Slayers: Academy Years
folder
BtVS Crossovers › Misc - FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,933
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
BtVS Crossovers › Misc - FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,933
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
C2: Evil Lair
>>Penthouse somewhere in Crater City
“What’s her name?”
“Regina Blahkord.” He smiled softly, strengthening the illusion before her as she sat back. Their little penthouse was plush, and as posh as she ever could have asked. At the moment, his dear sister took up a brown leather chair, a lazy-boy if he was correct, and lounged in it much as if she owned not just the chair, but the world. Her expression though, as she looked carefully at the image, was less than desirable. She looked a bit concerned, and certainly skeptical. Finally, she said the words that he’d already begun to suspect were coming.
“Cancel it.” Brenn pushed up out of the chair, turning and striding over to the bar, picking over several of the bottles before pouring herself something. She downed it in one shot.
“Why? She’s exactly what you need!” He fumed. Didn’t she even appreciate the effort he went through to set this up? Didn’t she know how difficult it was to even get in contact with this one? “What’s wrong?”
“Cancel it.” She said again, simply, pouring another glass, and then a second for him. “Tell her I’m busy.”
“What’s so wrong with her?” He insisted, ignoring the drink and gesturing wildly at the image that was still maintained in front of the chair. “Why?”
“She’s a fucking vampire for one thing.” Brennon insisted with a sneer, glaring at him. He should know better than that. “Secondly, I don’t even know where you dug her up. I’ve never heard of her before.”
“Yeah, well, she’s pretty damned underground.” He grumbled, aggravated again that it had actually taken him an entire month to track the vampire, and then converse enough to pull this off. That was an awfully long time, at least for him. “Besides, she’s a chick. She’s a hot chick. Where is it written that says that my sister won’t go out to meet a hot chick?”
“What’s she do…” Brenn asked finally with a sigh, glaring at the liquid in her glass as if it offended her.
“Mostly elimination, but a few ritual services. She was a budding wicca in her human years.” He offered with a hopeful smile.
She hesitated, thought about it, and he almost thought he’d won. “No.”
“You’re going!” He insisted finally, glaring as she downed the liquid once more and stomped off. “You haven’t been out in years!”
“Yes I have! I’ve been out.” She growled back, punching at a scarf that hung down from a hook it had caught on recently. “What about that werewolf girl… I went out with her…”
“No… we went out with her. Five of us… and then you said that there was someone you had to go kill, and ditched her.” He argued, flinging himself in front of her and attempting to get his stubborn sister to at least look him in the eye.
“She was really annoying.” Brenn grumbled half-heartedly, making a rather pathetic excuse as she rolled a ball on her pool table at another one randomly. He rolled his eyes. “And she had the IQ of a gnat!”
“Fine, I get it. You got burned.” He frowned in sympathy. “And damn if I wish you’d let me torture the bitch. So you got dumped by your pet human…”
“Shaman…”
“Your pet shaman girl…” he corrected absently as she glared openly at him. “I understand. It hurts. But you dealt, okay? You had your time. You went off to your little home in Brazil…”
“The Caymans, Kevin…”
“And you had your time to mope and pout… but now it’s time to get back on the proverbial horse.” He smiled entreatingly, but with a wry twist to his brows that dared her to contradict him.
“I do not mope and pout.” She growled, glaring at him.
“Please, Brenn. Brennon. Sister. Just go out. Have a date. For me… your baby brother.” He clasped his hands and pouted at her dramatically, threatening her with his very posture that he’d imitate a puppy’s whine next. She could never stand that, and the few times he’d gotten to it she’d agreed just to get him to stop. He was terrible at it.
“One! One date.” She sneered and whirled toward her wardrobe.
“Great!” He smiled then, turning as well to leave, but pausing at the door. “Just promise me one thing…. You’ll be open.”
“Open to what?” Brennon Talon looked over her shoulder at the warlock, her precious brother, and frowned. She’d regret asking that, she just knew it.
