Xander had been staking the little cabin out for a few days, never moving close enough that Taylor could sense him but close enough were Xander himself could gather as much information as he needed. It honestly was slightly depressing that it hadnâ€™t taken long to figure out what had changed about the cabin since he had last been there. The most amusing part of the past three days was the simple fact that he got to watch Taylor accept the little brat into his home and heart. Xander was pleased at that little fact; it meant Taylor would hurt that much more when he watched Xander tear his little boy toy to shreds.<br/><br/>The second he was sure the thorn in his side had disappeared deep enough into the passage way he dropped from the tree he had been perched in and started towards the training field. He ran because he needed to cover as much distance as fast as he could so he wouldnâ€™t risk Taylor beginning to worry and come out to find the kid.<br/><br/>Xander slowed his pace to a stalk as he neared the rather nice sized clearing. He knew that his current target had enhanced hearing but there wasnâ€™t any solid information that he could gather that allowed him to decipher how far. He did know that it wasnâ€™t as far as his own but then again Taylor couldnâ€™t even hear as far as Xander could. A blood thirsty grin curled onto his lips as he moved around to the east and to the wide open passage way doors. He knew that the cabin was approximately 10 minutes away from the clearing if you were to run through the woods at full speed. That gave him close to half an hour to rough up the boy and wait for his brother to catch on.<br/><br/>He closed the heavy wooden doors slow enough that they didnâ€™t make a single sound. Xander didnâ€™t waste time to pull out a metal bar and wedge it into the handles so the doors couldnâ€™t be pushed open, not even by superman. Once he was sure the fastest way in and out was secured he turned back and walked into the clearing.<br/><br/>â€œTaylor should really learn not to leave his play toys out; somebody might come around and take them.â€ The chuckle in his voice did nothing to cover his true intentions. He stalked slowly around the fae, taking in every detail about the kid. His eyes stopped to study the tattoo on the side of the faeâ€™s face and then moved on the slightly pointed ears. Youâ€™d have to be blind to not see how tired the stick of a boy was. â€œPut those down kid, youâ€™re in way over your head.â€ Xander was nearly positive that the kid would do it. At least that is the impression he had gotten from the footage of the escape and from the recon he had conducted.<br/><br/>The little growls that sounded from beside his feet caused him to look down at the two cubs. Xanderâ€™s brows furrowed for a moment as he studied the two pitch black cats, Noctre and Eclipse if he recalled correctly. He hesitated for a moment until Eclipse bit his pants leg. Xander resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he shook his foot and shoved both panthers off to the side.<br/><br/>He returned his gaze to the boy and moved closer, his shoulders rolled forward and muscles leaping under his skin in preparation to forcibly remove the weapons from the kids hands if he didnâ€™t comply with Xanderâ€™s previous order.