The Nightstalkers
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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17
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FIC: The Nightstalkers (6/?)
FIC: The Nightstalkers (6/?)
Faith swallowed as she stalked down the steps to the resistance group’s gym, her hands clammy as she gripped the adjacent steel railing. Faith took a breath, her nerves jangling. All she was gonna do was hit on a guy, something she’d been doing for close onto a decade with ease. All it took was a wink, a look, and a smirk.
‘Cept this was a different sorta guy than usual. A more sensitive, smarter sort and she didn’t have a clue how to act. Reaching the bottom of the steps she stopped at the entrance to regain her composure and looked around.
It was an extensively equipped gym, sprawling out the entire floor area of the house above. The space in front of the far wall was filled with racks containing a vast variety of modern and older weaponry. To the right was a selection of aerobics equipment – well-used stationery bikes, rowing machines, treadmills, and steppers. To the left was a substantial array of gym equipment. In addition to a long rack of dumbbells going up from five to eighty pounds, there were leg-press machines, squat racks, preacher boards, chin-up bars, bench press units, lat machines, and other pieces. The centre of the room was dominated by exercise mats on the ground and heavy bags and speed balls hanging from the ceiling. Skipping ropes, boxing gloves, and sparring mitts were neatly stacked in one corner.
The person she’d come to see was crouched in the gym’s centre, working on one of the bags, his back to her. Faith smirked slightly as she noticed something that gave her an in. Stilling the butterflies fluttering her stomach, she spoke.
* * *
Sweat beaded down Jonathan’s face as he thudded knee after knee into the heavy bag, hands around the bag, pulling it towards him. He preferred to train alone, self conscious about his lack of ability compared to the others. “John, you’re leaning forwards on your back foot, it’s taking you off balance.”
Jonathan almost fell at the unexpected voice behind him. Cheeks flushed, he spun to face the intruder. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he noticed the brunette stunner looked almost as nervous as he felt. Which was strange because she’d seemed awful confident the previous night. After a second the smoky-eyed beauty stepped into the gym. “You said you’d show me your vampire hunting innovations.”
Jonathan stared uncertainly at the east coast teen. Faith had said she was interested in seeing them the previous night, but she’d said a lot of things, not all of them nice. Reasoning that Xander would want them to keep their new ally happy at any cost, he nodded stiffly. “Sure,” he turned away from the Slayer, “if you come this way-.”
“Hey,” he turned at a hand on his shoulder, shocked just how soft the Slayer’s touch was. He was surprised to see hurt in the brunette’s expressive eyes. “I know I messed up last night. But you seem like a good guy,” the Slayer smiled tentatively. “The sort who’d maybe give a girl a second chance?”
* * *
Wesley paused at the entrance to the cafeteria, conscious that all conversation had stopped and every eye had turned to him. Quelling the unease about being the centre of attention that had plagued him since childhood, he strode over to one of the tables. “May I join you?”
Xander looked up and stared evenly at him for a second before nodding. “Sure.”
Such enthusiasm, it warmed his heart. “Thank you,” Wesley nodded at Xander before glancing towards the young man’s companion. “Miss Chase, a pleasure.” After sitting down, he turned back to Xander. “Mr. Harris, I feel it imperative we strike at Ms. Morgan.”
“Any particular reason?” Cordelia asked with more starch than a well pressed shirt.
“Yes,” Wesley nodded. “She’s the only one of the vampires important in Ripper’s organisation to spend a lot of time isolated from the others, therefore she’s weaker. Also you mentioned she runs Ripper’s administration.”
”Yeah,” Xander confirmed, “she used to be a real whiz-kid lawyer.”
“In that case striking at her would have a two-fold impact. Not only would it effect the day-to-day running of Ripper’s empire, we could also interrogate her for more information.”
“And she’s probably the weakest physically of Ripper’s aides being as she’s the youngest and doesn’t have any magical ability,” Xander mused aloud before staring back at him. “So she should be easier to capture. I assume you have a plan?”
“The beginnings of one,” Wesley hedged his bets.
Xander took a sip of his coffee before speaking. “Let’s hear it.”
* * *
Jonathan stared at her for a heart-stopping second before slowly nodding. “Sure,” the teen sounded less than certain but Faith figured she’d take whatever opening she got. “First,” the boy walked over to the far wall, Faith following behind, opened a cupboard stuck to the wall, pulled out a mace spray can, and passed it to her, “I’ve got this.”
“Thanks,” Faith stared at the self-defence item, “but I don’t ‘xactly need mace to look after myself.”
“I…I know, but that’s not filled with mace, I filled it with liquefied garlic and holy water.”
“Nice,” Faith nodded approvingly as she imagined the damage the weapon could do. “Won’t do much against a Master, but against a minor vamp, it could give you the edge. Clever.”
