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crossoverficTitle: Hunter/Hunted, Chapter 5A: Apocalypse Moon
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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 explicitly mentioned in this chapter.
Comments: Yes, please. This is pretty ambitious and we’d love to hear from you, to keep us going!
Thanks tojaq_of_spades for the chapter title, from a comment she made on Chapter 1.
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:
With a frown Angel upended the entire belt, dumping the contents into his lap. Playing cards? Why the fuck is she carrying around cards?
Wiping his hands clean on the tattered couch, Angelus picked up either card and flipped them over. He stared dumbly at the Jack of Spades and the Queen of Hearts. There was only one reason she'd carry around something so small and trivial with her… it was the same reason that he still wore the bracelet of intertwined blonde and red hair around his left wrist…
A deep snarl slid past the vampire's lips, unbidden and unexpected as the feelings of jealousy that welled up in his being. She was his; his to fight… his to drink and fuck and kill... Rogue belonged to him...
The mutant had mentioned a name whilst she sobbed, before they fought in his lair.
Remy.
He sneered and started to crumple the cards, so small and insignificant in his hands, but stopped short. She wasn't calling out to him... she was crying for him!
Wicked elation surged in what was left of his soul. Either this Remy guy was dead, or worlds away, it really didn't matter... Rogue was there, and he could… would… find her again.
The vampire took meticulous care as he placed all of the items back in their respective pouches, careful not to ruin, or break, or bend anything. He left the blood on poor little Jubilee's face though, a wicked punch line to a rather unpleasant joke.
Angelus stood and cut his eyes to the window.
"I'm coming for you..."
*
Rogue didn’t know if she thought it was lucky or not, that there were plenty of canned foods in the supermarket; plenty of powdered milk, plenty of everything packaged, despite the despoilment of some small toothed vermin, who’d left evidence of their depredations in tiny toothmarks along cardboard boxes and plastic packages, bright with the colors of a world that would never come again. Dully, as she assembled something resembling food to fuel her body, her seventh sense twanged. Angel was holed up somewhere near his serial-killer lair, not moving. Just like her. Easy enough to keep track of him, with the powers she’d absorbed –stolen— from Carol Danvers so long ago.
She would eat. She would rest. She would mourn, probably again and again.
And then she would go to Angel, and then she would kill him.
Chapter 5: Apocalypse Moon
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 explicitly mentioned in this chapter.
Comments: Yes, please. This is pretty ambitious and we’d love to hear from you, to keep us going!
Thanks to
jaq_of_spades for the chapter title, from a comment she made on Chapter 1.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:
With a frown Angel upended the entire belt, dumping the contents into his lap. Playing cards? Why the fuck is she carrying around cards?
Wiping his hands clean on the tattered couch, Angelus picked up either card and flipped them over. He stared dumbly at the Jack of Spades and the Queen of Hearts. There was only one reason she'd carry around something so small and trivial with her… it was the same reason that he still wore the bracelet of intertwined blonde and red hair around his left wrist…
A deep snarl slid past the vampire's lips, unbidden and unexpected as the feelings of jealousy that welled up in his being. She was his; his to fight… his to drink and fuck and kill... Rogue belonged to him...
The mutant had mentioned a name whilst she sobbed, before they fought in his lair.
Remy.
He sneered and started to crumple the cards, so small and insignificant in his hands, but stopped short. She wasn't calling out to him... she was crying for him!
Wicked elation surged in what was left of his soul. Either this Remy guy was dead, or worlds away, it really didn't matter... Rogue was there, and he could… would… find her again.
The vampire took meticulous care as he placed all of the items back in their respective pouches, careful not to ruin, or break, or bend anything. He left the blood on poor little Jubilee's face though, a wicked punch line to a rather unpleasant joke.
Angelus stood and cut his eyes to the window.
"I'm coming for you..."
*
Rogue didn’t know if she thought it was lucky or not, that there were plenty of canned foods in the supermarket; plenty of powdered milk, plenty of everything packaged, despite the despoilment of some small toothed vermin, who’d left evidence of their depredations in tiny toothmarks along cardboard boxes and plastic packages, bright with the colors of a world that would never come again. Dully, as she assembled something resembling food to fuel her body, her seventh sense twanged. Angel was holed up somewhere near his serial-killer lair, not moving. Just like her. Easy enough to keep track of him, with the powers she’d absorbed –stolen— from Carol Danvers so long ago.
She would eat. She would rest. She would mourn, probably again and again.
And then she would go to Angel, and then she would kill him.
Chapter 5: Apocalypse Moon
