“Well you know the same cliff notes as everyone else. Oxnard, car trouble, The Fabulous Ladies Night Club, etcetera, etcetera. The truly amazing part of this story begins on my way to the motel after my first night at work. My implanted Army training made me a dishwashing machine, so I left well before sunup and did something unsurprisingly stupid.”
The cemetery between the motel and his new job was big for most cities, but a little smallish for Sunnydale. Xander wasn’t really worried about vamp action though. With a stake in one pocket and a cross in the other he walked step after tired step along the pathway towards his somewhat cozy bed. Maybe it was three years on the Hellmouth, maybe he was so tired he was acting on instinct, maybe in was neither but he did notice the three vamps coming towards him with their game faces on. Xander pulled his cross and stake and started running the other way. Unknown to him was a silent conversation going on between three beings who were watching the scene unfold before him.
‘ Is that human walking through the cemetery alone at night?’
‘ Excuse me but I am human and technically I am alone in the cemetery at night.’
‘ Don’t be silly Orion,’ the human’s companion said in his head. ’You have me and Callie with you.’
“No offense but you’re a 45 pound furry dog and Callie is a sword with an attitude problem.” Orion replied, slipping back into speaking out loud. “So I am the only human out here besides him and those three… wait no they’re vampires.”
‘The boy is running away,’ the voice of the furry dog says in Orion’s head. ’Are we going to help him?’
“Yeah we are,” the young man says, pulling a broadsword out of a beaten up denim trench coat. He flicks the sword on the flat of the blade making a ringing sound. “Callie, wake up we got work to do.” With this the young man runs off towards the three predators and their quarry.
Xander was panicked. While this helped his speed he knew he couldn’t outrun three hungry vamps, or out fight them. Trying to think of a strategy he headed toward a line of tombstones shaped like crosses. He knew this would only slow them down but figured what the hell, he was probably going to die tonight anyway. Running between two headstones he notice two of the vamps running around the right side while the third started to do a flying leap over the line of stones. While airborne however a black blur connected to the crazed vamp at about the ankles causing it to fall face first on a stone cross. Xander winced in sympathy as he turned to face the two other vamps. They quickly started circling him so only one was facing the cross at a time.
Then a voice yelled out behind them, “Ahhh, something’s got my leg.” The female demon turned to look back at her fallen companion. Xander used her distraction to quickly stake her. However as she dusted the third vamp tackled him from behind. Just as Xander felt a scream welling up in his throat, the weight of the vampire lifted off him and he heard the solid thwack of a well placed punch. Rolling over to see who or what had saved him, he saw a young man with a broadsword facing off with the third vamp. The first one was fighting with something that kept him from getting off the tombstone, were he was starting to smoke. A cry of pain brought Xander’s attention back to the fight in front of him. The third vamp had latched his fangs in the mans sword arm, leaving him defenseless. As Xander rushed over to help the swordsman, a yip of pain came from the direction of the graves.
The young man screamed at the first vamp, “YOU HURT MY DOG YOU SON OF A BITCH.” As he literally ripped his arm from the other vamps mouth, taking it’s fangs with him. He ran over to the first vamp and, as it tried to kick him, cut it’s leg off.
“So,” Xander taunted the fangless vamp in front of him, “what ya going to hurt me with now?” The vampire responded by punching him in the face. “Okay, that still works.” Xander said as he dodged a kick and used the demon‘s momentum to trip him. After shoving his stake in it’s heart and watching it dust Xander looked to see if his rescuer needed any help, only to see the last vamp was now a quadriplegic and gagged with it’s own arm. The swordsman picked Xander’s cross up off the ground and pushed it down the vamp’s pants. It started screaming behind it’s gag.
“In the few hours before sunrise I want you to think back on tonight and realize you shouldn’t have hurt my dog.” That was all the man said before turning to check on a furry dog sitting in the street light. Xander walked up behind him to say thanks. “Don’t give me any of your lip,” the man said just as Xander opened his mouth, “what, oh, sorry.”
The man turned to face him. “I was talking to the dog, your welcome, and your name is…?”
“Xander Harris, I graduated from a school built on a hellmouth, and why were you talking to your dog like you expected an answer?”
“Lucas talks to me telepathically, and what is a hellmouth?”
“A mouth to Hell. It draws all sorts of monsters and demons to it. So I guess a talking dog isn’t that strange to m… no it’s still kinda weird.” Xander kneels down towards the dog, “Hi, my names Xander and you must be Lucas. Can you shake.” He says the last part in the goofy voice one reserves for children, pets or miniscule fear demons.
The dog looks over at the man. “He says he can shake but refuses due to the fact you smell like dish soap and vampire dust. Oh, and he would appreciate it if you would never speak to him in that tone of voice again, he’s older than both of us.”
“Okay, okay, do you travel with anyone who has a sense of humor?” The man brandishes his sword. Xander jumps back and cowers a little, “Whoa, I didn’t mean to upset you!”
“What, oh sorry, no,” the young man actually looks a little embarrassed as he replies, “I was answering your question. My sword, Callie, she has a sense of humor.”
“I suppose the sword,”
“Callie.”
“So sorry, I suppose Callie talks in your head too?” The young man nods his assent. You’ve read way too much Mercedes Lackey my friend.”
“Who?”
“Don’t worry about it. You have a place to stay?”
“Not yet.”
“Well you can crash with me tonight, but we’ll have to sneak the dog in. Oh yeah, what’s your name?”
“Orion, and don’t be worried about Lucas. Just tell him your room number and he’ll sneak over to the door while whoever is not looking.”
“Cause he’s smart?” Orion nods, “and he’s telepathic?” Another nod. “You’ve got to tell me your story.
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Xander jumps out of the chair, startling Dawn. “Wait,” she protest, “I want to hear this Orson guys story.”
“Hold on missy,” Xander replies, “I just drunk two diet Dr. Peppers. Nature calls.” Dawn shoots the bathroom door an annoyed look, the quickly refills Xander’s drink and snack bowl. She wanted nothing to come between her and the next segment of the story.
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