Realities Entwined

Realities Entwined

Author: Aislynn

Disclaimer: It’s not mine all of it belongs to Joss, and Mutant Enemy & Laurel K Hamilton. I just fell in love with the characters from the very first episode, and from the first book of Laurel’s I read Guilty Pleasures.

Summary: I hope you like the story so far, and now you will begin to see more characters from both Buffy/Angel and Anita Blake series. Again this story is a crossover and will include most Buffy/Angel/Anita Blake series characters those you like and those you don’t.

Rating: NC-17

End of Chapter 3

A smile touched Buffy’s lips as she was drawn back into the conversation at the table. I could take him and her, the thought filtered through her mind.

Chapter 4 – Revelations

They didn’t speak as the car pulled up before the restaurant. Tonight hadn’t exactly been the romantic affair she had been looking forward too. Jean Claude had been distant since their arrival at the restaurant, and Anita knew there was something bothering him and she was certain it had something to do with the petite blond at the restaurant.

Buffy what kind of name was that really, and that dress. Anita glanced out the window and knew she was jealous because though she knew she was attractive she wasn’t in the same league as Buffy and she knew it.

“What was that girl?” Anita asked no longer leaving Jean Claude to his brooding.

“You felt it.” Jean Claude asked and at Anita’s nod he sighed glancing out the window watching the scenery speed by leading them to their destination. “I am certain she is a Slayer.”
“I have no idea what that is.” Anita responded raising a brow.

“You wouldn’t have heard of Slayers in your studies, they are known only to their Council and their prey.” Jean Claude didn’t want to get into this now. He would have to repeat everything at the meeting tonight for their allies for the Slayer hunted them all were’s included. Then he would have to send word to the council he didn’t have a choice. Eventually one of their spies which he was certain they had at least one in the city would come upon the girl. If they found out she was within his City and thought he had no idea then they would consider him even less capable of being the Master of the City.

“What is their prey?” Anita asked softly Jean Claude’s gaze slid back to her and moved over her features.

“We are ma petite, we are.” Jean Claude’s features softened his fingers reaching out to brush along her cheek. “Let me think how I am going to explain this to everyone.” Jean Claude leaned forward his lips brushing against her own briefly more for comfort than anything.

Anita watched his gaze and her thoughts turned to the petite blond. I will kill her before she hurts anyone I care about. It was as simple as that

As they pulled into her drive she could see all the cars of those attending the meeting.

“I am sorry tonight was not what you wished.” Jean Claude smiled softly very aware of the woman next to him. “I will make it up to you tonight after everyone leaves.”

Anita smirked leaning over and capturing his lips. “I am going to hold you to that.”

The door to her house opened revealing Nathaniel who looked delicious in a simple pair of jeans, boots, and tee shirt. For some reason all the men she was acquainted with always seemed to be dressed like strippers or like they came straight out of a S & M magazine which as she entered her living room she found ample examples of the style.

“How was your evening?” Nathaniel asked taking her shawl and Jean Claude’s coat. It had taken time for her to realize that Nathaniel played to role of wife in their little household, and he was quite good at taking care of her and Micha.

Anita glanced over at Jean Claude. “Not what I expected.” She replied walking into the room her gaze first falling on Richard he stood to the side of the room flanking him were Shang-Da and Jamil. At one time the different factions that made up their alliance sort of sectioned off in the room now they mixed among one and other.

Richard looked good enough to eat she had mourned the loss of his long thick wavy locks but the cropped look he currently sported showed off his golden looks even better.

“I see everyone is here.” Anita sighed finding her way to Micha’s side as he came out of the kitchen with Asher.

“What’s wrong?” Richard asked he sensed the tension in both Jean Claude and Anita before they even entered the room due to their connection. He wasn’t the only one Nathaniel and Damian felt it, as well.

“I will let Jean Claude explain.” Anita sought out Micha’s hand hoping for his usual calming influence and even that didn’t ease her tension.

“I met a Slayer tonight.” Jean Claude’s voice was quite and Anita watched every vampire in the room react.

“It is impossible.” Asher whispered it had been a Slayer who flushed them out in Paris leading to Juliana being captured and burned at the stake.

