Fighting Spirits

Story: Fighting Spirits

Chapter: 1. The Truth Unfolds

Pending Pairings WITHIN the story (not the chapter, the story): Bella/Xander (both OCs), Max/Alex and Original Cindy/? (I’m thinking about it)

Chapter Rating: NC-17

Sexual Contents: I know I added a lot, and that is because I’m planning to put them to good use, DUH! Here, there is just hetero-sex, fingering and a little torture, depends on how you think of it…

Disclaimer: Dark Angel doesn’t belong to me, but if it did, it might have lasted more than two season’s lol and don’t worry, not getting any profit from this, duuuh.


Author’s Note: Okay, I’ve had this fic (at least a part of it) just lying there in my notebook and I couldn’t fight the temptation to finish the first chapter at least. It was going to be just six pages, but it turned out to be nine. Don’t get us to it lol I wanted to post it in FF.net, unfortunately, no adult stories there, so my friend convinced me to post it on both except the other one has the sex scene edited out (It hurt my very soul, owie) Needless to say, I’m a big Dark Angel fan, watched the reruns on Sci Fi, I love a woman that kicks butt. Unfortunately, no Max in this chapter, and boy will you hate me when you read the second chapter, in which she will undoubtedly appear, I promise you that. I do present an Original Character, don’t know if she turned out like a Mary Sue, if so, don’t be afraid to aim your guns and shoot me, hell I’ll help you, but I just wrote this as it flowed, so I’m not even going to bother over analyzing because when I do that, things suck more, for me at least. If any of you guess who Xander is cloned from… I don’t know, I’ll offer you an imaginary fake prize? LOL Best I can do people, best I can do.


Bella’s POV


I looked in the mirror one last time. I could barely recognize myself anymore. It has been two years since the transgenics vs. humans’ war begun. There were people killing transgenics and vice versa, but there was hardly anything done about it. The president knew better than to launch an official war against people he knew he couldn’t beat. He actually had the rare courage of accepting them as human beings, but it wasn’t that big of a change. It was like in the 20th century, the age that no one speaks of, and little have knowledge of, when races like the whites and blacks were at a silent war with groups like the KKK. They were segregated. That’s where I come in. Bella Menard, the daughter of a French Ambassador. I was running for vice-president of the United States. I found it funny, to be honest, I always hated my father’s position in politics. I knew how corrupt he was and how corrupt all of it was, but then suddenly it hit me. If I knew what was rotten, couldn’t I try to throw it away?

“Bell, you’re on in five” said Heather, a petite, but strong looking young woman. I smiled as I turned around. She had her hair loose, which wasn’t common for her since she used it to hide a certain something, reaching just below her shoulders. Her hair was so dark it usually brought attention to her exceptional bright eyes, but she usually wore shades to hide them, but not from me.

“How do I look?” I asked. She eyed me from head to toe.

“Was Xander here?” she asked. My face became flushed for a moment.

“No!” I exclaimed quickly after collecting myself.

“Your hair looks like he was. Sit” she said. I sat on the small chair in front of the mirror. She combed my golden hair back and let my bangs fall neatly on my cheek while she used the rest to make it into a bun. “Now you look like a politician. Are you going to use your reading glasses?” she asked.

“I guess” I said taking it from my bag and putting them on. She smiled.


“Now you look great.” She started circling me and judging my appearance. Usually I would complain, but this was Heather, I respected her opinion even if it hurt. “The skirt is not too long, blazer is dust free, the blouse is actually white, and stain free… Oh!” she said as she looked inside her bag, pulled out a little lilac flower and pinned it on my blazer. “It’ll bring some life into the black and white things, plus it matches your eyes” she said with a grin. Suddenly someone knocked.

“We’re ready for you, Senator Menard.” A voice said. I still hadn’t gotten used to that title.

“I’ll be right out” I said.

“Let’s go. Relax, I’ll keep an eye out for snipers” she said. I sighed as we walked out the door.

“And you want me to relax?” I asked. I didn’t like the idea of snipers. Transgenics and humans had both tried to defend themselves, to speak to the public and the majority of cases died by snipers from both side of the arena. Before I stepped on the stage I felt someone rush by me and put something in my hand. I looked at the butterfly pin before putting it on my hair. I smiled, all worries inside of me where officially gone. Xander was here.


