Title: Demons & Demigods (1/?)

Author: Cyclone

Feedback: Please be gentle.

Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone

Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.

Spoilers: Up to season two of Buffy and anything in the Herc/Xenaverse.

Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Summary: What happens when the divine and demonic collide? Sequel to Divine Interruption.

Author's Note: Yeah, I know, it took me long enough to get to this point. But at least I'm working on it.

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The phone rang.

Kevin Sorbo -- known to a select few as Hercules -- blinked sleepily.

Then bolted out of bed and dashed to the phone.

Only a few people knew this number.



"Xander," Hercules smiled. "What's up?"

//We've got a problem, Herc, a big one.//

The demigod's face fell, and he asked, "What do you need?"

Xander explained, and Hercules felt his blood run cold.

* * *

"Okay," Xander said as he burst back into the library, "I think I've got a line on getting around that 'no weapon forged by man' thing." He looked around. "Still no word on Angel?"

Willow shook her head, "No, no word."

He nodded, "How's Buffy dealing?"

"Not too well," the redhead said.

Xander sighed, "Okay, let's not worry about him for now. We need to come up with a back up plan in case my plan doesn't work." He paused and looked at Willow, then without words, he walked over and engulfed her in a hug. "What's wrong, Will?"

The redhead shuddered, and she suddenly seemed so fragile in his arms. Finally, she said, "What's _not_ wrong, Xander? The world's going to end, Angel's missing, Buffy's going crazy with worry, and you won't even trust me with your great plan!"

"It's not that I don't trust you guys," Xander said. "It's just... you wouldn't believe me if I told you." He sighed, "Will, we still need that backup plan. Maybe some fresh air will help."

"Maybe," she said, unconvinced.

"Hey," Xander stroked her cheek and tentatively kissed her. Their relationship was still on eggshells, and neither was exactly sure where they were going with it. "We'll get through this."

She smiled faintly and nodded, "I think I'm up for that fresh air."

* * *

They were in the hallway, near the exit, when the lights died.

"Shit," Xander murmured. "We've got trouble."


He nodded, "Library."

They turned, but stopped when a familiar voice called their names from behind.

Turning back, Xander smiled, "Angel."

"You're all right," Willow smiled. "Did you see Buffy?"

"Yeah," the vampire said. Looking up, he asked, "What's up with the lights?"

Xander shrugged, "I dunno; they just died. We're trying to figure out a backup plan."

"Not right now," Angel abruptly broke in. "I... I've got something to show you. Xander, get the others."

Xander nodded and turned, "Gotcha."

"Willow," Angel said softly. "Come here."

At that, Xander stopped and slowly turned to face Angel again.

Something wasn't right.

"Don't, Will," he said softly, catching her arm, and the redhead stopped and turned in confusion.

"Willow, Xander, get away from him."

"What?" Willow asked, as she and Xander both looked at Jenny in surprise. The computer teacher held a large cross and was eyeing Angel suspiciously.

"Walk to me," she said.

"I think we should listen to her, Will."

"What are you talking about? It's Ang-..."

Willow was cut off as the vampire suddenly moved and picked them both up by the throat, slamming them against the lockers.

"Angel..." Willow choked out.

"He's not Angel anymore," Jenny said, her voice trembling slightly. "Are you?"

"Angelus," Xander spat.

"Hmm, and everyone said she was the smart one," Angelus nodded disdainfully toward Willow.

A small bundle of screaming energy rushed across the hallway and latched onto the vampire's back, and he dropped the two Slayerettes in surprise, whirling away and trying to dislodge the new combatant.

Finally, he threw the interloper down the hall, the boy's small frame bouncing and sliding across the floor until he finally skidded to a stop at Miss Calendar's feet.

The boy sat up, his head catching under the head of Miss Calendar's skirt, and the gypsy backpedaled, pulling her skirt away from him.

"Ah, sorry about that, Miss Calendar," Jonathan Levinson said, blushing furiously.

Meanwhile, Xander had interposed himself protectively between Angelus and Willow. The vampire lashed out at him, but Xander was ready for it, deflecting the blow and planting his own fist on Angelus's chin, sending the vampire stumbling back for a moment.

*Heh,* Xander thought as he spun and kicked Angelus's side. *Just like sparring with Herc.* Deflecting another blow, he smirked, *Except Herc's stronger.*


"Oof!" Xander fought for air after the blow landed in his solar plexus, and he amended silently, *And Angel's faster...*

The vampire slammed him up against the lockers and hissed into his face, "I've got a message for Buffy."

"Why don't you give it to me yourself?"

Angelus whirled and shook his head, "Well, it's not really the kind of message you tell. It sort of involves finding the bodies of all your friends."

Xander twisted and struck the inside of Angelus's elbow, folding the arm and causing his captor to drop him in surprise. Once free, he rammed his foot into the vampire's crotch and lashed out with a savage chop to the throat.

Angelus backed away, then charged Buffy. Grabbing her and giving her a rough kiss, he said, "The boy's good, I'll give him that. Things are about to get _very_ interesting."

With that, he vanished into the night.

"Xander, are you all right?" Willow asked anxiously.

"Yeah," he replied, "I'm fine. What about you, Buffy? Buffy?"

The Slayer didn't reply.

Xander frowned and shook his head, then turned his gaze on Jonathan, "So, what are _you_ doing here?"

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Author's Postscript:

As you can see, although Xander can hold his own, he still needs to adjust a little for vampire speed (not an issue before, given how dumb the generic vamps are).