Anita felt Micha’s hand tighten over her own painfully.

“You have heard of Slayer’s.” She asked softly and Micha only responded with a nod.

“What is a Slayer?” Jason asked glancing over at his Ulfric not sure what was going on then his gaze slid to the stricken expression of a fellow pack mate.

“You met Buffy.” Xander whispered his words were barely audible but everyone in the room heard them and Jean Claude’s attention whipped over the werewolf.

Xander was suddenly aware that every gaze was settled on him and he glanced up at Richard whose eyes were blazing. He lowered his gaze.

“Into each generation a slayer is born. One girl in all the world, a chosen one. One born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires and stop the spread of evil.” Xander tried to ignore the feeling growing in his chest he glanced and met Jean Claude’s gaze.

“I knew Buffy when she was the Slayer we went to High School, Willow too.” Xander confessed looking toward his Ulfric. Willow was a pack member but she was also a witch.

“Yes.” Jean Claude’s voice was sharper than he intended as he realized that within their ranks someone knew about this Slayer and he hadn’t sensed it. He could feel Richard’s anger growing as well that it was one of his own who held this information.

“Buffy died at the Master’s hand.” Xander confessed feeling his Ulfric’s anger scared him far more than Jean Claude. “But she didn’t die we were able to bring her back if you can call what she has been doing living.” Xander glanced up at Richard. “The last time I visited the hospital was 4 years ago and she was still in a coma they didn’t think she would ever wake up.”

Jean Claude couldn’t believe Nicholas hadn’t followed up and taken the girl out completely any chance of recovery was unacceptable.

“So again what is a Slayer?” Jason asked.

“In this case her name is Buffy.” Jean Claude sighed. “At the moment she just became the newest member of the RPIT team. Slayers have wiped out all of our kind for generations. The council took steps to ensure that it stopped so we could stop hiding in the shadows.

“They are as strong as most vampires, and as quick.” Damian cut in. “They hunt every night taking out anything that isn’t human. I met one in Russia once the girl was vicious she killed demons whether they were harmful or not.”

“Sounds like Anita.” Jamil cut in quietly.

“No.” Jean Claude replied his gaze sliding over Anita. “Anita kills vampires only if we are out of line and breaking the law. A Slayer kills indiscriminately their goal their purpose is to kill our kind.” He knew he could elaborate but he didn’t need to.

The room fell into discussion about the Slayer everyone pumping Xander for information. As they all left Asher and Jean Claude slipped into their car. Jean Claude and Anita decided to put a rain check on their plans for after the meeting.

As they settled in Asher glanced over at Jean Claude. “This slayer has a badge.”

“Yes I know.” Jean Claude closed his eyes running his hand over them. “I am going to have let the council know about this which means they will send someone.”

“Not someone they will send the Scourge of Europe as you well know.” Asher responded his gaze sliding over Jean Claude’s features.

“Yes I know.” Jean Claude had never told Asher that he sought solace in the arms and bed of Spike after he refused to leave the council with him. Though he knew Asher had his suspicions where he had spent that time before he came to Nicholas.

“How long has it been since you have seen Spike and Angelus?” Asher asked. It had been only 5 years since he had last seen them Spike had tried to approach Asher but he had been so bitter watching him with Angelus, Drucilla, and Darla he hadn’t allowed the vampire to get close.

“Quite some time, but far too long,” Jean Claude sighed running his fingers across his lips as those mocking blue eyes flashed through his mind and that English cockney accent he picked up somewhere along the way. He knew why Spike adopted it for those who didn’t know him would underestimate his age and thing he was younger than he truly was for Spike had been around since before Jean Claude had been turned.

“I am going to send a message tonight.” Jean Claude reached out seeking comfort from his lover. “I suspect they will be dispatched immediately, they will probably arrive in a few days or perhaps a week.

Asher moved in close to Jean Claude he wasn’t sure why but he felt his position was in danger and he knew that was stupid but he couldn’t seem to shake that feeling.