Heather’s POV


I scanned the crowd as soon as Bell stepped into the stage. “Xander, I know you’re there” I whispered.

“Hey, how’s she doing?” he asked. I knew he was behind me, but my eyes stayed focused on the crowd.

“She misses you” I said plainly.

“I eliminated the Conels” he said.

“Remind me never to get on your bad side” I said with a grin.

“Take care of Bell and you never will” he said.

“On that note, here’s your ear piece. There are five guys with guns in the crowd and two on each balcony. Let’s get to work, shall we?” I asked. He took the ear piece and left.


Bella’s POV


“This country knows that it is unsafe for any child to go to school with these transgenics. It’s irresponsible to allow such a thing.” He said.

“Senator Davies, I ask you to please open your eyes. The school system that exists today is full of delinquents, human delinquents. How do you deal with them? Do you stone them to death or chase them out of the school? No, you don’t, you discipline them with the common rights of a human being and that is all I am asking for with the transgenics. Last week, a teacher raped a student, last month a student beat another student to death and guess what? They were not transgenics. Yes, some transgenics are a threat to us, but just know that so are humans. The same thing transgenics can do, humanity is capable of, and could it be humans are jealous of a power and strength that they do not share?” I asked looking at him straight in the eyes. The crowd was eating it up.

“She has an excellent point, Senator”

“Shut up, Charlie” he said and the host chuckled.

“Humans aren’t super strong or have abilities that facilitate crime”

“No, but you have guns, bombs, thieving tools, aren’t those items that facilitate crime?” I asked, he scoffed, but I went on, “Think about it. All I am asking is for transgenics’ to have equal rights” he tried to argue but I spoke over him, “They deserve it or did you forget who created them? Humans just like you and me. ‘Harmless Honorable Humans’ as you identify them, created them as weapons for military intentions. I’ve read your interviews, you call them monsters, but are you familiar with the story of Frankenstein?”

“Please, don’t”


“Let her tell it, Senator. You’ve been bashing her for a long time, now it’s her turn” said Charlie. The crowd cheered.

“He was created by a mad scientist from different body parts. He was really a sight to behold. The villagers regarded him as a monster, but he wasn’t. He didn’t even know what he was. He didn’t ask to be created. He had a kind heart and once the villagers killed him, they became the monsters. What is it that you want to do with this country? Turn us into monsters? The transgenics deserve a life of their own and we should grant it to them.” I said.

“That’s easy to say coming from someone who has lived far away from the transgenic madness. Tell me, have you ever even met one?” he asked. I flinched. That wasn’t the first time I heard that questions, and in my heart I knew the answer I wanted to give. This is why I hated my family’s status. My father was a French ambassador and my mother was an American Senator’s wife. I have lived in the lap of luxury and politics. I looked into the crowd that seemed to be stunned by my sudden silence and I noticed Xander looking at me with curious eyes. I was choking, something I wasn’t known for. “Cat got your tongue?” he asked tauntingly.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Senator Davies, cats are graceful, a quality which you obviously lack” that brought a cheer at least, “I will answer a question. I did meet a transgenic once. He was sent to kill my stepfather, orders from harmless honorable humans like us, but he didn’t do it. He spared our lives and I married him” I said coolly. If I could have taken a picture of Senator Davies’ face, it would have been perfect. The audience was silent, but Charlie extended his hand to my shoulder, dragging his chair close to my seat.

“Oh well, there goes my idea of asking you out for dinner. Well, that’s all the time we have for tonight folks. I’ll see you tomorrow night, and I promise, Senator Davies will have unfrozen by then” he said with a grin. I smiled nervously, realizing the weight of my actions, as we stepped off the stage. Charlie shook my hand. “I’d ask to meet the lucky man, but I doubt now will be a good time. Senator Russell will win the election. They’ll have to pass the legislation eventually, by then you’ll be in office” he said giving me a light hug. I shrugged.


“I’m thinking of stepping down” I whispered. He caught my whisper and held me closer, this time to whisper with anyone hearing.

“My advice, wait until you win the election. With this stunt, you’re Russell’s golden ticket to the chocolate white house factory” he said moving away from me with a smile.