“Um, thanks.” Eyes still uncertain, Jonathan passed her another aerosol. “This can’s filled with its usual contents, but I engineered the nozzle so there’s a flint in it. So when you use it-.”.
“A flame spurts out,” Faith nodded. “Very cool.”
The youth stared warily at her as if suspecting sarcasm before nodding. “Thanks.” The youthful inventor passed her a pair of beautifully made brass knuckles.
”You made these?” Faith asked. The boy nodded. “Nice design.”
Jonathan pointed at the knuckles. “If you press the button on the side…” Faith cast the inventor a quizzical look before obeying. Her eyes widened as a trio of quarter inch high studs popped out of the top of the weapon. “Blessed silver with crosses engraved.” Jonathan smiled nervously. “Punch a vampire in the face with them and listen to them scream.”
“Can’t wait to try ‘em,” Faith commented.
“And then you’ve got this,” the inventor passed her a steel-capped stake. “If you miss a vampire’s heart first time but still injure it, it’ll grab the stake to pull it out, but when it grabs the stake at the steel cap to pull it out the hollow stake sends a vial of liquefied garlic and holy water into the injured area.”
“That’s just plain evil,” she shook her head disapprovingly before beaming, “I love it.”
The still uneasy youth looked down at the ground for a second before continuing. “We also use these,” the boy passed her a torch, “it shoots out an UV light that burns a vampire wherever it lands. It burns but it doesn’t kill them. And that’s about it.”
“Some wicked ideas there,” Faith complimented. “That huge brain of yours must keep the vamps hoppin’. How do you think all this stuff up?”
If anything the boy looked even more uncomfortable. “I read and watch TV a lot.” The teen smiled weakly. “Even before this, I didn’t go out much.”
Wow, way too much information. Faith shuffled from foot to foot. “Well it’s real,” she struggled for the correct word in her limited vocabulary, “resourceful.”
“Um, thanks.” The youth stared at her for a long second before speaking. “Xander always believed, even when the other two Slayers came to town and never made contact, that a Slayer would help us defeat Ripper. So he had me make some things that wouldn’t be much use for us, but would work for someone with your powers.”
”You made stuff for me?” Faith gasped. They’d made her stuff and she’d acted like a complete bitch.
“Well for whichever Slayer turned up,” Jonathan quickly down played. “First there’s a blessed silver garrotte that’ll slice through a vampire’s throat like butter.” Faith’s eyes widened as Jonathan pulled out an across body leather sheath containing four knives. “These are throwing daggers are made of teakwood. We’ve tried to use them but we’re not strong or fast enough to get a vampire with them. And then there’s this,” Jonathan pulled out a steel boomerang ending in a double-pronged silver spike at both ends.
“Wow, cool,” Faith praised. The teakwood knives were the prize, but she ached to give the boomerang a try too. “They’re wicked. Thanks.” Taken by a sudden gleeful impulse, she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to Jonathan’s cheek.
”Y…you,” the boy looked awestruck, “kissed me!”
Faith stared at the youth for a second. Fuck it. “A kiss?” she shook her head. “That ain’t a kiss.” Reaching out, she grabbed the back of Jonathan’s head and pulled him into a lip-lock, her tongue eagerly working its way into the boy’s hot mouth even as her hands softly caressed his face. As soon as oxygen became an issue she pulled away with a wink. “That’s a kiss.”
“Gah, ah,” Jonathan gulped and stared glazed-eyed. “But I thought you and Harmony? I mean,” the boy gulped, “I heard you last night….”
Faith grimaced, it sure didn’t take long for that mistake to come back and bite her on her cute little ass. “Harm was a mistake,” she chuckled bitterly. “Like pretty much every other guy or gal I’ve known.” She forced a smile. “But I figure you’re different. I figure you’re a sweetheart who could make a girl feel good.” She shuffled from foot to foot, heart racing as she looked at the target of her affections. “If you wanted to?”
She was surprised when Jonathan slid his hand into hers. “I haven’t had my breakfast yet,” the youth smiled shyly, “have you?”
Faith shook her head, suddenly shy herself. “I’m starving.”
* * *
“Here is the plan,” Xander began. “Tonight at 19:45 Fred will drive past the front of Lillah’s office. Percy will put his throwing arm to use,” Faith rolled her eyes when the former football star grinned and flexed his arm. Like that was gonna work now she had Jonathan. “By throwing a Molotov cocktail through the front window. At the same time, Wesley will be driving a car around the back, Larry will throw a cocktail through that window.” Xander paused. “With nowhere else to go, Lillah and her goons will be forced into the tunnels beneath the office. When they reach the tunnel, me, Scott, Owen, and Gunn will be waiting for them. We’ll take out as many goons as we can while herding Lillah towards Faith. Cor will be with Faith to positively identify Lillah in case Lillah brings any female minions with her. Faith knocks out Lillah and we bring her back to base.” Xander looked around. “Any questions?”