Belle Morte lifted her dark gaze watching most beloved childe with his pet. Of all those she made this one was a masterpiece and her gifts had not enhanced his looks in one bit. Of all those she made this one struck fear into her heart for he possessed all her gifts and was her equal in all things perhaps more so because of the effect he had upon her.

Though he was hers by blood he serve the rest of the council just as faithfully, which quite simply meant he did what he wished no matter what they ordered. A more willful childe she had never known yet his loyalty ran deep as did his devotion to his little family Angelus, Drucilla, and Darla. Angelus and Spike she made herself within weeks of one and other perhaps that is why they bonded.

Then Angelus turned Darla, and Spike Darla and they became the scourge. The moment Spike learned of Slayers he sought them out like trophy’s one after the other even before began sending him out to take them out when they became a little to good at their calling.

Spike, her beautiful childe gained the name after he killed his first Slayer with a railroad spike leaving his true name behind. It had been so long since he had used it she had forgotten his true name long ago.

“I have missed you.” Belle Morte whispered as she slid her arms around his back her hands sliding up his chest as her lips brushed against his neck.

“Have you, I would have thought you would be busy with your latest pet.” Spike turned in her arms his hand sliding up along her beautiful cheek. Leaning down he felt her ardor rising up and wrapping itself around him. When he had been so very young it had overcome him, now he wasn’t a pawn or a plaything he was a power unto himself.

“I have been offered a seat on the council.” Spike informed her softly as he let his ardor go his lips brushing against her as their hungers began to tear at one and other. It was the sweetest torture as they powers surged together as their lips parted they didn’t need their bodies to find their release for their essences twirled together surging upon the other seeking to sate their hunger. Their tongues clashed together and their kiss was hungry and demanding. As their lips parted Spike gently caught Belle’s lip with his teeth giving it a parting suck. A smile touched his lips at well pleasured look with in the depths of her eyes.

“All that with just a kiss,” Belle murmured he really was becoming her equal now the council was after him yet again. Very few of them could satisfy the ardor with just a kiss the hunger had to feed somehow, and many found the press of flesh or power the best means to the end.

“They didn’t learn the last time they offered you a seat.” Belle asked softly.

“That was quite sometime ago.” Spike smirked it had been almost 400 years ago.

“Will you accept?” Belle asked knowing the answer before she even asked.

“No.” Spike sighed softly. “I would become bored as we both know.”

“With a seat among the council comes great power, and of course you will be feared by all.” Belle moved besides him her gaze falling over the city laid out before her. At times she became bored with the council, as well. Her fingers traced his amazing features and those lips. As her fingers brushed the tender skin he parted his lips sucking a finger between his lips.

“I already have power, and I am the thing that the council uses too keep their progeny in line I am already feared.” Spike purred softly closing his lips over her skin and as he pulled his lips back he twirled his tongue along her own.

“Jean Claude.” Belle’s attention snapped from the delicious ministrations of her childe to the reason she called him to her.

Spike smiled at the mention of the Master of the City in St. Louis. Like himself Jean Claude set himself up a little family that included Asher and Juliana. After Juliana’s death Asher turned bitter and became a creature of the Council, while Jean Claude moved on eventually becoming a Master of the City a feat which still was surprising.
“My touch brings thoughts of Jean Claude I am most offended.” Spike purred smirking as he let her hand go.

“Don’t be silly I simple wish to discuss my reason for calling you back to the fold.” Belle wished her skin would stop tingling. Spike’s sensual gifts rivaled hers and to have that power turned back on you was frustrating and intriguing at the same time. As to his other powers she knew he kept many hidden from her and the council.

“And that reason is Jean Claude.” Spike moved away from Belle and she couldn’t help but watch him as he walked along the balcony. He moved like liquid silver like the animals he was able to call feline of either the small or large variety.

“Jean Claude has a new human servant, and has managed to create a triumvirate.” Belle trailed her finger along the stone of the balcony as she moved in his direction.

“This is old news.” Spike murmured he knew of the council’s visits to St. Louis in recent years they always came back missing someone from their group. Spike was surprised that Belle hadn’t sent him to St. Louis already knowing his and Jean Claude’s past. After Jean Claude served his time in exchange for the council healing Asher he had come to Angelus and Spike. They were after all of the same line, and he had been devastated by Asher’s refusal to leave with him. Though only Belle knew Jean Claude had spent time among them she wasn’t aware of just how close they were.

