Visionary Kiss I & II & III
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
Views:
3,178
Reviews:
4
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Currently Reading:
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Visionary Kiss III 13
Visionary Kiss III 13
O’CONNELL’S HOME – JONATHAN’S ROOM, - NIGHT
“Jonathan, “Rick said as he took a short look at the Intruders, “haven’t I told you that you’re not allowed to have a party as long as we are away?”
“It will never happen again,” answered a relieved grinning Jonathan.
Evelyn’s husband did something remarkable. He yawned. Jonathan knew that there was nobody that could restrain the former foreign legionary but right now his brother-in-law didn't seem to be in the correct constitution for a fight.
“Therefore ladies and gentlemen,” Rick started holding both hands in a appeasing gesture, “knowing Jonathan I would think that what ever you have in mind for him he earned.”
“Do you know what you are saying?” Jonathan shrieked.
Sighing O’Connell slowly made a step forwards and explained, “You are in my house, what means in my house you have to follow my rules. First, no snakes. Secondly, decapitations or cutting of other body parts has first to be discussed with the management, and that would be me...”
Meela twisted her mouth to a nasty looking grin and flung the adder in Rick’s direction. However, he wasn't impressed, and caught the snake in mid-air, right behind its head which made it impossible for the animal to bite him.
“Hey terrific trick!” Jonathan praised him, as O’Connell looked into the snake’s eyes.
“Nice adder you have there.”
This was too much for her; Meela screamed at the her her eyes sparkling with anger “Kill him.”
The Warrior that had threatened Jonathan with his knife pulled a gun from his sash and pointed it at Rick, who reacted in a flash and flung the adder right at the Arab, where the snake immediately made itself comfortable. The man screamed and tried to remove it from his neck. It didn't react very friendly, pushing her fangs into his bearded check. Again the man screamed only this time much louder.
This turned the second warrior away, long enough so that Jonathan could use this chance to break the golden scepter out of the curator’s hands, who was watching the whole thing captivated. Jonathan then tipped his chair backwards, letting himself fall to the ground and out of the danger area.
In the mean time the still standing Warrior threw his knife at Rick, who again proved his ability, catching the weapon to fling it back, as if this were nothing more than a game of catch, although a deadly one.
The warrior ducked as the blade came back towards him missing him, but hitting his comrade who was already as good as dead, and maybe it was a blessing as the blade cut through his heart, killing him. The dead Warrior fell directly in front of Jonathan who had to climb over him, to get to Rick. He used his Scepter as some kind of stick, but before he had a chance to really get into it, he felt something holding onto his ankle. He looked down and saw the Curator, who was lusting after the Scepter trying to break it out of Jonathans grip.
Coming to the conviction that if this man wanted the relic this badly he should have it, Jonathan took a swing, bringing the heavy artifact down with as much power as possible, hitting the curator right on the head. The small man screamed, and Jonathan crept further on all fours. Jonathon discovered the bathroom door was open, and decided that it would be much braver to lock himself in and flee through the window…
Meela recognized, however, Jonathan's plan. Obvious to her that the adder was not the only snake in the room the woman called “Kill him!”
This order was barely given, as reinforcements arrived, a Warrior holding a machine-gun, looking as if he had come straight from Al Capone’s Chicago.
Jonathan was grabbed by an invisible force, a family force, he knew that feeling and so he could only scream, “Richard this way, hurry!”
O’CONNELL’S HOME – LIBRARY, - NIGHT
“Move aside,” the Arab ordered, “so I can take the box and I will let you and your son alive.”
“No,” was Evelyn’s reply.
The man only shrugged his shoulders, “Then I will kill you both and will still take the box.”
“I don’t think so.” a deep, smoky voice called.
Alex looked around his mother, who herself wanted to know where this voice was coming from, and saw a desert warrior in a dark gown with in dark sun-tanned features. His cheeks were covered with strange tattooing similar to a jigsaw puzzle. No one knew where he had come from and it seemed as if he had appeared out from nothing.
“Med-jai!” one of the men called, while their leader looked frozen in place, staring at the new arrival.
“Now look at this,” Evelyn welcomed the newcomer, holding the sword as if it were a flashlight and not a deadly weapon. “Rick would now say something like; ‘Long time no see. What brings you here?”
Without letting his eyes moving away from the intruders he bowed and said, “Perhaps we should keep the explanations for later.”
The turban wearing leader carefully took a step forward. Alex got the impression that this enemy was looking at the dark dressed warrior not only with hatred in his eyes, but also respect. He bowed and said, “Ardeth Bay.”
Ardeth Bay nodded with a friendly smile and replied; “Lock-nah.” Then he pulled out his sword from under his gown. He had not to wait long for the reaction, Lock-nah and the three warriors stormed forward swords in their hands. Bay moved a little to the side and parried Lock-n blo blows and those from a second man. The blades hit each other making rattling noises in the big hall.
