The Nightstalkers
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
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17
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3,300
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2
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FIC: The Nightstalkers (7/?)
FIC: The Nightstalkers (7/?)
Lillah yawned as she worked through the lines and lines of accounts, pointlessly but meticulously checking the numbers. After all, who would be stupid enough to steal from her master? The fates of those who’d either dared to challenge or fail him were the stuff of whispered legend.
But it was those very legends that motivated her to continue working. She glanced around, looking towards the three thick-chested vampires lounging on the couch towards the back of the lamp-lit office. Sighing slightly, she returned to her accounts, absently reaching for her glass of o’neg. It wasn’t as good as straight from the source, but Ripper insisted that she was focussed while working.
Even as she looked up to take a sip, the window exploded in a wall of flame, the stench of smoke filling her nostrils, burning the back of her throat, and the fire crackling in her ears. Shocked by the sudden explosion, she flung her blood all over herself. For a half-second she sat there in stupefaction.
Then instinct and primal fear took over. She leapt to her feet and spun to face her body-guards. “Out the back doo-, ahhh!”
Lillan dropped to the ground as the office’s rear window exploded in flames, engulfing one goon in flames. Legs rubbery with shock, Lillah pulled herself up. “Into the tunnels!” she screamed.
* * *
Xander glanced down at his cell’s beep telling him the attack had begun. Licking his lips, he looked towards the others. “Be ready!”
He pulled back his coat back and drew his stake at the sound of feet on the tunnel rungs above. The moment the first vampire, a square-torsoed, towering powerhouse, hit the ground, he lunged forward, feet sloshing in the dirty water rushing through the tunnel.
The vampire spun to face him, surprise filling its scarred face. Xander grunted as the vampire threw a right cross that missed his head but thudded into his shoulder, causing pain to reverberate through his arm and his stake to fall from his grasp, splashing in the sewage water beneath him.
Ignoring the pain, he charged on, crashing into the vampire with his left shoulder, the force of their collision knocking them into the wall, the back of his adversary’s head chipping brick as it bounced off. The snarling demon grabbed hold of his throat and began to squeeze. Air coming in desperate pants, he smashed a forearm into the vampire’s face, shattering its nose.
Blood streaming down the creature’s face, the demon flung him into the far wall. His entire body now blazing in agony, Xander flung himself to one side when the monolithic vampire charged him, leaving a hastily drawn stake for it to run on.
The moment the vampire exploded into dust, Xander looked towards his companions. “Did Lillah get past you?”
Gunn shook his head. “Chick in a power suit headed in the other direction.” The African-American grinned. “On her own.”
“Great,” suddenly weary, Xander slumped against the wall. It was all down to the Slayer now.
* * *
Faith stared out of the corner of her eye at the cheerleader stood at the tunnel’s opposite wall. She had to admit, if only to herself, the beauty had everything she’d never had but always wanted – poise, money, education. Remembering her Watcher had instructed her to try and bond with the resistance group, she figured Cordelia was her best bet. After all they had bitching hotness and a shitload of ‘tude in common.
Licking her lips, she spoke, voicing a concern that had been bugging her. “What’s it like dating?”
Cordelia started at her voice before glancing towards her, scorn in her eyes. “You’re telling me you haven’t dated?” the cheerleader scoffed. “Is it a Slayer thing, because Buffy sure was lousy with men!”
Faith shrugged with rare self-consciousness, damn this opening up crap was wicked hard. “I’ve fucked plenty, but I’ve never actually dated. I figured it was time for a change.”
“Well,” Cordelia sniffed, “Jonathan’s certainly that.”
“Hey!” Faith felt moved to defend her new boyfriend. “Johnny’s smart, sweet, and kind!”
“And about as interesting as rice paper.” Cordelia raised her hand. “But I’m not one to judge. My social standing took a serious hit when I started dating Xander.” The curvy cheerleader paused. “I learnt an important lesson then. What other people say doesn’t matter as long as he treats you right, you’re happy, and you don’t hurt anyone. Jonathan’s a little shy, but he wouldn’t hurt anyone.”
Faith opened her mouth to comment then closed it when she heard the sound of approaching sloshing. Motioning her companion to silence, she sunk back into the shadows, pressing herself against the tunnel’s wet stone. The moment the bedraggled runner drew level, Faith’s companion shrieked. “She’s the one!”