Lovers they had been lovers for their kind the idea of being a homosexual or heterosexual didn’t enter into the equation. After you spend years roaming the earth you try a little bit of everything. More than lovers they had always been friends before he left with Asher and Juliana and after. They had never judged one and other and Spike took Jean Claude in for a time because he could see his friend was shattered. Spike cared even loved his little family but it didn’t compare to the connection that he had with Asher and Juliana.

In the end, he had been jealous and felt guilty after Juliana was burned at the stake as a witch. That connection should have killed Asher for she had been his human servant but it hadn’t. Spike had never taken a true human servant for some reason he just hadn’t found anyone he found worthy.

“Yes, but I would like you to visit his City I have already sent word of your arrival, this isn’t just a request from just me the Queen of Nightmares would like to see you before you leave, as well. It is she who requested you personally visit the city. I think she is angry that you keep refusing a seat on the Council.”

Spike smirked the Queen of Nightmares wasn’t angry because he wouldn’t take the seat on the Council far from it. She offered it to him because she knew that he would refuse.

“Have you visited her bed?” Belle asked softly almost wishing she could take the question back.

Spike’s gaze slid over Belle’s features and he smiled softly leaning down her captured her lips in a hungry kiss then pulled back.

“I should go visit our Queen. I will be back before the night is through.” Spike promised softly and headed toward the door.

“You never answered my question.” Belle’s voice rang out into the room. Spike smiled as he continued to the door not intending to give her one.

As he left the room a figure detached itself from the shadows revealing Angelus.

“How is our illustrious Sire this evening?” He asked matching Spike’s strides.

“The same as always,” Spike responded. “I have to visit the Queen tonight, as well. Normally I would love your company.”

“I understand.” Angelus smirked, “I defiantly don’t want to be performing before the Queen tonight.”

They came to a stop outside of Belle’s lair for their destinations were in opposite directions. Angelus reached out his fingers brushing Spike’s cheek and he leaned forward their lips brushing in a soft caress. “We will be waiting for you.” Angelus murmured against Spike’s soft lips.

Spike slid his hand behind Angelus’s neck his lips covering his companions. They had been together for quite sometime even before Dru and Darla entered the picture.

“Don’t count on my coming back tonight, luv.” Spike sighed pulling back from Angelus and heading toward the Queen’s current lair.

Angelus licked his lips as he watched Spike go. Though their little family was known as the Scourge it was Spike who was the power among them. Spike came into his power faster than any other vampire, and he helped bring Angelus into his power. They had been changed within weeks of one and other and in the beginning it had been hard so unlike either of them to submit to anyone but they found strength in one and other.

Spike and Angelus became Belle’s favorites because of their contrast to one and other one so light and one so dark. But of all her favorites few knew that Spike held a special place in Belle’s favor and only Angelus knew why. Though he loved Darla and even Dru he would stake them both if it meant protecting Spike.

Spike ignored the tingling that crawled along his spine as he entered the Queen’s chambers it was a parlor trick that many vampires both Masters and not felt.

“You desired my presence.” Spike didn’t bow or perform any courtly gestures as his brethren did before the Queen of Nightmares.

When her name came to mind visions of a horrid creature the thing of nightmares came to mind not the beauty that rose from the throne. She wore a top made of gold chain mail that barely contained her lush breasts. Long thick midnight black hair trailed down her back, and her eyes were pitch black.

“My wonderful boy, you are late.” The Queen smiled her lush red lips parting in a smile as she came down the stairs.

“I wasn’t aware I had an exact appointment.” Spike replied as she reached him, and he felt the stinging slap though he had seen it coming he didn’t try to block it. He caught her wrist and jerked her up against him. “I am not your whipping boy.”

“No but you have been most errant in your duty to me.” Her dark eyes narrowed.

“What duty do you speak of?” Spike asked softly letting her wrist go.

“Jean Claude believes he has a slayer in his city.” The words were softly spoken but filled with warning and disappointment.