“Maybe” I said with a light smile as I noticed Heather handling the cellphone which I had already heard ring twice.

“I have to ask, does Senator English know?” he asked crossing his arms, ignoring the weird stares I was getting from the crew.

“No one knew Charlie, not even my mother” I said feeling the guilt flow into my veins.

“Ouch. You shouldn’t have said it on live T.V. Well, if you need anything, Heather has my emergency number. Good luck” he said. I smiled as I watched him leave. Charlie was the most famous T.V. show host in the U.S.A. He was handsome, smart, and funny and a transgenic, but not a lot of people knew the last part, barely a handful.

“As much as I respect you, I have to admit that was a ballsy move. They will be on your ass from now on.” she said glaring at the crew who stared at us, who could not see her eyes, but feel her glare.

“Oh well, look at the bright side, I’ll least I’ll be able to wear my wedding ring now.” I said drawing it from my front pocket and putting it on.

“Cute. Look, Xander is waiting in your dressing room, I’ll keep an eye out” she said.

“Thanks” I said as we both walked quietly to my dressing room. I took a deep breath before touching the door handle.

“Relax, he’s probably happier about it than you are” she whispered. I gave her half a smile, he probably was happy, but he’d be worried at the same time. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me. It was empty.

“Xander?”I asked fearfully. “Xander?” I hissed.


“You didn’t have to do that” he said. I gasped, put my hand over my chest and smiled before turning around.

“Shouldn’t, couldn’t, did it. It doesn’t matter anymore”

“Heather is pissed” he said crossing his arms.

“She hides it well. How about you? How are you feeling?” I asked putting my arms behind my back. It was always like this, from the first time we met, our bodies spoke just as well as our mouths.

“I can’t be angry with you” he said laying his back on the door.

“That’s disappointing” I said walking backwards, but never turning from him. I stopped once I felt the bureau hit me gently and I sat on it. We stayed like that for a moment, just staring at each other. We could feel our bodies try to pull themselves together like magnets, but we stayed still, Xander with his arms crossed and me with my hands holding on to the bureau trying not to run to him. It was a challenge, who’d break first. Then, in a split second, it didn’t matter; we both sprinted towards each other. He took my face with his hands and pulled me to his lips before I could even wrap my arms around his neck. We breathed into each other, we were each other’s oxygen supply, we kissed hungrily as he grabbed me by my buttocks, I wrapped my legs around him without thought as he pushed me against the mirror. I moaned feeling the bulge within his pants. Finally, we stopped kissing and were breathing heavily.

“I miss you” he whispered kissing my neck as he unbuttoned my blouse and almost ripped off my bra. I smiled closing my eyes.

“I noticed” I said as I let my hand rub the bulge within his pants, he groaned. I passed my fingers through his blonde soft loose hair as he dug his face between my breasts. I could feel him biting them tauntingly, and then harshly causing me to flinch. I quickly directed my hands to unbutton his pants, but he stopped me, pinning my hands with his as he looked intensively at me, his dark brown eyes burying themselves into me as he pulled his shirt over his head letting me admire his hairless chiseled chest. He circled his tongue around my erect nipple, pinching it tauntingly while looking at my ecstasy filled face. He loved to taunt me, to play with me when we made love; he’d force me to cum many times before he came into me. I loved him for it. He let his free hand explore my body, caressing my skin, the diminutive curves of my hips until finally I knew what he wanted. I wrapped my legs around him again, he let me put my arms around his neck this time and I took advantage of it by kissing his neck repeatedly. It allowed him to unzip the back of my skirt and pull it down along with my underwear, but it wasn’t enough. He pushed me against the mirror again, but gently as he pulled off the skirt and underwear, pinning my hands against the mirror again. I groaned, making him smile.


“Let’s see how much you missed me” he whispered as his eyes glittered. I knew he’d find his own answer soon. I groaned as I felt his fingers explore my already wet and burning cunt. I bit my lip as he teased my clit, pinching it lightly before pushing his fingers into me, I thrust my hips forward, but he only pushed them back as he enjoyed toying with me. He moved his fingers skillfully, using two was just enough to drive me to the edge; he was preparing me for him, which was something that made me see him as a gentle man since I had a lot to prepare for. I started whining as his pace went quicker; I could already feel it build. He covered my mouth with his, slowing down the pace of his fingers to make the feeling last. Tease. I made sure to bite his lip before he drew back. To my surprise, I drew blood, but he didn’t mind. It just made him quicken the speed of his fingers as my whimpers became louder and frequent. He finally let go of my arms, but I didn’t move them from where he pushed them as I kept my eyes closed feeling the tension build, suddenly I came with a scream after feeling him push his member inside of me completely. He pulled me off the bureau and managed to let himself fall back without crushing my legs in the process. The room was mildly spinning.