The moment the demon began to spin to face Cordy, Faith sprang out of her hiding place, catching the vampire with fang-jarring clothesline to the back of the head. The demon fell to one knee and turned its head towards her, a disbelieving look on its hideous face.
A foot to the jaw knocked the look off the monster’s face, together with knocking it shoulder-first into the wall. The monster howled before leaping out of the sewage water and charging her.
Faith leaned away from a claw swipe, snatched a hold of the attacking arm at the wrist, twisted at the waist, and straightened her arm. “Ahhh!” the demon screamed as it flew over her bent frame and crashed face-first into the far wall.
As soon as the dazed vampire managed to stumble to its feet Faith was on it, her heel kick to the back of the head knocking the unfortunate monster back into the wall. This time the demon attempted to turn to face her but she was remorseless.
Faith dropped into a crouch beneath a feeble right hook, blocked an underpowered left knee to the face on her forearm, and then snapped a blindingly fast trio of blows into the female demon’s midsection. The moment the demon started to double up, Faith surged to her feet, linked her hands around the back of the vampire’s head and yanked it down into a succession of crunching knees to the face.
”Jesus, Slayer,” she heard the resistance leader’s shocked voice behind her, “she’s out.”
”Can’t be too careful.” Grabbing two handfuls of hair, she slammed the vampire’s skull into the wall twice before dropping its limp body to the waters underfoot. “Now it’s out,” she announced. “Got the chains?” Faith grimaced inwardly. Now came the hard part.
* * *
“Aaaah,” Lillah groaned as she awoke, her face throbbing like she’d been worked over by a Sosa swung bat. Forcing her eyes open, she found herself in a dark drab room, chained to a steel gurney, and surrounded by a bunch of people she vaguely recognised and one, an ebony-eyed beauty she instinctively loathed. That bitch, she had to be the Slayer. “Ripper will make you pay for this!”
The Slayer chuckled, although her eyes remained cold. “Was I you, I’d be way more worried about myself than anyone else. ‘Ppreciate the thought tho’.” The teen’s black locks danced as she looked around. “Rest of you out,” she ordered. “Me and Wes will take care of things from her-.”
“This is my group,” the resistance leader interrupted. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I…I need to ask her questions about passwords and stuff,” a short, pale-faced boy commented. The Slayer shook her head, cupid lips opening in a protest. “I’m the only one qualified to ask them.”
“Fine,” the Slayer scowled at the boy before turning to her.
“Ah,” Lillah forced a sneer. “Young love, how sweet,” she paused. “I do so – ahhh!”
She screeched and stared in horror at the filed down steel cross the Slayer had thrust through her hand, pinning it to the gurney, smoke wafting up from the wound. “Like I said,” the raven-haired bitch calmly spoke, “was I you, I’d be more worried about myself than anybody else.”
“Oh god, owww, owww, ahhhhh.” Sweat pouring off her, Lillah forced her eyes away from her impaled hand and to the Slayer. “I won’t talk,” she promised. “Ripper would kill me.”
“And I won’t?” the supernatural warrior raised a finely mascaraed eyebrow. “Lady, you’re a dust-bag just waitin’ to happen. Only question is do you go hard or easy?”
Lillah screamed as the Slayer emphasised the point by spraying something directly into her left eye. Her eye appeared to burst into an unceasing, impossibly hot flame. “Lady,” by contrast the brunette’s voice was colder than ice, “you ain’t nothing to me. Only way to end this quickly is by giving us the answers we need.”
* * *
“Lillah’s been taken.”
Ripper swung from his perusal of the feeding pens, such delicious desperation, to face the speaker. “Taken?”
Angelus swallowed at his hard tone. “Neither her or her escort returned from the office last night. I sent one of the ‘Wanna-Bes’,” the Irish vampire referred to the humans who willingly served them either in the hope of gaining power or being turned, “to check on the office.”
“And?” Ripper impatiently growled when the vampire failed to continue.
“The office has been firebombed at the front and rear.”
“Firebombed?” Ripper’s temper flared. That damn Slayer. First all those minions, now Lillah. What next? Forcing his seething under control, Ripper smiled tightly. “So she’s working with the resistance is she? Rather than going straight at me like the last two.” He managed a laugh. “The lass has a cagier Watcher than the others. Less hidebound by tradition.” His smile was replaced by a scowl. “But it won’t make any difference. Not in the long run.”