“Open to loooove…” he dragged the word out teasingly, the grinned with mischief as he skipped out of the room in time to avoid the boot flying directly toward his face.
TBC
“What’s her name?”
“Regina Blahkord.” He smiled softly, strengthening the illusion before her as she sat back. Their little penthouse was plush, and as posh as she ever could have asked. At the moment, his dear sister took up a brown leather chair, a lazy-boy if he was correct, and lounged in it much as if she owned not just the chair, but the world. Her expression though, as she looked carefully at the image, was less than desirable. She looked a bit concerned, and certainly skeptical. Finally, she said the words that he’d already begun to suspect were coming.
“Cancel it.” Brenn pushed up out of the chair, turning and striding over to the bar, picking over several of the bottles before pouring herself something. She downed it in one shot.
“Why? She’s exactly what you need!” He fumed. Didn’t she even appreciate the effort he went through to set this up? Didn’t she know how difficult it was to even get in contact with this one? “What’s wrong?”
“Cancel it.” She said again, simply, pouring another glass, and then a second for him. “Tell her I’m busy.”
“What’s so wrong with her?” He insisted, ignoring the drink and gesturing wildly at the image that was still maintained in front of the chair. “Why?”
“She’s a fucking vampire for one thing.” Brennon insisted with a sneer, glaring at him. He should know better than that. “Secondly, I don’t even know where you dug her up. I’ve never heard of her before.”
“Yeah, well, she’s pretty damned underground.” He grumbled, aggravated again that it had actually taken him an entire month to track the vampire, and then converse enough to pull this off. That was an awfully long time, at least for him. “Besides, she’s a chick. She’s a hot chick. Where is it written that says that my sister won’t go out to meet a hot chick?”
“What’s she do…” Brenn asked finally with a sigh, glaring at the liquid in her glass as if it offended her.
“Mostly elimination, but a few ritual services. She was a budding wicca in her human years.” He offered with a hopeful smile.
She hesitated, thought about it, and he almost thought he’d won. “No.”
“You’re going!” He insisted finally, glaring as she downed the liquid once more and stomped off. “You haven’t been out in years!”
“Yes I have! I’ve been out.” She growled back, punching at a scarf that hung down from a hook it had caught on recently. “What about that werewolf girl… I went out with her…”
“No… we went out with her. Five of us… and then you said that there was someone you had to go kill, and ditched her.” He argued, flinging himself in front of her and attempting to get his stubborn sister to at least look him in the eye.
“She was really annoying.” Brenn grumbled half-heartedly, making a rather pathetic excuse as she rolled a ball on her pool table at another one randomly. He rolled his eyes. “And she had the IQ of a gnat!”
“Fine, I get it. You got burned.” He frowned in sympathy. “And damn if I wish you’d let me torture the bitch. So you got dumped by your pet human…”
“Shaman…”
“Your pet shaman girl…” he corrected absently as she glared openly at him. “I understand. It hurts. But you dealt, okay? You had your time. You went off to your little home in Brazil…”
“The Caymans, Kevin…”
“And you had your time to mope and pout… but now it’s time to get back on the proverbial horse.” He smiled entreatingly, but with a wry twist to his brows that dared her to contradict him.
“I do not mope and pout.” She growled, glaring at him.
“Please, Brenn. Brennon. Sister. Just go out. Have a date. For me… your baby brother.” He clasped his hands and pouted at her dramatically, threatening her with his very posture that he’d imitate a puppy’s whine next. She could never stand that, and the few times he’d gotten to it she’d agreed just to get him to stop. He was terrible at it.
“One! One date.” She sneered and whirled toward her wardrobe.
“Great!” He smiled then, turning as well to leave, but pausing at the door. “Just promise me one thing…. You’ll be open.”
“Open to what?” Brennon Talon looked over her shoulder at the warlock, her precious brother, and frowned. She’d regret asking that, she just knew it.
“Open to loooove…” he dragged the word out teasingly, the grinned with mischief as he skipped out of the room in time to avoid the boot flying directly toward his face.
TBC