“God, Xander” I muttered as he forced movements from me by placing his hands on my hips. I did move, but I was having trouble collecting myself from his surprise push into me.

“Come on, you last longer than this” he whispered. I flashed my eyes open and gave him a grin. I could almost see two of him, but if he wanted me to move, I would move. I took his hands off my hips and used them as support to move. I could feel my cunt burn with the friction of our movements, no matter how well my cum lubricated his cock, it was still too large, but I knew better than to try to stop. He let go of my hands to cup my butt cheeks, squeezing them as I tried to keep my movements without collapsing. I felt another orgasm build, and I knew he was still far off.


Xander’s POV


I could feel her melting under my touch. She was so delicate, so tender, yet so strong willed. She wouldn’t stop, not even if her heart slowed done, she’d die before she’d stop. I lover her for it. I could feel her trembling as she kept moving with circular movements, then up and down, trying to keep her balance as she did all this. I could feel her muscles tensing up, I could feel it before she could, I was sure and just then I did it again. I lifted her up enough just so the tip could be in then pushed her down with an enormous amount of force. She screamed again and this time I did my best to cover her mouth to muffle it. She whimpered as I pulled myself up to kiss her. I turned her over, this time I’d be on top. She wrapped her legs around me as I pulled my pants from the corner of the floor, trying to wrap it in a bundle to put it under hear head. She smiled, barely keeping her eyes open, as she pulled me into a soft warm kiss. I let the kiss last as much as she wanted, moving every so slowly, feeling her groan with every small movement I made. This would have to be the last one, for her good. I broke the kiss, letting my cock welcome any orgasm that loomed near. I could usually last longer than this with some control, but I didn’t need to. I loved seeing her squirm as she scratched at my chest, pulled me tighter to her, making it slightly difficult to move, but I managed just fine.

“Do it, Xander, please, cum, please, Xander” she moaned, pleading me.

“I’m almost there… wait, I’m almost there” I said pushing myself inside of her over and over again until I felt her tense up again, I was still a bit far from it. She whimpered, this time I noticed a tear, as I felt her close around my cock, making me come close to my own orgasm. “That’s it, cum Bella, do it, cum!” I moaned through gritted teeth as I pounded her harder than before. She bit her lip as she finally came, trying not to collapse as I kept thrusting myself into her. I felt my orgasm reach its peak, the sack of my testicles ready to draw and fire into her an endless stream of my cum. I let a long moan letting her know I was coming, with one long thrust I came inside of her, some of the liquid flowing outside of her. I collapsed besides her breathing heavily next to her. Once I noticed her breathing soften I stole a glance at her and grinned. She fell asleep. This happened often after we had sex, not that I complained. I walked to the door and talked through it, knowing Heather would hear me. “Need a towel, bottle of water and a robe” I said. I waited for five minutes when she knocked lightly on the door and gave me the goods.


I was already dressed when I wet the towel and started cleaning her off softly. She was like a child to me sometimes. To me she was still the sixteen year old nerd who blossomed into a beautiful flower. We had been married for officially eight years. I knew Bella was exceptional for many reasons, especially since there aren’t many seventeen year old girls willing to marry a transgenic who kills people and has to keep everything a secret. “Bella” I whispered as I brushed the blonde strands of hair off her face. I pulled her up telling her to stand, which she did, and I knew she wouldn’t remember this tomorrow morning as I put on her robe, she lied her head on my chest weakly as I lifted her up and carried her. “You can come in now Heather” I said. Heather came in and closed the door behind her, then took off her shades. Her eyes looked judgmental.


“Next time you’re going to make me wait nearly half an hour, let me know. You’re lucky Charlie’s a friend or else this would’ve ended up in the news somehow” she said picking up Bella’s clothes.