During all this the little boy clasped the valued box and retired into a corner. From this position he watched, impressed, his mother swinging the sword like she had never done any other thing, looking like the female version of Zorro.
“Muherehere did you learn to fight like that?”
"I...” she fended off another blow and moaned, with every blow she got weaker, the sword simply too heavy for a woman her size, “I have no idea.”
Her next blow hit the sword of one of the warriors hard, so he lost it, but the other pressed after. She was finally forced by his superior strength to retreat. He gave her a hard push and she bumped against the wall with the book shelves; with fear and pain she yelled out.
“Mum!”
Instead of killing her, the warrior bent forward and laughing maliciously into her face; showed his decayed yellow teeth. Alex could see his mother’s face mother twisted in disgust, something that did not surprise him. What surprised him was as his mother brought her knee up, hitting the man right between his legs, making the poor soul scream in agony. But befohe mhe man had a chance to recover, Evey pushed her knee into his face making him scream again, his pain unbelievably underlined by the crunching noise of his breaking jaw. For the last time Evelyn used all her power, giving the injured person a right hook, forcing him unconsciously to the ground, knocking out some of his badly decayed teeth.
“This,” she said breathing heavily, “I learned from your father.”
The other warrior fetched his sword and was putting pressure on her once more, while she resisted courageously and skilfully. Alex had always been proud to have her as his mother, but right at this moment he was sure he had the best mother that had ever walked this planet.
O’CONNELL’S HOME – JONATHAN’S ROOM, - NIGHT
When the crook got cracking with the submachine gun, Rick made a dive in the direction he expected to find Jonathan. Gun salvos in the meantime tore the bedroom to pieces; radiators were punctured steam escaping from them, the clouds blocking the sight of the men and cries in Arabic made the chaos perfect. This made it possible for O’Connell to roll into the Bathroom and push the door closed.
Immediately the Warriors opened fire on the door, making the wood shatter. Rick was lucky to have enough time to dive to the side.
“What is all this about, Jonathan?” Rick turned expecting the man to be behind him, but Jonathan was not sight. “Jonathan?”
Wile the machine-gun fire was turning the door into toothpicks, Rick for the first time noticed the bathtub, a bubble bath ready, and beside the tub was an ice cooler with a bottle of his best champagne.
End Visionary Kiss III 13
O’CONNELL’S HOME – JONATHAN’S ROOM, - NIGHT
“Jonathan, “Rick said as he took a short look at the Intruders, “haven’t I told you that you’re not allowed to have a party as long as we are away?”
“It will never happen again,” answered a relieved grinning Jonathan.
Evelyn’s husband did something remarkable. He yawned. Jonathan knew that there was nobody that could restrain the former foreign legionary but right now his brother-in-law didn't seem to be in the correct constitution for a fight.
“Therefore ladies and gentlemen,” Rick started holding both hands in a appeasing gesture, “knowing Jonathan I would think that what ever you have in mind for him he earned.”
“Do you know what you are saying?” Jonathan shrieked.
Sighing O’Connell slowly made a step forwards and explained, “You are in my house, what means in my house you have to follow my rules. First, no snakes. Secondly, decapitations or cutting of other body parts has first to be discussed with the management, and that would be me...”
Meela twisted her mouth to a nasty looking grin and flung the adder in Rick’s direction. However, he wasn't impressed, and caught the snake in mid-air, right behind its head which made it impossible for the animal to bite him.
“Hey terrific trick!” Jonathan praised him, as O’Connell looked into the snake’s eyes.
“Nice adder you have there.”
This was too much for her; Meela screamed at the her her eyes sparkling with anger “Kill him.”
The Warrior that had threatened Jonathan with his knife pulled a gun from his sash and pointed it at Rick, who reacted in a flash and flung the adder right at the Arab, where the snake immediately made itself comfortable. The man screamed and tried to remove it from his neck. It didn't react very friendly, pushing her fangs into his bearded check. Again the man screamed only this time much louder.
This turned the second warrior away, long enough so that Jonathan could use this chance to break the golden scepter out of the curator’s hands, who was watching the whole thing captivated. Jonathan then tipped his chair backwards, letting himself fall to the ground and out of the danger area.
In the mean time the still standing Warrior threw his knife at Rick, who again proved his ability, catching the weapon to fling it back, as if this were nothing more than a game of catch, although a deadly one.
The warrior ducked as the blade came back towards him missing him, but hitting his comrade who was already as good as dead, and maybe it was a blessing as the blade cut through his heart, killing him. The dead Warrior fell directly in front of Jonathan who had to climb over him, to get to Rick. He used his Scepter as some kind of stick, but before he had a chance to really get into it, he felt something holding onto his ankle. He looked down and saw the Curator, who was lusting after the Scepter trying to break it out of Jonathans grip.
