January drabbles: Xander
Jan. 19th, 2007 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beer_good_foamy19th. Trying to atone for yesterday's ClemPorn... by killing Xander! Mwahaha!
Title: Three Ways Xander Doesn't Die (Or Lives Forever)
Author: Beer Good (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG13
Character: Xander
Warning: Character death (duh)
Word count: 3x100
Yellow Lights Mean Slow Down, Not Speed Up (The Harvest)
Cordelia shrugs; Willow left The Bronze with "some guy". Xander searches all night, and finally finds her outside the cemetary; pale, still, lifeless. "Will... please... wake up..." He shakes her, hot tears on his cheeks, doesn't dare check her pulse, refuses to feel how cold she is (just hypothermia, just dew, she's NOT...) "WILL!"
"Xander...?" Weakly, green eyes flutter open.
"Oh thank God..." He hugs her. "Don't EVER scare me like that again! Are you OK?"
"F-fine... Just really..."
"Cold?"
"Hungry." Suddenly her eyes are yellow and she's on him and there's teeth and pain and then... blood.
He drinks.
I'm Not Able, I'm Just Cain (Primeval)
As they sprint through the battle in the Inititive, they're just a little bit too slow. A panicking soldier has his gun on automatic, Buffy doesn't duck in time, takes four or five hits and goes down; Willow instinctively runs to her, and another bullet spills those oh-so-clever brains on the concrete. Xander stares, then screams and turns his blaster on the soldier, frying him to a crisp. But he's one against many.
Later, Adam discards his bullet-riddled torso, but his hands and eyes make an excellent addition to the hybrid army that slowly takes over the world.
Many Years From Now (Future)
"In other news, best-selling novelist Alexander Harris passed away today after suffering an apparent heart attack in his sleep. Mr Harris is mostly remembered for his Pulitzer Prize-winning 2036 novel Heart And Soul Long, and for his allegedly autobiographical horror novel The One Who Got Out, both of which were successful 3D motion picture experiences and still play regularly all over the world. In a recent interview, he spoke of his 'wild youth' and of the importance of learning from experience. He leaves behind his wife Anya, their two children and five grandchildren. Alexander Harris was 83 years old."
Title: Three Ways Xander Doesn't Die (Or Lives Forever)
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)Rating: PG13
Character: Xander
Warning: Character death (duh)
Word count: 3x100
Yellow Lights Mean Slow Down, Not Speed Up (The Harvest)
Cordelia shrugs; Willow left The Bronze with "some guy". Xander searches all night, and finally finds her outside the cemetary; pale, still, lifeless. "Will... please... wake up..." He shakes her, hot tears on his cheeks, doesn't dare check her pulse, refuses to feel how cold she is (just hypothermia, just dew, she's NOT...) "WILL!"
"Xander...?" Weakly, green eyes flutter open.
"Oh thank God..." He hugs her. "Don't EVER scare me like that again! Are you OK?"
"F-fine... Just really..."
"Cold?"
"Hungry." Suddenly her eyes are yellow and she's on him and there's teeth and pain and then... blood.
He drinks.
I'm Not Able, I'm Just Cain (Primeval)
As they sprint through the battle in the Inititive, they're just a little bit too slow. A panicking soldier has his gun on automatic, Buffy doesn't duck in time, takes four or five hits and goes down; Willow instinctively runs to her, and another bullet spills those oh-so-clever brains on the concrete. Xander stares, then screams and turns his blaster on the soldier, frying him to a crisp. But he's one against many.
Later, Adam discards his bullet-riddled torso, but his hands and eyes make an excellent addition to the hybrid army that slowly takes over the world.
Many Years From Now (Future)
"In other news, best-selling novelist Alexander Harris passed away today after suffering an apparent heart attack in his sleep. Mr Harris is mostly remembered for his Pulitzer Prize-winning 2036 novel Heart And Soul Long, and for his allegedly autobiographical horror novel The One Who Got Out, both of which were successful 3D motion picture experiences and still play regularly all over the world. In a recent interview, he spoke of his 'wild youth' and of the importance of learning from experience. He leaves behind his wife Anya, their two children and five grandchildren. Alexander Harris was 83 years old."
