right now because of all the boy’s injuries that it’s impossible to tell what else is in there. It might be that there are memories of life as a human in there, like with a vampire, or it could be that the human soul is still completely in tact, like with werewolves. There’s simply no way to know until some of the wounds heal and cognitive powers begin reemerging.”
“So you’re hopin’ he’ll start thinkin’ once his body heals?”
“Basically.”
“So get with the healin’ mojo.”
“It’ll take time.”
“That’s fine. Call me when he comes around.”
“You don’t want to visit him?”
“For what? The whelp’d never even know I was there. Besides, I’m busy bein’ the Big Bad ‘n all. I don’t have time to be thinkin’ about every little runt who got himself into a mess.”
But all I did was think about Xander.
It was crazy, I know. I’d barely paid any notion to him back in the day. We were roommates for a while, and we got on pretty well, but we never really got close enough to be called friends. Out of all the Scoobies, Xander was the only one who never forgot who I was. More than that, he was the only one who never forgot that I was dangerous, and never lost that slight air of nervousness around me. Even when I was helpless to fight against humans, he never treated me like a pet or a charity case. He gave his aid grudgingly and warily because he knew that, even if I wasn’t evil, I was still bad.
Sometimes he was the only one who kept me from going insane. The others saw me as a pet, Buffy saw me as a leech, and the Watcher saw me as a particularly nasty breed of rodent. None of them saw me as a threat, and without Xander’s constant reminders that I was a powerful piece of scary, I probably would have forgotten myself.
So, I think I felt that I owed the little twat. That, and the grudging respect he had won from me with his pure bravery and unparalleled stupidity in the face of danger, made me feel like I really should do something for what used to be the heart of the Scoobies.
Problem was, even with all my power and resources, there really wasn’t anything I could do.
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