Coming to the conviction that if this man wanted the relic this badly he should have it, Jonathan took a swing, bringing the heavy artifact down with as much power as possible, hitting the curator right on the head. The small man screamed, and Jonathan crept further on all fours. Jonathon discovered the bathroom door was open, and decided that it would be much braver to lock himself in and flee through the window…
Meela recognized, however, Jonathan's plan. Obvious to her that the adder was not the only snake in the room the woman called “Kill him!”
This order was barely given, as reinforcements arrived, a Warrior holding a machine-gun, looking as if he had come straight from Al Capone’s Chicago.
Jonathan was grabbed by an invisible force, a family force, he knew that feeling and so he could only scream, “Richard this way, hurry!”
O’CONNELL’S HOME – LIBRARY, - NIGHT
“Move aside,” the Arab ordered, “so I can take the box and I will let you and your son alive.”
“No,” was Evelyn’s reply.
The man only shrugged his shoulders, “Then I will kill you both and will still take the box.”
“I don’t think so.” a deep, smoky voice called.
Alex looked around his mother, who herself wanted to know where this voice was coming from, and saw a desert warrior in a dark gown with in dark sun-tanned features. His cheeks were covered with strange tattooing similar to a jigsaw puzzle. No one knew where he had come from and it seemed as if he had appeared out from nothing.
“Med-jai!” one of the men called, while their leader looked frozen in place, staring at the new arrival.
“Now look at this,” Evelyn welcomed the newcomer, holding the sword as if it were a flashlight and not a deadly weapon. “Rick would now say something like; ‘Long time no see. What brings you here?”
Without letting his eyes moving away from the intruders he bowed and said, “Perhaps we should keep the explanations for later.”
The turban wearing leader carefully took a step forward. Alex got the impression that this enemy was looking at the dark dressed warrior not only with hatred in his eyes, but also respect. He bowed and said, “Ardeth Bay.”
Ardeth Bay nodded with a friendly smile and replied; “Lock-nah.” Then he pulled out his sword from under his gown. He had not to wait long for the reaction, Lock-nah and the three warriors stormed forward swords in their hands. Bay moved a little to the side and parried Lock-n blo blows and those from a second man. The blades hit each other making rattling noises in the big hall.
During all this the little boy clasped the valued box and retired into a corner. From this position he watched, impressed, his mother swinging the sword like she had never done any other thing, looking like the female version of Zorro.
“Muherehere did you learn to fight like that?”
"I...” she fended off another blow and moaned, with every blow she got weaker, the sword simply too heavy for a woman her size, “I have no idea.”
Her next blow hit the sword of one of the warriors hard, so he lost it, but the other pressed after. She was finally forced by his superior strength to retreat. He gave her a hard push and she bumped against the wall with the book shelves; with fear and pain she yelled out.
“Mum!”
Instead of killing her, the warrior bent forward and laughing maliciously into her face; showed his decayed yellow teeth. Alex could see his mother’s face mother twisted in disgust, something that did not surprise him. What surprised him was as his mother brought her knee up, hitting the man right between his legs, making the poor soul scream in agony. But befohe mhe man had a chance to recover, Evey pushed her knee into his face making him scream again, his pain unbelievably underlined by the crunching noise of his breaking jaw. For the last time Evelyn used all her power, giving the injured person a right hook, forcing him unconsciously to the ground, knocking out some of his badly decayed teeth.
“This,” she said breathing heavily, “I learned from your father.”
The other warrior fetched his sword and was putting pressure on her once more, while she resisted courageously and skilfully. Alex had always been proud to have her as his mother, but right at this moment he was sure he had the best mother that had ever walked this planet.
O’CONNELL’S HOME – JONATHAN’S ROOM, - NIGHT
When the crook got cracking with the submachine gun, Rick made a dive in the direction he expected to find Jonathan. Gun salvos in the meantime tore the bedroom to pieces; radiators were punctured steam escaping from them, the clouds blocking the sight of the men and cries in Arabic made the chaos perfect. This made it possible for O’Connell to roll into the Bathroom and push the door closed.
Immediately the Warriors opened fire on the door, making the wood shatter. Rick was lucky to have enough time to dive to the side.
“What is all this about, Jonathan?” Rick turned expecting the man to be behind him, but Jonathan was not sight. “Jonathan?”
Wile the machine-gun fire was turning the door into toothpicks, Rick for the first time noticed the bathtub, a bubble bath ready, and beside the tub was an ice cooler with a bottle of his best champagne.
End Visionary Kiss III 13