“There are no potential’s in St. Louis, and Kendra was quite alive the last time I checked.” Spike’s gaze traveled over her schooled features.

As if on cue the Slayer was dragged forward in her chains. “Lovely little Kendra is quite well it seems hence your visit to St. Louis.” The Queen trailed a finger along his cheek. “I want you to report to me only Belle is not your Master anymore so stop humoring her into thinking she has some hold over you.”

Spike watched as she left him and moved toward the Slayer. “Take her back to her cell and I will take care of her later.” Spike knew that the Queen kept the Slayer in a perpetual state of dreams what they contained he didn’t care the little bitch had almost killed Angelus when they captured her. As far as he was concerned he didn’t care if she lived in an endless state of the Queen’s most horrid nightmares.

“I am concerned about Jean Claude and his little triumvirate I want to know more about the power base he is engineering. I want to know how this happened. We have carefully controlled the line and hold all of the potentials I want to know how this one was created.”

“My pleasure,” Spike’s smile was genuine. He hadn’t faced a true Slayer since he took down Kendra and that hadn’t been all that satisfying for the girl didn’t enjoy the dance it was just a calling for her. Now Faith even as just a potential enjoyed the fight, and how lovely she was when the little kitten tried to fight.


Buffy Ann Summers fought the urge to scream as she listened to Detective Tammy Kirkland drone on who was currently stuck on desk duty because she was expecting talk about the wonders of pending mother hood. Her husband Lawrence Kirkland was an animator who worked with Anita Blake.

Glancing up she saw Zebrowski raise his thumb and forefinger to his temple and shoot himself as he like everyone else in the close vicinity were forced to listen.

“We have a body near the river.” Dolph walked in not glancing up. “Zebrowski, Merloni, Summers, and Finn were up.”

Buffy gave Tammy a soft smile. “Sorry, well talk later maybe over lunch sometime.” Getting up she grabbed her leather jacket and followed the guys outside.

Dolph, Merloni, got in one car and Riley Finn smiled at her as he opened the door. “It’s your turn to ride with Zebrowski.”

“You really need to clean this thing out I am sure you have something growing back there.” She gazed into the back of his car which contained a pile of junk food wrappers and fast food containers.

“If it bothers you so much you can clean it out,” Zebrowski smiled as he put the car into gear.

“You’re a pig you know that.” Buffy growled kicking a box away from her boots.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Zebrowski laughed softly as they followed the car in front of them.

Buffy slid out of the car as they arrived on the scene she could see the body, and she noted the fact that all the police officers on scene looked a little green around the gills and were standing well away from the body.

“Must be a nasty one,” Zebrowski muttered as they joined up with the others who were getting a run down from the first officers on the scene.

“Has the crime scene investigators been out yet.” Dolph asked.

“Not yet sir, they were waiting until they get the word from you.” Another officer answered from nearby.

Buffy glanced over at the body the sheet covering it was soaked with blood. A trail of blood slithered along the dirt trailing into the river, where the water was tinted red. Buffy was still new to the squad and the rules were simple they followed the older officers lead.

As they finished up with the officer a black SUV pulled up and Buffy watched Anita Blake slide out of the vehicle. Dressed in all black it emphasized her coloring and Latin heritage a little more.

“You called?” Anita couldn’t stop her gaze from sliding over the girl she now knew was the Slayer. The girl was dressed in black pants boots, and a white dress shirt her gun was at her waist and her badge. White apparently the girl hadn’t been at very many crime scenes.

“Yes we might need your help on this case.” Dolph sighed walking toward the police tape. “Zebrowski, and Finn I need you to interview the witnesses and Merloni talk to the other officers. Summers you are with me.”

Buffy slid on her gloves as they moved toward the body. As they pulled back the sheet several of the officers who were standing by quickly moved away, and Buffy didn’t blame them.

Her gaze flicked over the body and unlike everyone around her she didn’t feel like tossing up her cookies her gaze took in what was before her analyzing taking mental notes.

Anita watched the girl carefully once the body before her would have had her bent over emptying her stomach of its contents. The girl didn’t show anything as she slid on her gloves, and squatted down.

