New Divide
Title: New Divide [Chapter 2/?]
Author: Christie
Pairing: Christie/Vamp!Xander
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,585
Christie’s eyes flashed upwards, locking on the figure standing above her which was the source of the degrading voice. He appeared to be a normal enough man; of course, looks can often be deceiving. Having hung around Xander most of the last half year, she could easily discern a vampire’s aura from that of a normal human being. Most demons and vampires had a certain stench to them that was hard to ignore, as well as an overly confident presence.
This one and his four sidekicks emanated a high amount of that vampire stench, and Christie wrinkled her nose at it as she examined them carefully.
The group leader seemed to be the one who had spoken first. He was average height, with broad shoulders and short, fluffy brown hair that stood up in the front. Brown eyes seemed to glow in the dim light underneath his large forehead. He smirked as he noticed the girl’s eyes wandering along his face and body, trying to read what his intentions were.
“You’re a cute little lady, aren’t you?” She scowled as he took a step closer to her, leaning down so he could get a better look at her. “Oh, look, you’re hurt.”
“Get away from me.” Christie spat, shooting a warning glance to his friends behind him.
“And what are you going to do, slay us? When you’re holding onto your leg for dear life?” He chuckled and struck out at her limb with his hand. She took in a sharp breath at the contact, closing her eyes and mentally cursing herself for her clumsiness.
“Angel, she’s weak, we should just kill her now!” the short, blond vamp to his left exclaimed.
“What are you, stupid? We need her for the plan to work.” Angel’s fist connected with his comrade’s face, sending him flying back a few feet. A growl escaped the others’ mouths as they saw their comrade fall, faces wrinkling into the trademark vampire phase. They sprang towards their leader together, hands meeting his large body all in the same moment, gripping at the cotton fabric of his button-up shirt.
Angel’s face distorted, teeth growing to a point and glinting angrily at his cohorts. The blond he had punted seconds earlier fumbled to his feet, glare burning into the back of his master’s neck as he almost collapsed to the ground once again. He bounded to his feet and launched himself at Angel, almost latching onto the formidable back, but not quite being fast enough. Angel had already detached the others, flinging them effortlessly from himself with his powerful arms. As blondie came at him, he swung around, catching outstretched hands and tossing him to the side into the pile of vampires.
“Jesus, what was all that for, boss?” They moaned in pain, sitting up and rubbing their wounds tenderly as they stared at the suddenly calm again vampire.
“You know, even if we killed her now, he’d come looking. He’d sense that something happened and come back to get revenge.” Angel simply ignored this remark and reverted his gaze back upon the girl.
“What are you guys talking about?” Christie’s voice cracked as she yelled over the bickering men, and she let out a frustrated cough. “Why do you need me? Who is going to sense what?!”
“Hey, boss…are you sure this is even the right chick? I mean, she seems pretty stupid if she doesn’t understand what the hell we’re doing…”
“Why are you even thinking of questioning my authority or my knowledge, underling?” Angel threw a menacing look in the direction of the jumbled mess of vampires, daring them to say another word. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, and he placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of the bridge of his nose. “Why am I always surrounded by idiots…”
“Can somebody just answer my fucking questions?!” A tear slipped down Christie’s cheek, from the pain in her leg and the mental frustration she was feeling. She clenched her eyes shut in an attempt to stop further tears, not wishing to show any more weakness than she already had.
“We’ll explain everything once you’re safe and sound in our home. Sound good, Christie?” Angel murmured sweetly, leaning closely towards her ear. Christie flinched away from him, growing more and more uncomfortable at his presence and wondering how he knew her name. Nobody had mentioned it before, had they? She swallowed the dryness in her throat, thoughts racing, trying to stay calm. Angel placed a hand on her arm, startling her so much she tried to kick out with her injured leg.
“AHH SHI-“ She fired off a stream of curses; curses at Angel, at the discombobulated vampires to her right, at whatever noise had taken Xander blocks away from her, leaving her utterly defenseless and aching from her mind to her body. The group of evildoers watched as she hugged her limb tightly to her body, squirming on the cold concrete in agony. Tired of waiting for a more opportune moment, Angel scooped her up into his muscular arms, being careful of her now swollen leg.
“He’s probably done with the others by now; we should get going.” The vampires jumped to their feet and dusted themselves off, saluting Angel and getting into formation; two in front and two behind, as a sort of defense system.
Christie, as a mere human, wouldn’t have been able to do much of anything to the sturdy vampires on a normal day; add her leg in its current state, and she was quickly fading. Her eyelids became heavy, sweat glistening along her face, and she couldn’t focus on the sky for more than half a second. Every step Angel took was torture, her injury knocking about loosely in the cradle he had made with his arms. Bitter groans of pain escaped between Christie’s parted lips, along with exhausted and burning gasps of breath. There was no breeze to cut the heat blanketing her entire being, and she felt like she was being suffocated by Angel’s brown button-up.
