Title: Seeking His Place 3/?
Author: Kate R.
Disclaimer: Own nothing and no one used
herein. The X-men belong to Marvel
Entertainment Group; the Angel
characters belong to Joss Whedon. I'm not
making any money off this so
please don't sue me.
Illyana watched Wesley at dinner. Something about him seemed to call her. Something about him was pure magic.
"What do you think of our new person?" Danielle, Dani, Moonstar said to her. Illyana grinned.
"I think he's a mjor league hottie actually but I feel him. He reeks of power though, a good power. But it's like he'd danced with the devil..."
"Dark Childe..." a voice hissed. Illyana looked over her shoulder and froze. Red eyes stared at her.
"Come home, Dark Childe," the voice hissed. Illyana jumped up from the table and backed off. The eyes followed her.
"Come home to us Dark Childe. Your Master Belasco beckons."
"N-no..." Illyana whispered. By now everyone could see the eyes and the thing they belonged too. It had scales and horns and it leered at her, trying to grab her. There was a rustle of clothing and someone was in front of her suddenly.
"I do believe the young lady said no, Satchin." Wesley said as he pushed Illyana back to her friends. The demon reared back at the use of its name.
"Rather stupid of you to be wearing a collar with our name engraved on it you know. Not smart at all. Of you or your master. I'd leave now before things get ugly."
"You think to stop me from claiming the Dark Childe? Who are you?"
"I am not someone you wanted to be pissed with you. Ask Wolfram and Heart about Angel's Translator. That's who I am."
"Sorcerer," Satchin hissed at Wesley as it backed up. Wesley kept its gaze so it couldn't move anywhere but where he wanted it.
"Leave now, Satchin. I am honestly getting furious with you now. We were having dinner." Wesley said as he reached into his belt for the silver dagger he always carried now. Satchin backed off for a second before it lunged at Illyana. She screamed but then Satchin let out a squawk of agony before falling to floor dead and dissolving into nothing. Wesley picked his dagger up and re-sheathed it after cleaning it on a napkin.
"Silver is anathema to Hell Spawn such as those," Wesley said as he knelt by Illyana to check her over. He muttered a few words and a flare of light preceded wards he set on her.
"There, that should keep them away from you."
"Thank you Mr. Pryce..." she said.
"Wesley," he returned. My name is Wesley. Please use it."
"Okay...Wesley. Thank you."
"You are very welcome," Wesley said as he returned to his seat and picked up his fork. He was still hungry and after some of the things he'd killed, that wasn't enough to put him off eating. Everyone stared at him before resuming his or her places too. Whatever he was, Wesley had just earned their gratitude and respect. He faced Satchin with only one dagger. Xavier watched deciding to keep an eye on this one. He was very powerful in more ways than one.
Driving in the SUV, Giles' tracking crystal suddenly flared to life. Wesley was using magic. It gave a definite area to look in.
"New York," Willow said as she came out of the trance for her locator spell. He's in New York. He just warded someone."
"Next stop, New York," Xander quipped as Giles looked for the fastest way to get there. Wesley was using some kick-ass magic that would attract the supernatural. He would need help when the shit hit the fan.