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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,739
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS) or Angel, the Series (AtS); nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
three
A few days ago, I saw an interesting sight. I was sitting in my living room, having a steaming mug of AB negative blood, and I saw this weirdo running around with a blanket on. I knew that the sun was pretty brutal that morning but still…
What’s that? How is it I’m looking out a window during daylight? Funny you should ask. About a month ago, I’m on vacation. The Slayer was on some sort of rampage, killing us by the dozens, and I decided I should get out of town for a while. Anyways, I went to LA. I was wandering downtown, looking for someone to eat, when what should I see but some lawyer looking guy. I walked up to him, and asked him for directions to…well, somewhere, I was just making it up, you see, getting him to lower his guard.
I was waiting till he looked away for just a second, than changed. When he looked back, I was just about to pounce and have a nice meal but the guy’s reaction stopped me. I’ll do the change and usually people will scream, jump, jerk back, SOMETHING, but this guy just stood there like I was the most natural part of his day.
As I shrugged and reached for him anyways, he held out his hand. Not in a stop gesture, but holding a business card. It was so unexpected I stopped my attack and took it from him. Lyle Stevens, Attorney at Law, Wolfram and Hart. What’s the deal?
Turns out, the deal was for me to come home and set up a shop. Nothing fancy, I mean, I’m not a lawyerly type. No, my shop, as it is, is to be a safe house/spying network. My target? The Slayer. Lyle said that Wolfram and Hart has enough trouble with some sort of rouge vampire in LA that they don’t want to be caught unaware by any trouble from the Slayer as well. I’m just supposed to keep track of her movements, if necessary call them and they’ll send a containment squad to slow her down, possibly even kill her.
Cool enough, just so long as I don’t have to face her, know what I mean? I’m far to smart to go toe to toe with that loony chick. Anyways, they have this type of glass called Necropane or something. Lets good sun in, keeps burning sun out. So that answer that?
Anyways, I saw this guy running with a blanket. I have been thinking about it for almost three days. Was it another vampire venturing out into the sun? That’s about the only reason I can think of. I mean, yeah, it was sunny, but it wasn’t a scorcher, hehe, and it wasn’t raining….so a mortal wouldn’t need the protection. What fool would risk becoming a torch for something that probably could wait a few hours till dark?
What? Sure, I’ll take another blood if you’re going to keep buying them for me. I feel weird, talking to you. I know, there’s no violence in a demon bar if it can be helped, but its not often a mortal comes in here and starts talking a vampire up.
You aren’t one of those damned Anne Rice worshipers are you? I can’t stand those books. Oh, I feel so BAD that I’m eating people to live. I only eat the evil doer. Whiny bastards. Why eat the evil ones? They’re the ones who can help you out, and lets be honest. Their blood isn’t as sweet. Plus a lot of them use drugs.
Drugs. Man, some of them really sour a person’s flavor. Ecstasy doesn’t do much, but acid, gods, whenever I eat an acid user, I get sick to my stomach for days. I was a straight edge in life, and I try to remain the same in death. Because it is so much easier to think and act when you aren’t staggering around halfway to another dimension.
Ok, yes, fine, I do spike my blood from time to time with rum, but alcohol is something else entirely. You’ve been sucking on one fru-fru drink after another this whole time. Some vamps like the psychedelics…I don’t. When was the last time you got stoned, hmm? Never, huh. That’s what I thought. You look tough, but you’re really just a pussycat aren’t you?
What’s that? How is it I’m looking out a window during daylight? Funny you should ask. About a month ago, I’m on vacation. The Slayer was on some sort of rampage, killing us by the dozens, and I decided I should get out of town for a while. Anyways, I went to LA. I was wandering downtown, looking for someone to eat, when what should I see but some lawyer looking guy. I walked up to him, and asked him for directions to…well, somewhere, I was just making it up, you see, getting him to lower his guard.
I was waiting till he looked away for just a second, than changed. When he looked back, I was just about to pounce and have a nice meal but the guy’s reaction stopped me. I’ll do the change and usually people will scream, jump, jerk back, SOMETHING, but this guy just stood there like I was the most natural part of his day.
As I shrugged and reached for him anyways, he held out his hand. Not in a stop gesture, but holding a business card. It was so unexpected I stopped my attack and took it from him. Lyle Stevens, Attorney at Law, Wolfram and Hart. What’s the deal?
Turns out, the deal was for me to come home and set up a shop. Nothing fancy, I mean, I’m not a lawyerly type. No, my shop, as it is, is to be a safe house/spying network. My target? The Slayer. Lyle said that Wolfram and Hart has enough trouble with some sort of rouge vampire in LA that they don’t want to be caught unaware by any trouble from the Slayer as well. I’m just supposed to keep track of her movements, if necessary call them and they’ll send a containment squad to slow her down, possibly even kill her.
Cool enough, just so long as I don’t have to face her, know what I mean? I’m far to smart to go toe to toe with that loony chick. Anyways, they have this type of glass called Necropane or something. Lets good sun in, keeps burning sun out. So that answer that?
Anyways, I saw this guy running with a blanket. I have been thinking about it for almost three days. Was it another vampire venturing out into the sun? That’s about the only reason I can think of. I mean, yeah, it was sunny, but it wasn’t a scorcher, hehe, and it wasn’t raining….so a mortal wouldn’t need the protection. What fool would risk becoming a torch for something that probably could wait a few hours till dark?
What? Sure, I’ll take another blood if you’re going to keep buying them for me. I feel weird, talking to you. I know, there’s no violence in a demon bar if it can be helped, but its not often a mortal comes in here and starts talking a vampire up.
You aren’t one of those damned Anne Rice worshipers are you? I can’t stand those books. Oh, I feel so BAD that I’m eating people to live. I only eat the evil doer. Whiny bastards. Why eat the evil ones? They’re the ones who can help you out, and lets be honest. Their blood isn’t as sweet. Plus a lot of them use drugs.
Drugs. Man, some of them really sour a person’s flavor. Ecstasy doesn’t do much, but acid, gods, whenever I eat an acid user, I get sick to my stomach for days. I was a straight edge in life, and I try to remain the same in death. Because it is so much easier to think and act when you aren’t staggering around halfway to another dimension.
Ok, yes, fine, I do spike my blood from time to time with rum, but alcohol is something else entirely. You’ve been sucking on one fru-fru drink after another this whole time. Some vamps like the psychedelics…I don’t. When was the last time you got stoned, hmm? Never, huh. That’s what I thought. You look tough, but you’re really just a pussycat aren’t you?