“What have you heard?” I asked looking at the tired expression on her face.

“Her father called three times” she said tiredly.

“Angry?” I asked knowing she meant her stepfather, the only man that had actually raised her.

“Let’s see, he screamed at my ear saying how dare I keep such a thing from them, that Bella is lucky her mother doesn’t have a heart condition, but her mom is still laying down unable to breathe properly and that she just made a move to kill her career as a future anything” she said with an eerie smile.

“I’d call that angry” I said surprised, knowing her father to be a usually pleasant man.

“How’d you act if you knew your only daughter who is merely twenty five ran for vice president, defending transgenics, participating in a silent secret war, risking her life, and oh by the way mom, dad, I married one” she said sarcastically almost hitting the exact note which Bella always used in tense situations which was a tone only dogs could hear.

“Hmm… got it” I said as I watched her put her shades back on again, call the driver through the cell so he could pick us by the back of the building. “So, what do you think?” I asked curiously as we made it into the stairs, elevators were not an option with Heather. I looked at the slumbering Bella making sure she was asleep. She could sleep through an Apocalypse.


“My opinion? I already told her, partially. She has balls. Gigantic. Maybe bigger than yours, although judging from the wait, I’d have to measure” she said with a light chuckle. I was used to her strange transitions between seriousness and jokes, all with fancy words. “I only have one worry in my head” she finally confessed as she opened the door for me. I placed Bella in the limousine, lifting her head and resting it on my lap.

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“After tonight, we’re going to have to be extra careful, she might made some new friends or new enemies, whatever the case, we really have to watch it now… but looking on the bright side, it makes our lives more interesting” she said with a chuckle. “Johnny, to the hotel please, and don’t rush it” she said taking a pillow on the corner and laying her head on it. Strangely enough, I wasn’t tired.

I put my arm on Bella’s shoulder. Our union was a strange one…


~*~*~Flashback (Told in Xander’s point of view)~*~*~


It wasn’t the first time I was sent on an assignment. I was good at my job. Retrieve information; kill the mark and anyone involved. I did sleep with some of the women involved, sometimes a daughter, a niece, a maid or a wife. It wasn’t hard for me. I was better, if not equal, to the X-5 I was cloned from. I was obedient, to an extent at least, since I did ignore orders at times to go my own way, nothing drastic though. I’d go on little adventures by myself, or with the women I had met during the missions, but I never got attached, until I met Bella. She wore thick glasses when I met her, braces and always had her nose in a book. I never even gave her a second glance, at least, not the sexual way. I spent two months as the gardener, contemplating on screwing the maid who was very interested, but Bella was always looking at me. Every time I looked at her she’d be reading, but I could still feel her looking at me when she thought I was unaware of it.


I was spying around the house, empty because they had left to some political banquet, when I passed by her room. I was curious as I stepped in to see books clattered on the floor, I saw a table full of glass figurines, horses most of them, except one that had a horn. I sat on her bed taking the innocence of the room in, an innocence I had never had or witnessed coming from Manticore, when I felt something hard on my butt. I sat on her diary. It never crossed my mind not to read it, so I opened it calmly. That diary was the only thing that didn’t make sense in the room. The room was soft, innocent, childish, and shy, everything you saw on her exterior, but the diary opened a road within her I had never even imagined. She had a voice, a strong voice, a willful voice, which she expressed in her entries, arguing her father’s politics, the government and even subjects from centuries ago, reaching down to B.C. It was as if fate intervened, a day before I had to eliminate her father, I was called by Manticore to abort, they needed the Senator alive for the moment and until then, I would return to Manticore until they wanted me kill him.


The moment came back. I was going to be re-hired as their gardener. It was a year or more. I knew she would be only 17, probably still reading a book and hiding shyly behind it. You can imagine my surprise when I saw her sun bathing outside the pool. The days passed and I noticed she wore no glasses, she fixed her hair frequently and now her appearance seemed to match her personality, but not quite. I found myself irritated when I saw her going out with boys. I knew what they were after, something I knew they didn’t deserve. One day I saw her rush into the house, she was supposed to be in school while I was trying to find some documents and she bumped into me just as I was leaving her father’s office. To my luck, she never noticed, having had her eyes full of tears the entire time. “Mss. English, are you all right?” I asked putting my hands on her shoulders.