The body was covered in blood and a thick clear liquid. The body was compressed like something had squeezed it breaking all the bones in the body. There were huge gouges torn out the body one along the neck.

“Looks like something swallowed it up and regurgitated it.” Buffy frowned combing her mind for anything that could do this a snake could but she wasn’t aware of any snakes in St. Louis large enough to do this though she had heard of one going crazy at the Circus of the Damned once during a performance.

Anita was surprised at her assessment because that was exactly what had been going through her mind at the moment.

“It reminds me of a snake.” Anita knelt down motioning to one of the gouges. “But snakes swallow their meal whole they swallow it then bring it back up to take chunks out of it.”

Buffy nodded in agreement, motioning to the neck. “There’s a bite mark here, it’s the only clear bite mark.” Indicating the shoulder where there was a very visible bite mark on the shoulder of the victim. Buffy leaned in closer ignoring the scent wafting off the body. “There are puncture marks too big to be vampire perhaps what ever it was injected the victim with some type of neuro-toxin paralyzing them.”

“Well need the ME to do a swab of the wound check for that,” Anita spoke over her shoulder knowing Dolph was taking notes. “Pictures of the wounds would be nice I know a few specialists who might be able recognize the bite or the how the victim was found. Can we talk for a moment?” Anita rose up glancing at Dolph.

“Yeah that would be fine.” Dolph sighed, his gaze sliding over Buffy sometimes it worried him how well she was taking to the job. He remembered Anita when they first started working together, and as they knelt together by the body he was aware that it had taken Anita years to get to the point she was now, and Buffy was already there with only a few weeks on the job.
“Your new rookie is good.” Anita replied watching him glance back over at the girl.

“Yes she is, what did you need Anita?” Dolph asked softly meeting her gaze.

“The other evening you two seemed very close, until I saw Lucille I thought.” Anita trailed off not sure where she was going.

“You thought I was cheating on my wife.” Dolph chuckled. “If I were Buffy would be the first one to kick my ass she loves Lucille. What do you want to know Anita?”

“Who is she? I just get this feeling off her that something isn’t right.” Anita asked knowing she was going to lie, but she didn’t care she wanted to know how the girl was connected to Dolph.

Dolph glanced over to see Buffy rise to her feet and walk toward the water.

“I met Buffy when she was still a teenager or rather she was one of my cases. We didn’t actually meet until two years ago.” Dolph replied. “She was a vampire bite victim almost drowned to death but a friend saved her, but she went into a coma.” Dolph frowned as he watched Buffy lean down by the waters edge.

“I was at the hospital I don’t know why but I decided to check in on her the case always bothered me. I started going to see her more often, finally I told Lucille and she started coming to see Buffy. Buffy’s mother died while she was in a coma we got to know each other at the hospital and became friends after that. Joyce made Lucille and I Buffy’s guardians when woke up she didn’t remember a thing about her life not even about her mother we brought her home with us.” Dolph shrugged his gaze focused on Buffy as she rose up turning toward him.

“We have another body.” She called out motioning toward the water.

“Shit.” Dolph breathed moving toward the water as well.

Two hours later they had pulled 6 bodies from the water. All the victims were fairly fresh from the rate of decay all in the similar state.

“I think what ever it is we will find it in the river.” Buffy spoke to Anita not the others.

Anita met the girls gaze. “What makes you say that?” Anita asked.

“Why else would it store its food in the water?” Buffy replied moving past Anita.

Anita’s gaze followed the girl’s progress. She watched her reach out to the other new recruit touching his arm gently the other Detective had thrown up when they were lifting one body out of the water and the head popped off with a sickening gush of blood, water, and puss.

No one else noticed his hand slide to her waist. Interesting Anita thought as the two parted their hands brushed each others gently for the briefest moment. Seeming to gain control of himself Detective Finn took a deep breath and turned their gazes clashed for a minute, then he headed toward the others.

For a moment when their gazes clashed he had reminded her of Edward. Why she couldn’t say Edward would certainly never throw up at a crime scene but there was something about the Detective the way he moved perhaps.

One of the patrol men had gone and got coffee it was going to be a long night.