“Christie, did you fall asleep? Wake up.” Angel demanded, eyeing her and carefully listening to her breathing. “Guys, let’s hurry it up a little. She’s developing a fever and I think she…may have just passed out.” The others nodded and their paces quickened, though Angel clutched the limp form closely to his body in an effort to avoid gaining her anymore physical pain.
~~~
When Christie awoke, she was in a dark room with a sliver of sunlight peeking through the black curtain on the window. Her leg was propped and although there were packs of ice surrounding it, it was still on fire, which instantly reminded her of the occurrences of the previous night.
“God, you idiot, just tripping and you pretty much effing break your leg. Wait until Xander hears about this…” She sighed and laid the back of her cool hand against her head, feeling the faint remainders of her fever.
Christie took a moment of the quiet to examine her surroundings more thoroughly, despite the darkness. Directly beside her bed was a small wooden table, stained with a dark hazel color. Atop it sat a lamp, the base made of iron twisted in a complex design. She also noticed framed photos, but the insufficient lighting made it impossible to discern specific features.
Her line of sight slowly swept farther across the room, and she was able to make out the shapes of a child’s chair, a wardrobe separate from the rest of the closet area - presumably for dressier eveningwear and the like, and the window in front of her. The shades were so morbidly black that the room was drenched in a night-like feeling, but the material was parted just enough to allow a bit of sunlight to gently shine through.
Brushing a lock of her tangled brown hair away, she turned her head to the right, towards the door. It stood somewhat ajar, and her ears picked up voices through the crack. They muttered softly enough that she could hardly make out any specifics of the conversation underway, but hearing mentions of her own name and Xander’s made her senses perk up. The door was pushed wider seconds later, however, and she swiftly turned and feigned sleep.
“So, I guess he ashed our guys pretty quick then?”
“He got roughed up a little himself. But yeah, all five down in less than ten minutes.” Angel’s rough voice boomed through the deafening silence that had existed only a few moments before. “Xander’s a tough vamp.”
“Which is why we had to take the girl?”
“Yes, which is why we had to take her.” Angel sounded a touch irritated now, speaking slowly as if he was directing a mentally challenged teenager. “He’s probably already noticed she’s missing - at least, I would hope he’d notice something like that - and within a few hours or a day or two, he’ll be on our doorstep begging on his hands and knees for us to give her back and to not hurt her.”
“Or he could run at us with a bag full of stakes and kill us in an angry rampage…just saying, Boss.”
Angel readied his fist to hit the blond vampire, but realized the first thousand times hadn’t knocked any sense into him either and lowered his arm. Shaking his head in disgust and exasperation, he made his way out the door, leaving the others scrambling after him and Christie staring wide-eyed in the darkness.
Author: Christie
Pairing: Christie/Vamp!Xander
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,585
Christie’s eyes flashed upwards, locking on the figure standing above her which was the source of the degrading voice. He appeared to be a normal enough man; of course, looks can often be deceiving. Having hung around Xander most of the last half year, she could easily discern a vampire’s aura from that of a normal human being. Most demons and vampires had a certain stench to them that was hard to ignore, as well as an overly confident presence.
This one and his four sidekicks emanated a high amount of that vampire stench, and Christie wrinkled her nose at it as she examined them carefully.
The group leader seemed to be the one who had spoken first. He was average height, with broad shoulders and short, fluffy brown hair that stood up in the front. Brown eyes seemed to glow in the dim light underneath his large forehead. He smirked as he noticed the girl’s eyes wandering along his face and body, trying to read what his intentions were.
“You’re a cute little lady, aren’t you?” She scowled as he took a step closer to her, leaning down so he could get a better look at her. “Oh, look, you’re hurt.”
“Get away from me.” Christie spat, shooting a warning glance to his friends behind him.
“And what are you going to do, slay us? When you’re holding onto your leg for dear life?” He chuckled and struck out at her limb with his hand. She took in a sharp breath at the contact, closing her eyes and mentally cursing herself for her clumsiness.
“Angel, she’s weak, we should just kill her now!” the short, blond vamp to his left exclaimed.
“What are you, stupid? We need her for the plan to work.” Angel’s fist connected with his comrade’s face, sending him flying back a few feet. A growl escaped the others’ mouths as they saw their comrade fall, faces wrinkling into the trademark vampire phase. They sprang towards their leader together, hands meeting his large body all in the same moment, gripping at the cotton fabric of his button-up shirt.
Angel’s face distorted, teeth growing to a point and glinting angrily at his cohorts. The blond he had punted seconds earlier fumbled to his feet, glare burning into the back of his master’s neck as he almost collapsed to the ground once again. He bounded to his feet and launched himself at Angel, almost latching onto the formidable back, but not quite being fast enough. Angel had already detached the others, flinging them effortlessly from himself with his powerful arms. As blondie came at him, he swung around, catching outstretched hands and tossing him to the side into the pile of vampires.
“Jesus, what was all that for, boss?” They moaned in pain, sitting up and rubbing their wounds tenderly as they stared at the suddenly calm again vampire.
“You know, even if we killed her now, he’d come looking. He’d sense that something happened and come back to get revenge.” Angel simply ignored this remark and reverted his gaze back upon the girl.