Faith swallowed as she stalked down the steps to the resistance group’s gym, her hands clammy as she gripped the adjacent steel railing. Faith took a breath, her nerves jangling. All she was gonna do was hit on a guy, something she’d been doing for close onto a decade with ease. All it took was a wink, a look, and a smirk.
‘Cept this was a different sorta guy than usual. A more sensitive, smarter sort and she didn’t have a clue how to act. Reaching the bottom of the steps she stopped at the entrance to regain her composure and looked around.
It was an extensively equipped gym, sprawling out the entire floor area of the house above. The space in front of the far wall was filled with racks containing a vast variety of modern and older weaponry. To the right was a selection of aerobics equipment – well-used stationery bikes, rowing machines, treadmills, and steppers. To the left was a substantial array of gym equipment. In addition to a long rack of dumbbells going up from five to eighty pounds, there were leg-press machines, squat racks, preacher boards, chin-up bars, bench press units, lat machines, and other pieces. The centre of the room was dominated by exercise mats on the ground and heavy bags and speed balls hanging from the ceiling. Skipping ropes, boxing gloves, and sparring mitts were neatly stacked in one corner.
The person she’d come to see was crouched in the gym’s centre, working on one of the bags, his back to her. Faith smirked slightly as she noticed something that gave her an in. Stilling the butterflies fluttering her stomach, she spoke.
* * *
Sweat beaded down Jonathan’s face as he thudded knee after knee into the heavy bag, hands around the bag, pulling it towards him. He preferred to train alone, self conscious about his lack of ability compared to the others. “John, you’re leaning forwards on your back foot, it’s taking you off balance.”
Jonathan almost fell at the unexpected voice behind him. Cheeks flushed, he spun to face the intruder. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he noticed the brunette stunner looked almost as nervous as he felt. Which was strange because she’d seemed awful confident the previous night. After a second the smoky-eyed beauty stepped into the gym. “You said you’d show me your vampire hunting innovations.”
Jonathan stared uncertainly at the east coast teen. Faith had said she was interested in seeing them the previous night, but she’d said a lot of things, not all of them nice. Reasoning that Xander would want them to keep their new ally happy at any cost, he nodded stiffly. “Sure,” he turned away from the Slayer, “if you come this way-.”
“Hey,” he turned at a hand on his shoulder, shocked just how soft the Slayer’s touch was. He was surprised to see hurt in the brunette’s expressive eyes. “I know I messed up last night. But you seem like a good guy,” the Slayer smiled tentatively. “The sort who’d maybe give a girl a second chance?”
* * *
Wesley paused at the entrance to the cafeteria, conscious that all conversation had stopped and every eye had turned to him. Quelling the unease about being the centre of attention that had plagued him since childhood, he strode over to one of the tables. “May I join you?”
Xander looked up and stared evenly at him for a second before nodding. “Sure.”
Such enthusiasm, it warmed his heart. “Thank you,” Wesley nodded at Xander before glancing towards the young man’s companion. “Miss Chase, a pleasure.” After sitting down, he turned back to Xander. “Mr. Harris, I feel it imperative we strike at Ms. Morgan.”
“Any particular reason?” Cordelia asked with more starch than a well pressed shirt.
“Yes,” Wesley nodded. “She’s the only one of the vampires important in Ripper’s organisation to spend a lot of time isolated from the others, therefore she’s weaker. Also you mentioned she runs Ripper’s administration.”
”Yeah,” Xander confirmed, “she used to be a real whiz-kid lawyer.”
“In that case striking at her would have a two-fold impact. Not only would it effect the day-to-day running of Ripper’s empire, we could also interrogate her for more information.”
“And she’s probably the weakest physically of Ripper’s aides being as she’s the youngest and doesn’t have any magical ability,” Xander mused aloud before staring back at him. “So she should be easier to capture. I assume you have a plan?”
“The beginnings of one,” Wesley hedged his bets.
Xander took a sip of his coffee before speaking. “Let’s hear it.”
* * *
Jonathan stared at her for a heart-stopping second before slowly nodding. “Sure,” the teen sounded less than certain but Faith figured she’d take whatever opening she got. “First,” the boy walked over to the far wall, Faith following behind, opened a cupboard stuck to the wall, pulled out a mace spray can, and passed it to her, “I’ve got this.”
“Thanks,” Faith stared at the self-defence item, “but I don’t ‘xactly need mace to look after myself.”
“I…I know, but that’s not filled with mace, I filled it with liquefied garlic and holy water.”
“Nice,” Faith nodded approvingly as she imagined the damage the weapon could do. “Won’t do much against a Master, but against a minor vamp, it could give you the edge. Clever.”
“Um, thanks.” Eyes still uncertain, Jonathan passed her another aerosol. “This can’s filled with its usual contents, but I engineered the nozzle so there’s a flint in it. So when you use it-.”.