“Menard, its Mss. Menard. Oh hell, call me Bella. Tom isn’t my father” she muttered bitterly.

“All right, Bella, are you okay?” I asked, but judging by her ripped tank top, the ripped fabric of her bra and her pocket seemed slightly ripped, I guessed what was going on and who was to blame. She threw herself in my arms.

“Please tell me not all men are pigs, or else I’m going lesbo” she said bitterly holding me tighter. I was frozen for that moment, unable to hold her back.

“He hurt you, didn’t he?” I whispered. She said nothing.

“Not all men are pigs… I know of a few men who aren’t exactly angels, but… their heart is in the right place and once they give it away, there is no one else that can take it” I said. I remember her eyes looking at me curiously, hopefully, but I detached myself from her and the next morning her mother had told her the news of the young boy she had been dating, found knocked out in an alley. She knew it was me, but she didn’t say a word about it. She did find excuses to talk to me, even if she was the one doing all the talking, she never stopped. The night I had my gun drawn on her father while he slept on his chair in front of the fireplace I never thought she’d be there, placing her hand on my shoulder, causing me to turn abruptly and almost shoot her. Even though I was hiding my face under a black mask, she knew it was me, as I heard her say my name.


The next day I reported to work, wondering if it was all a dream, and it seemed like it was. She still talked to me like she used to, she still smiled at me like she used to, nothing had changed, until she noticed me staring at her father and she said it again, “Don’t do it” she whispered. It took me two days to ask her why she hadn’t turned me in to her father. It was past nearly midnight, she had come home from a friends’ house when I asked her to meet me by the pool. “You didn’t do anything, did you?” she asked me.

“What if I had?” I asked.

“I don’t do ifs, you didn’t do it and that’s it. If you were truly a cold blooded, heartless killer, you would’ve killed me then him, but you didn’t.” she said.

“You don’t care if I was sent here to kill your father?” I asked.

“No. I do worry about one thing though” I looked at her curiously “What will happen to you if you don’t finish the job… You have to make a choice, you either kill him or quit” she said plainly.

“It’s not as easy as you make it sound” I muttered.

“It’s only difficult if you make it difficult. Christopher isn’t your real name, is it?” she asked sitting down on the grass. I sat down next to her and sighed. I shook my head. “Good, you don’t look like a Christopher” she said with a smile.

“Then what do I look like?” I asked, her smile made me fight off my own.

“Alexander… no, too long. How about Xander?” she asked. I chuckled.

“Okay, Xander it is” I said.

“What? I was joking, you can use your real name with me” she said eyeing me surprised.

“I don’t have one” I said plainly. It took me a while to tell her everything. Her silence bothered me. She was usually so talkative. She finally stood up and wiped the earth off her pants. “I don’t care how many people you’ve killed Xander… I only care about how many people you haven’t killed, from this day on forward” she said as she walked towards the door. I stopped her and pulled her to me, it was our first kiss and we both treasured it. A week after I was on the run, I told her she would probably never see me for a year, the least. She was the one that proposed, borrowed money from a friend to buy the rings, she said she wanted to make sure I’d come back to her, and she’d be waiting for me. I couldn’t refuse. It was the quickest wedding of the history, her friend and a janitor at her school, whom I didn’t know at all, were the witnesses. After that, the rest was history.


Heather met me somewhere around L.A. I was supposed to be her mark, but Manticore made a big mistake. Heather and I were great friends, and I knew what no one else knew, Heather was just biding her time for her first mission so she could run and never come back. She already had her name picked out and had made some friends underground so she could start a new life. She didn’t approve of Bella at first, hell, she hated her, but then, quite unexpectedly, they became great friends. I didn’t even see it coming. Now here we are, trying to start a new life, or on our way to ending it. I’m still not sure. Whatever the case, I never regretted my choice. Bella never even gave me a chance.


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End of 1st chapter. Okay, I promise you, the next chapter will be better and will include Max, OC, and the rest of the gang. You might like it, might not like it, might want to shoot me, but hey, you don’t know where I live so BOOOYAAAH! lol I’m just trying to enjoy my writing here, and hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it, if not, I’ll enjoy it enough for the both of us :)