Lillah yawned as she worked through the lines and lines of accounts, pointlessly but meticulously checking the numbers. After all, who would be stupid enough to steal from her master? The fates of those who’d either dared to challenge or fail him were the stuff of whispered legend.
But it was those very legends that motivated her to continue working. She glanced around, looking towards the three thick-chested vampires lounging on the couch towards the back of the lamp-lit office. Sighing slightly, she returned to her accounts, absently reaching for her glass of o’neg. It wasn’t as good as straight from the source, but Ripper insisted that she was focussed while working.
Even as she looked up to take a sip, the window exploded in a wall of flame, the stench of smoke filling her nostrils, burning the back of her throat, and the fire crackling in her ears. Shocked by the sudden explosion, she flung her blood all over herself. For a half-second she sat there in stupefaction.
Then instinct and primal fear took over. She leapt to her feet and spun to face her body-guards. “Out the back doo-, ahhh!”
Lillan dropped to the ground as the office’s rear window exploded in flames, engulfing one goon in flames. Legs rubbery with shock, Lillah pulled herself up. “Into the tunnels!” she screamed.
* * *
Xander glanced down at his cell’s beep telling him the attack had begun. Licking his lips, he looked towards the others. “Be ready!”
He pulled back his coat back and drew his stake at the sound of feet on the tunnel rungs above. The moment the first vampire, a square-torsoed, towering powerhouse, hit the ground, he lunged forward, feet sloshing in the dirty water rushing through the tunnel.
The vampire spun to face him, surprise filling its scarred face. Xander grunted as the vampire threw a right cross that missed his head but thudded into his shoulder, causing pain to reverberate through his arm and his stake to fall from his grasp, splashing in the sewage water beneath him.
Ignoring the pain, he charged on, crashing into the vampire with his left shoulder, the force of their collision knocking them into the wall, the back of his adversary’s head chipping brick as it bounced off. The snarling demon grabbed hold of his throat and began to squeeze. Air coming in desperate pants, he smashed a forearm into the vampire’s face, shattering its nose.
Blood streaming down the creature’s face, the demon flung him into the far wall. His entire body now blazing in agony, Xander flung himself to one side when the monolithic vampire charged him, leaving a hastily drawn stake for it to run on.
The moment the vampire exploded into dust, Xander looked towards his companions. “Did Lillah get past you?”
Gunn shook his head. “Chick in a power suit headed in the other direction.” The African-American grinned. “On her own.”
“Great,” suddenly weary, Xander slumped against the wall. It was all down to the Slayer now.
* * *
Faith stared out of the corner of her eye at the cheerleader stood at the tunnel’s opposite wall. She had to admit, if only to herself, the beauty had everything she’d never had but always wanted – poise, money, education. Remembering her Watcher had instructed her to try and bond with the resistance group, she figured Cordelia was her best bet. After all they had bitching hotness and a shitload of ‘tude in common.
Licking her lips, she spoke, voicing a concern that had been bugging her. “What’s it like dating?”
Cordelia started at her voice before glancing towards her, scorn in her eyes. “You’re telling me you haven’t dated?” the cheerleader scoffed. “Is it a Slayer thing, because Buffy sure was lousy with men!”
Faith shrugged with rare self-consciousness, damn this opening up crap was wicked hard. “I’ve fucked plenty, but I’ve never actually dated. I figured it was time for a change.”
“Well,” Cordelia sniffed, “Jonathan’s certainly that.”
“Hey!” Faith felt moved to defend her new boyfriend. “Johnny’s smart, sweet, and kind!”
“And about as interesting as rice paper.” Cordelia raised her hand. “But I’m not one to judge. My social standing took a serious hit when I started dating Xander.” The curvy cheerleader paused. “I learnt an important lesson then. What other people say doesn’t matter as long as he treats you right, you’re happy, and you don’t hurt anyone. Jonathan’s a little shy, but he wouldn’t hurt anyone.”
Faith opened her mouth to comment then closed it when she heard the sound of approaching sloshing. Motioning her companion to silence, she sunk back into the shadows, pressing herself against the tunnel’s wet stone. The moment the bedraggled runner drew level, Faith’s companion shrieked. “She’s the one!”