“A flame spurts out,” Faith nodded. “Very cool.”
The youth stared warily at her as if suspecting sarcasm before nodding. “Thanks.” The youthful inventor passed her a pair of beautifully made brass knuckles.
”You made these?” Faith asked. The boy nodded. “Nice design.”
Jonathan pointed at the knuckles. “If you press the button on the side…” Faith cast the inventor a quizzical look before obeying. Her eyes widened as a trio of quarter inch high studs popped out of the top of the weapon. “Blessed silver with crosses engraved.” Jonathan smiled nervously. “Punch a vampire in the face with them and listen to them scream.”
“Can’t wait to try ‘em,” Faith commented.
“And then you’ve got this,” the inventor passed her a steel-capped stake. “If you miss a vampire’s heart first time but still injure it, it’ll grab the stake to pull it out, but when it grabs the stake at the steel cap to pull it out the hollow stake sends a vial of liquefied garlic and holy water into the injured area.”
“That’s just plain evil,” she shook her head disapprovingly before beaming, “I love it.”
The still uneasy youth looked down at the ground for a second before continuing. “We also use these,” the boy passed her a torch, “it shoots out an UV light that burns a vampire wherever it lands. It burns but it doesn’t kill them. And that’s about it.”
“Some wicked ideas there,” Faith complimented. “That huge brain of yours must keep the vamps hoppin’. How do you think all this stuff up?”
If anything the boy looked even more uncomfortable. “I read and watch TV a lot.” The teen smiled weakly. “Even before this, I didn’t go out much.”
Wow, way too much information. Faith shuffled from foot to foot. “Well it’s real,” she struggled for the correct word in her limited vocabulary, “resourceful.”
“Um, thanks.” The youth stared at her for a long second before speaking. “Xander always believed, even when the other two Slayers came to town and never made contact, that a Slayer would help us defeat Ripper. So he had me make some things that wouldn’t be much use for us, but would work for someone with your powers.”
”You made stuff for me?” Faith gasped. They’d made her stuff and she’d acted like a complete bitch.
“Well for whichever Slayer turned up,” Jonathan quickly down played. “First there’s a blessed silver garrotte that’ll slice through a vampire’s throat like butter.” Faith’s eyes widened as Jonathan pulled out an across body leather sheath containing four knives. “These are throwing daggers are made of teakwood. We’ve tried to use them but we’re not strong or fast enough to get a vampire with them. And then there’s this,” Jonathan pulled out a steel boomerang ending in a double-pronged silver spike at both ends.
“Wow, cool,” Faith praised. The teakwood knives were the prize, but she ached to give the boomerang a try too. “They’re wicked. Thanks.” Taken by a sudden gleeful impulse, she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to Jonathan’s cheek.
”Y…you,” the boy looked awestruck, “kissed me!”
Faith stared at the youth for a second. Fuck it. “A kiss?” she shook her head. “That ain’t a kiss.” Reaching out, she grabbed the back of Jonathan’s head and pulled him into a lip-lock, her tongue eagerly working its way into the boy’s hot mouth even as her hands softly caressed his face. As soon as oxygen became an issue she pulled away with a wink. “That’s a kiss.”
“Gah, ah,” Jonathan gulped and stared glazed-eyed. “But I thought you and Harmony? I mean,” the boy gulped, “I heard you last night….”
Faith grimaced, it sure didn’t take long for that mistake to come back and bite her on her cute little ass. “Harm was a mistake,” she chuckled bitterly. “Like pretty much every other guy or gal I’ve known.” She forced a smile. “But I figure you’re different. I figure you’re a sweetheart who could make a girl feel good.” She shuffled from foot to foot, heart racing as she looked at the target of her affections. “If you wanted to?”
She was surprised when Jonathan slid his hand into hers. “I haven’t had my breakfast yet,” the youth smiled shyly, “have you?”
Faith shook her head, suddenly shy herself. “I’m starving.”
* * *
“Here is the plan,” Xander began. “Tonight at 19:45 Fred will drive past the front of Lillah’s office. Percy will put his throwing arm to use,” Faith rolled her eyes when the former football star grinned and flexed his arm. Like that was gonna work now she had Jonathan. “By throwing a Molotov cocktail through the front window. At the same time, Wesley will be driving a car around the back, Larry will throw a cocktail through that window.” Xander paused. “With nowhere else to go, Lillah and her goons will be forced into the tunnels beneath the office. When they reach the tunnel, me, Scott, Owen, and Gunn will be waiting for them. We’ll take out as many goons as we can while herding Lillah towards Faith. Cor will be with Faith to positively identify Lillah in case Lillah brings any female minions with her. Faith knocks out Lillah and we bring her back to base.” Xander looked around. “Any questions?”