*Grins* Oh Xand...well done.

That was one of the best stories I have read ever... maybe not THE best but one of them. I Love the idea and the great writing ...I missed it back in the day but found it while browsing the dusty attic of this site.

Love it!XXXXX!

Curse you Cord! But you don't deserve to know what happened to Xander... You don't deserve it at all...

Fantastic! :) I like it - especially this part:

Jack whipped a long, wide-bladed hunting knife out of his belt and brandished it an inch and a half from Xander's face.

"Where do you want it?" he grinned evilly.

Xander felt the blood drain from his face. "What?" he breathed.

"Where do you want it?" O'toole repeated.

Xander backed away, fearfully, but Jack followed him with the calm confidence of a predator. "I'm fairly certain I don't want it at all, but, uh, thank you. It's a great knife, though. Although I think, uh, it may technically be a, a sword."

"She's called Katie." O'toole turned it back and forth slightly, watching the light gleam across the surface of the blade with admiration.

"You gave it a girl's name." Xander managed a weak smile. "How very serial killer of you. I think I should be going."

O'toole reached around Xander with the knife and hooked it behind his ear, forcing his head around. Xander felt his knees go weak with terror.

"Are you scared?" O'Toole sneered.

Xander thought he heard another voice echo the very same words. His attention immediately returned to the knife as he felt the tip of it trace along his jaw and up his cheek.

"Would that make you happy?" his voice quavered.

"You're ready to wet your pants, aren't you? You can't stand up to me?" Jack seemed to savor the fear he inspired, "Don't you feel pathetic?" He continued to trace the knife past Xander's mouth, back to his ear and around and down under his chin.

Yes, don't you? The wispy echoing voice sounded again.

"Mostly I feel Katie." He responded fearfully.

"You know what the difference between you and me is?" O'Toole growled angrily.

Xander swallowed nervously. "Again... Katie's springing to mind."

"Fear." Jack told him, his eyes steady and unblinking, "Who has the least fear."

That's not the only difference, the voice sounded again, this time stronger than before. Show him fear, it whispered, teach him what it truly means to be afraid.

"What do you think of that, Dork?" Jack shoved him back against the brick wall, Katie just touching the tender flesh of his neck.

Xander's terror hit a breaking point, transforming somewhere deep in the core of his being into a ball of dark rage. It rose like a column of flame within him, galvanizing him, burning away all else. And the whispering voice exulted.

His face a grimace of fury, he grabbed O'Toole's wrist and squeezed. Crying out, Jack dropped the knife and struggled to escape. But Xander would not release him.

"There's a world of difference between us, Jack." Xander grinned madly, his eyes turned entirely black. "And, right now, fear is one of the small points, I'm thinking." Jack screamed and fought to escape while Xander watched his struggling curiously, a cruel smile playing on his lips. After a few moments, he grew tired of the performance. He slammed the bully against the wall to get his attention.

"Look at me, O'Toole." His voice was deep and threatening, more so than a normal human voice should have been.

Jack's eyes flew open, wide and unblinking and Xander's lips parted in a dark grin. "Look into my eyes, Jack. I want to show you something."

O'Toole's eyes widened even further and his mouth opened in a silent scream. His lips quivered and he began to weep softly. Xander released him and let him slide, whimpering, to the ground where he lay shivering. His pants were drenched with urine. "See you at school tomorrow." Xander chuckled maliciously as he strolled casually down the alleyway.

Very awesome and cool! :)

Keep up your super-neat, very creative and phenomenally brilliant writing! :)

That was dope and took me down memory lane with a twist. Thanks for this.

I loved this story it was so great Xander descent into darkness and how his love for his friends saved brought him out of it and saved the world.

very interesting and creepy.

Oh. My. God. That was one of the best Buffy stories I've ever read. OK, I haven't read THAT many, but I'm pretty certain that this one is one of the best. I like it when Xander gets to be something supernatural, and possession is one of my favourite plotlines. All in all, it was a very good story, and now I really want to read it again!

oh I like funny, dark, good that's all I can say a good story

Micheal donovan?...You're not in voice acting are you? LoL anyways, I noticed I never reviewed this aweseome fic and felt it was needed. This story is GREAT. I wish the buffy writer they have now was as good as you. Maybe we'd get good storylines again. This is one of my favorite Xander stories. It's much better than the original episode it was spawned from. You should write more Xander stories.

It was good, that's all I gotta say...

Great Story, Keep it up!

Great! what can i say it was just an astounding story. I love the character Xander and it was good to find a writer who could give him a little backbone. Please write more fics

Great story...even better than the epi itself! ::grins::