The moment the demon began to spin to face Cordy, Faith sprang out of her hiding place, catching the vampire with fang-jarring clothesline to the back of the head. The demon fell to one knee and turned its head towards her, a disbelieving look on its hideous face.
A foot to the jaw knocked the look off the monster’s face, together with knocking it shoulder-first into the wall. The monster howled before leaping out of the sewage water and charging her.
Faith leaned away from a claw swipe, snatched a hold of the attacking arm at the wrist, twisted at the waist, and straightened her arm. “Ahhh!” the demon screamed as it flew over her bent frame and crashed face-first into the far wall.
As soon as the dazed vampire managed to stumble to its feet Faith was on it, her heel kick to the back of the head knocking the unfortunate monster back into the wall. This time the demon attempted to turn to face her but she was remorseless.
Faith dropped into a crouch beneath a feeble right hook, blocked an underpowered left knee to the face on her forearm, and then snapped a blindingly fast trio of blows into the female demon’s midsection. The moment the demon started to double up, Faith surged to her feet, linked her hands around the back of the vampire’s head and yanked it down into a succession of crunching knees to the face.
”Jesus, Slayer,” she heard the resistance leader’s shocked voice behind her, “she’s out.”
”Can’t be too careful.” Grabbing two handfuls of hair, she slammed the vampire’s skull into the wall twice before dropping its limp body to the waters underfoot. “Now it’s out,” she announced. “Got the chains?” Faith grimaced inwardly. Now came the hard part.
* * *
“Aaaah,” Lillah groaned as she awoke, her face throbbing like she’d been worked over by a Sosa swung bat. Forcing her eyes open, she found herself in a dark drab room, chained to a steel gurney, and surrounded by a bunch of people she vaguely recognised and one, an ebony-eyed beauty she instinctively loathed. That bitch, she had to be the Slayer. “Ripper will make you pay for this!”
The Slayer chuckled, although her eyes remained cold. “Was I you, I’d be way more worried about myself than anyone else. ‘Ppreciate the thought tho’.” The teen’s black locks danced as she looked around. “Rest of you out,” she ordered. “Me and Wes will take care of things from her-.”
“This is my group,” the resistance leader interrupted. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I…I need to ask her questions about passwords and stuff,” a short, pale-faced boy commented. The Slayer shook her head, cupid lips opening in a protest. “I’m the only one qualified to ask them.”
“Fine,” the Slayer scowled at the boy before turning to her.
“Ah,” Lillah forced a sneer. “Young love, how sweet,” she paused. “I do so – ahhh!”
She screeched and stared in horror at the filed down steel cross the Slayer had thrust through her hand, pinning it to the gurney, smoke wafting up from the wound. “Like I said,” the raven-haired bitch calmly spoke, “was I you, I’d be more worried about myself than anybody else.”
“Oh god, owww, owww, ahhhhh.” Sweat pouring off her, Lillah forced her eyes away from her impaled hand and to the Slayer. “I won’t talk,” she promised. “Ripper would kill me.”
“And I won’t?” the supernatural warrior raised a finely mascaraed eyebrow. “Lady, you’re a dust-bag just waitin’ to happen. Only question is do you go hard or easy?”
Lillah screamed as the Slayer emphasised the point by spraying something directly into her left eye. Her eye appeared to burst into an unceasing, impossibly hot flame. “Lady,” by contrast the brunette’s voice was colder than ice, “you ain’t nothing to me. Only way to end this quickly is by giving us the answers we need.”
* * *
“Lillah’s been taken.”
Ripper swung from his perusal of the feeding pens, such delicious desperation, to face the speaker. “Taken?”
Angelus swallowed at his hard tone. “Neither her or her escort returned from the office last night. I sent one of the ‘Wanna-Bes’,” the Irish vampire referred to the humans who willingly served them either in the hope of gaining power or being turned, “to check on the office.”
“And?” Ripper impatiently growled when the vampire failed to continue.
“The office has been firebombed at the front and rear.”
“Firebombed?” Ripper’s temper flared. That damn Slayer. First all those minions, now Lillah. What next? Forcing his seething under control, Ripper smiled tightly. “So she’s working with the resistance is she? Rather than going straight at me like the last two.” He managed a laugh. “The lass has a cagier Watcher than the others. Less hidebound by tradition.” His smile was replaced by a scowl. “But it won’t make any difference. Not in the long run.”