“What are you guys talking about?” Christie’s voice cracked as she yelled over the bickering men, and she let out a frustrated cough. “Why do you need me? Who is going to sense what?!”
“Hey, boss…are you sure this is even the right chick? I mean, she seems pretty stupid if she doesn’t understand what the hell we’re doing…”
“Why are you even thinking of questioning my authority or my knowledge, underling?” Angel threw a menacing look in the direction of the jumbled mess of vampires, daring them to say another word. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, and he placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of the bridge of his nose. “Why am I always surrounded by idiots…”
“Can somebody just answer my fucking questions?!” A tear slipped down Christie’s cheek, from the pain in her leg and the mental frustration she was feeling. She clenched her eyes shut in an attempt to stop further tears, not wishing to show any more weakness than she already had.
“We’ll explain everything once you’re safe and sound in our home. Sound good, Christie?” Angel murmured sweetly, leaning closely towards her ear. Christie flinched away from him, growing more and more uncomfortable at his presence and wondering how he knew her name. Nobody had mentioned it before, had they? She swallowed the dryness in her throat, thoughts racing, trying to stay calm. Angel placed a hand on her arm, startling her so much she tried to kick out with her injured leg.
“AHH SHI-“ She fired off a stream of curses; curses at Angel, at the discombobulated vampires to her right, at whatever noise had taken Xander blocks away from her, leaving her utterly defenseless and aching from her mind to her body. The group of evildoers watched as she hugged her limb tightly to her body, squirming on the cold concrete in agony. Tired of waiting for a more opportune moment, Angel scooped her up into his muscular arms, being careful of her now swollen leg.
“He’s probably done with the others by now; we should get going.” The vampires jumped to their feet and dusted themselves off, saluting Angel and getting into formation; two in front and two behind, as a sort of defense system.
Christie, as a mere human, wouldn’t have been able to do much of anything to the sturdy vampires on a normal day; add her leg in its current state, and she was quickly fading. Her eyelids became heavy, sweat glistening along her face, and she couldn’t focus on the sky for more than half a second. Every step Angel took was torture, her injury knocking about loosely in the cradle he had made with his arms. Bitter groans of pain escaped between Christie’s parted lips, along with exhausted and burning gasps of breath. There was no breeze to cut the heat blanketing her entire being, and she felt like she was being suffocated by Angel’s brown button-up.
“Christie, did you fall asleep? Wake up.” Angel demanded, eyeing her and carefully listening to her breathing. “Guys, let’s hurry it up a little. She’s developing a fever and I think she…may have just passed out.” The others nodded and their paces quickened, though Angel clutched the limp form closely to his body in an effort to avoid gaining her anymore physical pain.
~~~
When Christie awoke, she was in a dark room with a sliver of sunlight peeking through the black curtain on the window. Her leg was propped and although there were packs of ice surrounding it, it was still on fire, which instantly reminded her of the occurrences of the previous night.
“God, you idiot, just tripping and you pretty much effing break your leg. Wait until Xander hears about this…” She sighed and laid the back of her cool hand against her head, feeling the faint remainders of her fever.
Christie took a moment of the quiet to examine her surroundings more thoroughly, despite the darkness. Directly beside her bed was a small wooden table, stained with a dark hazel color. Atop it sat a lamp, the base made of iron twisted in a complex design. She also noticed framed photos, but the insufficient lighting made it impossible to discern specific features.
Her line of sight slowly swept farther across the room, and she was able to make out the shapes of a child’s chair, a wardrobe separate from the rest of the closet area - presumably for dressier eveningwear and the like, and the window in front of her. The shades were so morbidly black that the room was drenched in a night-like feeling, but the material was parted just enough to allow a bit of sunlight to gently shine through.
Brushing a lock of her tangled brown hair away, she turned her head to the right, towards the door. It stood somewhat ajar, and her ears picked up voices through the crack. They muttered softly enough that she could hardly make out any specifics of the conversation underway, but hearing mentions of her own name and Xander’s made her senses perk up. The door was pushed wider seconds later, however, and she swiftly turned and feigned sleep.
“So, I guess he ashed our guys pretty quick then?”
“He got roughed up a little himself. But yeah, all five down in less than ten minutes.” Angel’s rough voice boomed through the deafening silence that had existed only a few moments before. “Xander’s a tough vamp.”
“Which is why we had to take the girl?”
“Yes, which is why we had to take her.” Angel sounded a touch irritated now, speaking slowly as if he was directing a mentally challenged teenager. “He’s probably already noticed she’s missing - at least, I would hope he’d notice something like that - and within a few hours or a day or two, he’ll be on our doorstep begging on his hands and knees for us to give her back and to not hurt her.”
“Or he could run at us with a bag full of stakes and kill us in an angry rampage…just saying, Boss.”
Angel readied his fist to hit the blond vampire, but realized the first thousand times hadn’t knocked any sense into him either and lowered his arm. Shaking his head in disgust and exasperation, he made his way out the door, leaving the others scrambling after him and Christie staring wide-eyed in the darkness.