By
Sanity_Oasis
Title: White Knight, White Light, Part 1 – And Evil Trembled
Author: Xanfan
Rating: R/NC-17 for violence
Pairing: Xander/Angel
Summary: Xander means more to the Scooby`s than they could possible imagine, and when something
happens to him, chaos ensues. Crossover in future chapters.
Spoilers: Anything in Ats & BtVS is up for grabs, but I have messed with the timeline a bit.
Warnings: CHARCTER DEATH and Violence and slash.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective
owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way
associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is
intended.
Words in Italics indicate thoughts.
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Last Time:
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The last breath left Xander’s body, his heart no longer pumping.
A primal roar filled the air, soon accompanied by another, and screams of emotional agony and grief.
Demons and beasts for miles around shuddered in terror, sure that whatever was making that sound
would bring their end. And many of them were right.
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Angel held Xander’s body in his arms, refusing to let go. Shrugging off words of a coroner and hospital,
he stood, with his boy held tight against him and made his way to the mansion. He took his boy up to the
room they used when they were in town. Angel gently laid his love’s body on the bed and climbed in next
to him, curling around the cooling body.
The other’s followed Angel back to the mansion, watched him climb the stairs to their room. They were
silent, except for the weeping, as he cuddled next to the body of the boy who had been his entire world.
Fred, Dawn and Lorne were elected to stay and watch over Angel, to make sure he didn’t do anything
drastic.
The others, being two ex-watchers, two slayers, an ex-vengeance demon, a street-fighter, a seer, a
vampire and two seriously brassed off witches, went into the night, intent on causing destruction to the
monsters that inhabited the darkness. And they did.
They found several nests of vampires and various demons. They left nothing behind.
Giles stopped trying to be the strong father figure/emotional rock and let Ripper out. And Ripper was
just as enraged and devastated as Giles. Xander had been his son in every way but blood. So, blood
would flow tonight, to make up for it. His battle ax hacked through the evil he faced, leaving ruin in its
wake.
Wesley stopped being the responsible, sensitive one and became the rogue demon hunter he once
claimed to be. He embraced the loyalty and love Xander had always shown his friends, and channeled it
into fury. Many demons fell that night to a man they would have overlooked, mere hours before.
Buffy and Faith cut down anything that stepped in their path. They had both been loved and befriended
by a boy who had gotten little but pain and ridicule back, their regret over their own unthinking behavior
towards Xander, turned to wrath. No weapons were needed, as heads were ripped off and hearts were
ripped out. Two pretty surefire ways to kill most anything. They expressed their intense grief and rage in
the violence, reveling in it, taking comfort from it.
Anya’s confusion and bewilderment at the loss of her ex-boyfriend, the first friend she had ever had, was
set aside, as she embraced the rage that the other’s felt. She had tormented and tortured men for over
eleven-hundred years; she used every bit of that knowledge to good use. Not many things that had
been considered male before that night, would have been seen as such, afterwards.
Luckily, for them, they were killed before the true horror of their “personal” loss could be realized.
Because, as Anya aimed for the “manhood”, Gunn followed her, aiming for the head or heart, venting
his anger while ending their suffering at the same time. He was as angered and saddened at the loss of
his close friend as the rest, but some thing’s, a man just didn’t want to see.
Cordelia used all her anger at the loss of the first person to ever really love her, and every ounce of
training Angel had given her, to decimate whatever dared challenge her. Oh, and the sword he had also
given her, helped too.
And Spike, he reveled in the violence he perpetrated that night. Loved every ripped out throat and
every torn off limb. He had seriously hoped it would assuage the grief he felt at the loss of his friend and
mate to his sire. But, even bathed in the blood of his enemy, he couldn’t find relief from that distressing
feeling.
Willow’s grief was something so encompassing, it had to be set aside to make way for the pure rage that
followed. Rage, that had any vampires or demons survived the encounter to tell the tale, would have
been described as a black magical energy that manifested itself in sparks of electricity shooting from her
hands and burning all it touched. Some would have said they saw her eyes and hair turn black, again,
had they survived. You would think she would have been the scariest off all.
You’d think that, wouldn’t you? You would be wrong.
The scariest things those demons and vampires faced that night, was Tara. It wasn’t that she was
enraged, she was. It wasn’t that she was overcome with grief, she was. Xander had been the first to
befriend her, besides Willow. They had discovered they were kindred spirits, alike in many ways, some,
too painful to speak of. They were also both pure souls, despite the ugliness they had faced or had
been inflicted upon them, they were goodness and light. When Xander died, that purity leaked into the
world. And Tara took it back, channeling it and her own purity and white magic, into a powerful light. She
glowed with this light, and after protecting Spike with a quick spell, unleashed the light on all that stood
against Xander’s warriors. Why protect Spike? Because demons cannot bear The Light, it`s purity,
burning evil at it`s touch, at it`s very sight.
So yeah, for demons that night, Tara was the scariest thing they had ever seen. Because what is scarier
to evil, than pure goodness?
Everything that has not been destroyed by the ire of all the other warriors, was eliminated by Tara’s
light. Evil ran so hard and so fast, that even The Hellmouth could not stand against the light, falling in
itself, sealing the doorway forever.
Only passive demons, good demons, demons with souls, or demons protected by a badass witch,
survived, that night in Sunnydale.
Part 2
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