Proper Response

Author: DhampyrX2 <princemoon_2000[at]>


Genre: Drabble Fic

Rating: PG

Summary: Just a little drabble of plot bunny I thought I'd put into words. Think of it as a continuation crossover I'd have liked to have seen.

Timeframe: Killed By Death, Season 2

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.

[Original scene text]

Xander: Visiting hours are over.

Angelus: Well, I'm pretty much family.

Xander: Yeah. Why don't you come back during the day? Oh, gee, no, I guess you can't.

Angelus: If I decide to walk into Buffy's room, do you think for one microsecond that you could stop me?

Xander: Maybe not. Maybe that security guard couldn't either. Or those cops... or the orderlies... But I'm kinda curious to find out. You game?

Angelus: Buffy's White Knight. You still love her. It must just eat you up that I got there first.

Xander: You're gonna die. And I'm gonna be there.

Angelus slaps the flowers against Xander's chest.

Angelus: Tell her I stopped by.

{My Text}

Xander glared coldly at the reteating vampire's form. After a few of Angel's mentioned microseconds, he came to a decision. After all, it wasn't like any authority figure in Sunnydale would even care.

"Hey, Angelus." Xander called to the vampire.

Angel paused in his motion, and looked back at the boy, clearly annoyed, but curious about just what the kid had to tell him that would make him risk tempting the vampire to stay and attack.

"I've got one more thing to say to you..." Xander stated emotionlessly.

"And just what is that?" Angel sneered back at him, the mocking scorn oozing from his tone.

As the walking corpse spoke, Xander reached back to the waistband of his jeans, at the small of his back, drew a Glock 9mm pistol, and pointed it at the vampire's unbeating heart.

"And just what do you think that toy will do to a vampire, Harris?" Angel spat with a sick laugh.

"In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen." Xander replied in a deadpan, as he shot the vampire.

The last thing Angelus, one of the four vampires that had comprised the group known as the 'Scourge of Europe', heard as he stared at his decaying chest, unable to comprehend what was going on, was Xander sneering, "And it's Hellsing, Vampire. Not Harris."

The shock never left Angelus' face as he crubled into ashes.

The security, cops, and orderlies, Sunnydale veterans one and all, did the only sensible thing there was to do after one witnessed a teenage boy shoot someone to death in cold blood, then watch as the corpse disintegrated into ash...

They ignored it.

The End