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Title: Hunter's Blood
Author: Kate R.
Rating: Teen to adult
Fandoms: BtVS/Kraven: the Hunter
Pairings: TBA
Summary: Xander's Brother comes to Sunnydale to take custody of him.

Xander had changed.

He knew he'd changed.

He'd had no choice but to change.

Especially after he'd met his brother.

He remembered last night when the man had come.

Tony had been in a real mood, swinging at him screaming that he was so sick of taking care of his sister's bastard son, no matter how 'noble' his half-brother was. Tony'd drawn his arm back to hit him and then he'd screamed as a hand had caught his arm.

Xander had stared at the tall man who'd snapped Tony's arm like a twig.

He was dressed in clothes that looked decidedly African, the shirt/vest had a lion's face on it, there was a gold ruff attached to the shirt, like a mane, there were black pants but there was a leopard skin lion cloth almost like, and boots. His belt had animal teeth, and his hair was black and slicked back, he looked . . . cool. Really cool. Cool like Xander had always dreamed of looking. Even the hyena possession hadn't given him the 'cool' factor this man had.

He was staring and not reacting for a minute when he realized the man had been speaking to him.

"Do you wish to stay in this town, Alexander?" the man had asked, again, apparently, his accent thick and Russian.

"I'm supposed to graduate high school in May," Xander had told him, "And, well, there's danger here and the person who should be handling it skipped town. I can't leave my fiends to face it alone . . . uhm . . . uh . . ."

"Sergei," the man said, "Sergei Kravenoff, but to most I am Kraven, the Hunter."

"Why do they call you that?" Xander had asked. Sergei had laughed, shaking his head, and clapped Xander on the shoulder.

"I will demonstrate if you, perhaps, have a demon you need hunted down."

"I'll ask Giles," Xander told him, "But yeah, I want to stay in the town but maybe not this house?"

"Bad memories, yes?" his brother, this had to be his brother, asked. He'd nodded so Sergei had made a call and within two hours they had a nice house to live in.

The next day, they'd gone shopping for him. Sergei said he had enough clothes to wear and he often walked or jogged wherever he was going. Xander had seen him, that same night, go explore the town his way.

Xander had asked if he could go out with Willow and Cordy and Oz and Sergei had said yes, given him a wad of cash and said he'd a muse himself getting to know his new hunting grounds Xander and his friends had been patrolling when there was a sound of wind rushing above them, looked up, and just stared as he saw a blur, jumping roof to roof, running across them, running as if he were some great cat, and then he'd jumped, soaring, and pounced the demon they'd been trying to lure out. Sergei had seen it from his vantage point.

Or something.

Xander hadn't asked how he did what he did but he'd seen at the mall that Sergei could sense things. He'd heard something, put his hand out quickly, Slayer fast almost, and caught the carton of eggs that the grocery store checker had knocked off the edge of the conveyor belt. Without even looking, Sergei had caught the carton, without breaking one egg in it, and put it in the bag, himself.

"Who are you?" Xander had asked as they all went in to the Bronze. Sergei had given him money enough to get a burger or something there if he wanted, hell; Sergei had given him enough to be able to pay for himself if they wanted to go to a movie. Sergei was looking after him.

Sergei was . . . well, he guessed tonight, Sergei was Kraven: The Hunter, but he also seemed determined to look after his little brother. And Xander still didn't know why he'd come now. Or how he'd known what was going on in the house. He just knew Tony was about to hit him last night, and Sergei was just there.

"So, Xander," Cordelia said, "Do you know the blur that went roof jumping while we were watching? You know, the one that saved us because we were all busy gawking at him?"

"Yeah," Xander said, "He's my half brother according to Tony. W ht he was screaming at me before Sergei came. He says he's called Kraven the Hunter but his name is Sergei Kravenoff.

"Kravenoff?" Cordy asked, "Xander, you never said you were related to a Russian noble."

"What? Uh, I guess I didn't know . . ."

"How can you not know he's a Russian noble? Jeez, I think you should know your family better than that."

"He did not know me," Sergei's voice came from behind and spooked Cordy, "He did not know of me at all until I came into the house as Anthony Harris was about to hit him. Are you have fun, Alexander?"

"Yes Sergei," Xander said. Sergei nodded and turned to leave. He vanished into the crowd, dressed as he was, and Xander whistled.

"He 'is' an impressive hunter," Xander muttered as everyone at the table stared, "Cool."