Xander From Drawn Together Novels & Stories

Not fear. Disgust. He didn’t even bother to hide it. He just stared at me with a look that made my skin crawl. "You’ve been happy" I went on, even though I felt like I was breaking with every word. "Laughing. We went to your childhood home. You’ve been living your life again. With me." Silence. Then, without saying anything, Xander reached for the pill bottle on the floor, opened it, popped a few into his mouth, and swallowed.

He looks more handsome than I thought. "Hi. I'm Xander." He introduced himself. "I'm Gabby." "And I'm Cath." We introduced ourselves. "Come on in. Do you want something to drink?" I asked pulling Xander inside Andrea's apartment. "I'm just gonna finish getting ready, okay?" Andrea said to Xander. "Yeah sure. Don't worry about me." Xander said and Andrea went back to her room, leaving Xander with me and Gabby. Gabby and me looked at each other and we both knew it was interrogation time.

Otherwise, the Smiths would be finished! What sort of man was Xander? He was a criminal overlord of Cansington. He owned many more assets than the Great Four but was murdered easily. The Smiths were nothing close to Xander. “Useless.” He scolded Yoel immediately, “Hurry up and send David back home. Beg for mercy in person and make sure to get Thea’s forgiveness. No, I have to go in person…”

****** I met Xander at home. He was busy watching TV I can probably say he didn't see me walk in. "Hey sis, how was school today?" he suddenly ask making me chuckle. "Was normal. What are you watching" "Marvel studios. I'm sure you won't understand since all you watch are werewolves movies" He's gonna start taunting me so I walk away. Xander is my exact opposite. He does his own thing and taunts me too. Everyone taunting me. What a fucked up life.

Xander places a hand on my shoulder, and I let him take over, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. You win, Xay. Tell us what's stressing you? This is unlike you. Unlike Beverions." "Nooo," he whines, obviously high up in the clouds, "You're my favourite. Don’t nag and act pregnant like he does—" "Xay, we don't do drugs." Xander’s face is hard stern that you'll almost think he's way older than us. "Think about your health." Xaden bites his bottom lip. His tongue's tip darts out impatiently as he hides his hands in the pockets of his hood sweater.

There’s no ego, just a family that moves like a single unit. They really are a closely-knit group, and as much as I’m joking about the 'orders,' it’s actually beautiful to see. There’s so much love behind the chaos. I’m just glad I managed to stay on her good side so far—I don't think even my Master Sergeant stripes would protect me from Xander's mom if I put my tie on crooked. Xander is struggling with his own tie, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration as he fumbles with the knot. I watch him through the reflection in the mirror, a slow, playful smirk tugging at my lips.

If I wasn't evil before then I was the devil now. X smiled widely, “I knew you were fierce, it runs in the family. My name is Xander by the way, you can call me that. And I see the way he is now, acting all changed but don't be fooled, he is a cunning bastard. But in case you waver, I want this document to be a reminder of what he has done” He pulled out a file from his suitcase and passed it to me.

Xander was leaning against his car, wearing a sharp suit and a pair of glasses that made him look like a high-end city lawyer. As we approached, Sinclair straightened up. He looked at Zack with a cold, protective glare. I figured Sinclair told him how to act. "Elena," Xander said, as he stepped out of his car. He handed me a thick leather folder. "I brought the birth certificates and the insurance papers you asked for. And the kids wanted me to give you this." He handed me a crumpled drawing. It was a stick-figure picture of the triplets and a tall man with 'Daddy' written over his head in crayon. I felt a pang of guilt, but I held it up so Zack could see it.

The intense need that burns through me at the moan can't be explained. But he pulls back when his phone pings in his pocket. I watch him take it out, his face lighting up with excitement. That's when I took a really good look at him. Xander is wearing a formal, tailor- fitted suit that molds his muscles and long shoulders perfectly well. He looks delicious enough to eat, and when he catches me staring, I don't hide my blush. “Let's go. They are rolling in now,” he says as he grabs my hand and leads the way.

Alexander’s bright smile is a small tell that he was happy too. Memories of how these pictures came to be, come crashing like walls. Pressure burns behind my eyes. I fight to keep the tears away. I fail. How did I become this person? Why couldn’t I draw a line… I… The door creaks. My head snaps up, eyes meeting Xander’s like second nature. His gaze drops to my hand, to the pictures. His brows deepen into a furrow. “I’m—” “It’s fine.” He says on a hush, shutting the door behind him.