Just a challenge response.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' or 'Charmed'.
Jenny jerked forward at her desk, half asleep after the exertion of restoring Angel’s wayward soul only hours before. It was long past midnight and she was only now that she was regaining consciousness when the sound of chiming bells alerted her to a new presence.
She searched the room for the sound of the disturbance, finding a cluster of black orbs coalescing in the corner, forming the vague shape of a man, no, a boy. A boy that she knew.
“Hi,” Xander Harris waved cheerfully, fully formed as he took a few steps before her, halting to lean against an empty desk, “Jenny Calendar? Janna Kalderash? Which do you prefer?”
“Xander?” She gaped, standing from her seat, “What... what happened to you?”
He grinned, “You did.”
“Y’see,” he continued, moving casually to block the classroom door, “I just had a visit with some dude named ‘Whistler’, not the old guy from 'Blade' by the way, and guess what I just found out?”
Jenny refused to respond as Xander waited for an answer, eventually giving up.
“We’re baseball cards,” he stated, “You, me, Buffy... And the guys upstairs are just bratty little kids trying to get the best collections.”
“Turns out,” he went on idly, weighing his hands like a scale, one side being heavily tipped over the other, “You bringing Angelus back to the side of the Angels tipped the balance. The Evil brat upstairs threw a hissy fit over the Good one stealing his cards. So ‘Good’ had to give ‘Evil’ something to make up for it and somehow I managed to luck out and get picked as a sacrifice.”
“Xander,” Jenny said softly, “I’m sorry, I had no idea...”
“Don’t be sorry, Janna,” Xander shook his head lightly, “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know that Angelus was Evil’s, you just thought that Evil stole him without permission, you thought that you were returning him to where he was supposed to be.”
“No,” Xander chuckled, “I’m not gonna kill you for that. Hell, I wanna thank you. If you hadn’t done that then the brats upstairs wouldn’t have screwed me over and show me exactly how much they care about the world.”
Xander brought his right arm up to bear, a flurry of black lights appearing to coalesce into the form of a dark crossbow, “No, I’m gonna kill you because you’re in my way.
With that Xander fired, the bolt, tipped with a unique brand of venom, flying true, embedding itself into Jenny Calendar’s heart, even as she tried to orb away, just a moment too late to disperse into white light.
“Willow’s mine, Whitelighter,” he spat, as the venom worked its way through the Guardian Angel’s body, bringing it to a painful and final death.
With that, he dispersed into a cloud of black orbs, transporting himself to the top of Kingsman’s Bluff.
Looking out over Sunnydale, Xander breathed deeply. Feeling strong as his mind worked over his plans.
He’d have to return home soon, be there in time to get the call from Willow about Miss C’s death, then he could get to work bringing out the bitch in the witch-in-training. It would take a while, but Willow would be an amazing bad guy, he knew, and once she killed a couple of witches she’d be pretty powerful too.
Maybe he’d kill Giles too. The trauma of losing both of her role models would certainly help him turn Willow, plus, killing old Ripper before he finished balancing out his past misdeeds would be a laugh. Probably stop another Whitelighter from being born too.
He hadn’t yet thought of what he’d do with Cordelia, maybe make some Darklighter babies with her before he left Sunnydale. That would be fun, and he doubted it would be difficult.
And Buffy, he’d have to be careful around her. She’d probably be able to sense him now that he wasn’t exactly normal on the freak-o-meter. Maybe he could convince Willow that he was blaming her for not killing Angelus when she had the chance?
That would give him an excuse to avoid her, plus he could frame Angel for a couple more killings and, with a little luck, no one would even be able to tell that he was back on the side of ‘Good’ for a while. After all, they were hardly going to trust the vampire’s word alone.
Oh yeah, he grinned wickedly, orbing back down into town with a thought. This Darklighter thing was going to be fun.