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crossoverficTitle: Hunter/Hunted, Chapter 4: Knowledge, Power… Whatever
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vikingprincess and adarkershade_x
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel and X-Men(Comics, main 616 universe)
Main Characters: Angelus, Rogue (het)
Rating: Adult or NC-17 (nudity, language, violence, sexual situations, death)
Spoilers: Through Season 5 of Angel, final episode. None for X-men, though there are Mutant Registration Act and Civil War connections implied, never explicitly stated.
Additional Warnings: NotAHappyFic ™ It's post-Apocalyptic in two senses, and that's never cheerful. There will be character deaths (multiple, in both flashbacks and as the story progresses. IMO, the story’s better if you don’t know ahead of time who has died, or how. If you really want to know so that it doesn’t shock you, you can click for deaths mentioned in this chapter.
ARCHIVING: Please do not ever copy, cut and paste, archive, or otherwise use either my fiction or other posts anywhere without express written permission. You are welcome to link to the entries for recommendation purposes.
Comments: Yes, please. This is pretty ambitious and we’d love to hear from you, to keep us going!
All chapters can be found here.
Summary:
In a post-NFA world, Angel has lost everything: his Shanshu signed away, his friends dead... and his soul gone, worn to nothing but rags that aren’t enough to stop Angelus from rising to take control. Humans are hard to find, most far too fragile to have survived the Apocalypse. But a new breed of prey has emerged from the ashes... or perhaps they were there all along. Mutants. Angelus discovers that prey that fights back just… tastes better.
Nuclear War becomes the final solution of terrified humans, running scared from Homo Superior. Billions die to slaughter a few thousands... civilization will never rise again. But in the ashes of a terrifying new world, Rogue discovers that mutants aren't all that humans should have been fearing, and that demons think mutants are just a little more fun to hunt. Rogue would much rather be the hunter than the hunted.
Previously:
Rogue hit the quick-release catches on her belts with one hand even as she punched Angel's head again, and added a violent kick for good measure.
Angelus yelled in protest as he pin wheeled downward, flipping end over end as he was batted away. He clutched the belt like it was a life line as he forced his body around in the air once more, flailing wildly in an attempt to control his fall. He had but mere seconds to think as the world rushed by him, dark and silent, save for the roaring of the wind.
The vampire gritted his teeth and braced for impact as the ground came rushing up out of the darkness to meet him…
Rogue hovered, her clothing even more tattered and battered after this fight. He didn't scream as he fell away into the darkness. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to, or not. And she couldn't hear the impact of his body... he might be able to jump and fight better than almost anyone she'd seen; certainly better than any of the other demons she'd killed, but the bastard couldn't fly. An Angel without wings, she thought with a certain bitter satisfaction, and pivoted in the air to re-enter his lair. She'd take Jubes' coat, and maybe Cap's shield. For remembrance.
"Bitch," he spat, blood exploding from his mouth to stain the debris-strewn street. He rolled over, cringing as broken bones ground together beneath his battered flesh. Angelus forced his eyes open, watching with anger, and mild amusement, as the mutant flew back into his home.
"You've got so much to learn, pet," Angelus muttered, pulling Rogue's belt nearer to his face. He gave it a deep sniff and grunted, her scent washing over his broken and bloodied body. He slowly forced himself to his feet, swaying unsteadily as the dark world around him still shifted and bent. He slung the belt over his shoulder and stumbled into the shadows.
"Until next time, Rogue…"
Chapter 4: Knowledge, Power… Whatever
Authors:
vikingprincess and adarkershade_xFandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel and X-Men(Comics, main 616 universe)
Main Characters: Angelus, Rogue (het)
Rating: Adult or NC-17 (nudity, language, violence, sexual situations, death)
Spoilers: Through Season 5 of Angel, final episode. None for X-men, though there are Mutant Registration Act and Civil War connections implied, never explicitly stated.
Additional Warnings: NotAHappyFic ™ It's post-Apocalyptic in two senses, and that's never cheerful. There will be character deaths (multiple, in both flashbacks and as the story progresses. IMO, the story’s better if you don’t know ahead of time who has died, or how. If you really want to know so that it doesn’t shock you, you can click for deaths mentioned in this chapter.
ARCHIVING: Please do not ever copy, cut and paste, archive, or otherwise use either my fiction or other posts anywhere without express written permission. You are welcome to link to the entries for recommendation purposes.
Comments: Yes, please. This is pretty ambitious and we’d love to hear from you, to keep us going!
All chapters can be found here.
Summary:
In a post-NFA world, Angel has lost everything: his Shanshu signed away, his friends dead... and his soul gone, worn to nothing but rags that aren’t enough to stop Angelus from rising to take control. Humans are hard to find, most far too fragile to have survived the Apocalypse. But a new breed of prey has emerged from the ashes... or perhaps they were there all along. Mutants. Angelus discovers that prey that fights back just… tastes better.
Nuclear War becomes the final solution of terrified humans, running scared from Homo Superior. Billions die to slaughter a few thousands... civilization will never rise again. But in the ashes of a terrifying new world, Rogue discovers that mutants aren't all that humans should have been fearing, and that demons think mutants are just a little more fun to hunt. Rogue would much rather be the hunter than the hunted.
Previously:
Rogue hit the quick-release catches on her belts with one hand even as she punched Angel's head again, and added a violent kick for good measure.
Angelus yelled in protest as he pin wheeled downward, flipping end over end as he was batted away. He clutched the belt like it was a life line as he forced his body around in the air once more, flailing wildly in an attempt to control his fall. He had but mere seconds to think as the world rushed by him, dark and silent, save for the roaring of the wind.
The vampire gritted his teeth and braced for impact as the ground came rushing up out of the darkness to meet him…
Rogue hovered, her clothing even more tattered and battered after this fight. He didn't scream as he fell away into the darkness. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to, or not. And she couldn't hear the impact of his body... he might be able to jump and fight better than almost anyone she'd seen; certainly better than any of the other demons she'd killed, but the bastard couldn't fly. An Angel without wings, she thought with a certain bitter satisfaction, and pivoted in the air to re-enter his lair. She'd take Jubes' coat, and maybe Cap's shield. For remembrance.
"Bitch," he spat, blood exploding from his mouth to stain the debris-strewn street. He rolled over, cringing as broken bones ground together beneath his battered flesh. Angelus forced his eyes open, watching with anger, and mild amusement, as the mutant flew back into his home.
"You've got so much to learn, pet," Angelus muttered, pulling Rogue's belt nearer to his face. He gave it a deep sniff and grunted, her scent washing over his broken and bloodied body. He slowly forced himself to his feet, swaying unsteadily as the dark world around him still shifted and bent. He slung the belt over his shoulder and stumbled into the shadows.
"Until next time, Rogue…"
Chapter 4: Knowledge, Power… Whatever
