Poisoned Pawn

Story: Poisoned Pawn

Author: D.Andrews

Buffy/X-Men crossover

Rating: R (for violence, gore, sex, crude use of a brush *?? *)

Pairing OC/Faith (It's heterosexual people...)

Genre: don't know...don't care

Plot: A thief stumbles on to a grisly murder in a neighborhood.
After realizing that the item he was to collect from the house was taken, he tracks the item to Sunnydale, where a whole new set of murders takes place. He is forced to team with Buffy's rival slayer to solve the mystery of why everyone who comes into contact
with the item is killed. * Told from Dee Dee's POV *

Disclaimer: I don't own the people in Buffy, nor do I own the people of the X-Men (They belong to those who own them respectively), nor do I own my little brother (I just love whipping him in chess).... but I do own myself, and any other characters I happen to throw out of the woodwork. I also own the manner in which the bad guys will die.... so don't sue me.






Poisoned Pawn

Prologue: A bad feeling (told from Dee Dee's POV)


Damn, I hate jobs like this. Especially when I don't know anything until the last minute. Sometimes, that's the nature of the beast. This case is no different. I take a look across the street, and observe all the houses in the surrounding area. Other than the rare barking of a dog that should be in the house, it's quiet in this Detroit suburb. Silence. I love the silence. And it's also dark, which makes my job all the more easier. I began to climb down from the roof, and make my way to the attic window, which was open in front of me. I started to climb in when my little brother comes in on my mini radio with the task at hand for me.

Those things do not feel good in my ear.

"Hey Dee Dee", he said in the usual serious tone. "You ready?"

"What's the dirt?" I asked back in a hushed tone.

"Today, or shall I say tonight, you are to retrieve the lost sword of Vlad Tepes."

I sighe"Who"Who wants it back? Some rich momma's boy who came up in life with a silver spoon shoved up his ass?"

I could've sworn I heard my little brother laughing.

"No. This request comes from our great friends, The Ministers of Historical Artifacts, or some group claiming to hold such a title in Transylvania. And I do believe that they want it back quickly."

"Leave it to the Museum societies to bitch over things that don't even belong to them. Typical. They should get it themselves, not hire out the most gullible moron."

"Point taken, Dee."

I sighed again. This was worse than I thought. I wondered why THEY would want it back...unless it's a national treasure or something. I have a bad feeling about this one. " " Any reason why they want back?" I asked. " I thought the Guilds didn't do Fed work."

" The Guild don't usually do work like this, Antonio Dorian, but we do," he said in a matter-of -fact tone. " It's what we're paid to do."

" So we're bastardized Repo Men? "

" In a matter of speaking, yes."

" Still doesn't explain why we get called in when they drop the ball."

I roll my eyes in disgust.

P must have sensed me.

" Don't roll your eyes, Dee. I'm less thrilled as you, but whatever the reason for them calling us, it must mean something."

"Somebody fucked up," I huff.

"Big time, Dee Dee."

"The LeBeaus approve of this?"

"Of you performing this heist? Yes."

I head inside the house through the open attic window. It was darker in here than it was outside. I pulled out my flashlight, and looked around.

" So what's so important about the sword? " I finally ask.

"It's not the sword they want," my little brother replied. " It's the jewel in the hilt of the sword. Rumor has it that the jewel is full of Vlad's blood. If anything, they just want the jewel back. They don't care too much for the sword itself."

"What do you know of the jewel?"

"Old ones say it has power. I'll have to find that out for you."

"I see." I made my way towards the door. " What about the present owner of this prize, Shadowmage? What's his story?"


"You are in the house of Dr. Shamus Allenton, a frequent drunk. He holds a Masters in World History, and is known to endeavor in not so heterosexual activity."


"He's gay?"

P laughed again, this time a bit louder. "Gayer than Cyclops. The good doc has quite a large collection of man-man stuff. Toys, magazines, you name it. Rumor has it that he acts out his fantasies when he gets tanked. A real character if you ask me."

" I'll bet, " I retort. "At least we know where Scott Summers gets his porn."

" Think we should tell Logan? He'll have a field day when he hears this", P said in an ecstatic tone. I ignore the crack, and focus on the duty I'm about to undergo. I stin fin front of the door leading out of the dark attic.

" I have work to do. See you in a bit, P."

"Be careful. Let me know if you notice anything abnormal, and don't use your abilities, unless you're forced to. I want this as hush-hush as possible. Got it? "

"Will do, mother." I switched off the radio, and made my way further into the house.

I didn't like this one.


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