Misplaced Book I: No Place Like Home
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,731
Reviews:
7
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0
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Misplaced Book I: No Place Like Home
Misplaced Book I- No place like home
Dragonfire
Summary- New place, new people, same Slayer. Well sort of. Post- Gift where Buffy discovers the powers made a little mistake in her destiny.
Timeline- post Gift for BTVS, around Killing Dance for AB
Disclaimer- don’t own BTVS or AB
Distribution- ask first
Rating- Very low R just to be safe now, will probably get higher
* * * * *
Deep beneath the bowels of the Circus Jean Claude paced restlessly. He could feel the currents of magic in the air and was disturbed. For he knew the power came from a force he had never seen before. Not even his petite could manage this.
He shook his head of another problem. His heart was in love again, and he was going to lose her. For all his pleads and threats, her obvious attraction and lust to him, he was going to lose her to the werewolf. So young and naive both of them. They truly believed they could survive touching only minimum blood and death. He hoped it wouldn’t destroy them to discover the truth.
“Damn you vampires sure can brood no matter the dimension. Would think after hundreds of years you would find something better to do.” Jean Claude turned to find the owner of the voice, a short badly dressed man reminiscent of Willie, lounging on his couch.
“Who- what are you?” Because he could sense this intruder was no human.
“A friend. And keep quiet because I don’t want to do the whole ‘I never said I was yours’ , it’s old and I’m not trying to sleep with you.” The whatever he was, made himself comfortable. Jean Claude wondered if he had a serious death wish- no way did the powers hate him this much to send a messenger who dressed like an impoverished pimp or an addicted gambler with an atrocious accent. “Good guess. And by the way I can read your mind, I’m getting insulted here. I want you to know that.”
“I’m sure you’re used to it.” Yes, they hated him. The things he did for love. That’s how this deal with the powers started. Jean Claude knew he couldn’t trust completely in the Council to save Asher after his human servant’s death. So he made a deal with a representative of the powers in exchange that one day he would help them. After so long he had assumed they forgot him.
“Oh no, buddy, they’re calling in the favor now. And would you stop thinking so loud, I’m getting a head ache. Now, the powers want your help for someone.”
“Why not get a human to do so. I assume this person is a human as well since the powers aren’t known to help vampires not their champions.”
“You assume a lot, that’s not the exact reason about vampires. But I’m not here to argue philosophy. And no, she’s not exactly human. Sit I’m going to tell a story.”
Jean Claude remained standing.
“Suit yourself. Our story begins in the late 1800’s. One of the last demons was vanquished. Which is well and good because it was trying to end the world. Problem was, it ripped barriers to other dimensions long enough that people got misplaced, they’re not where they belong.”
“Why didn’t these misplaced people notice. And you are talking in the present tense, why?”
“I’m getting to that. See, at that time for those that survived this dimension and the one they were shifted to were very alike. There weren’t any that were sensitive to the supernatural in the group. But the next generations were.
“This world should be different. By now the different weres were supposed to coming together, a coalition of sorts, that would result in peace years later. Other countries were supposed to have started recognizing vampires as having rights and stop hunting weres. Supernatural was supposed to have been seen as a gift not a curse. I’m not saying it would have happened right away. But by the next century there should be a better tolerance.”
“Sounds wonderful, what happened?”
“Some of the inner circle were descendants of the misplaced. And they landed in a pretty hellish place, a Hellmouth.”
“Mon Dieu!” Jean Claude had heard of these places where Hell spewed forth vile creatures. All had been destroyed centuries ago.
“The powers are not infallible, it took until now to realize some of their champions were these people. And most of these have a new destiny to fulfill over there, their absence would be very noticeable. Until now; we can bring one of them home.”
“What do you want me to do?” This was getting very interesting.
“Whatever is needed, you have connections. Your guest will be here soon, after she’s finished bitching at the powers for all the shit they put her through.” As he turned to leave, Jean Claude could see sorrow on the demon’s face. “Slayer’s had a hard life, but she’s a hero, one of the best. Even if she threatened to rip out my rib cage and wear it as a hat.”
Dragonfire
Summary- New place, new people, same Slayer. Well sort of. Post- Gift where Buffy discovers the powers made a little mistake in her destiny.
Timeline- post Gift for BTVS, around Killing Dance for AB
Disclaimer- don’t own BTVS or AB
Distribution- ask first
Rating- Very low R just to be safe now, will probably get higher
* * * * *
Deep beneath the bowels of the Circus Jean Claude paced restlessly. He could feel the currents of magic in the air and was disturbed. For he knew the power came from a force he had never seen before. Not even his petite could manage this.
He shook his head of another problem. His heart was in love again, and he was going to lose her. For all his pleads and threats, her obvious attraction and lust to him, he was going to lose her to the werewolf. So young and naive both of them. They truly believed they could survive touching only minimum blood and death. He hoped it wouldn’t destroy them to discover the truth.
“Damn you vampires sure can brood no matter the dimension. Would think after hundreds of years you would find something better to do.” Jean Claude turned to find the owner of the voice, a short badly dressed man reminiscent of Willie, lounging on his couch.
“Who- what are you?” Because he could sense this intruder was no human.
“A friend. And keep quiet because I don’t want to do the whole ‘I never said I was yours’ , it’s old and I’m not trying to sleep with you.” The whatever he was, made himself comfortable. Jean Claude wondered if he had a serious death wish- no way did the powers hate him this much to send a messenger who dressed like an impoverished pimp or an addicted gambler with an atrocious accent. “Good guess. And by the way I can read your mind, I’m getting insulted here. I want you to know that.”
“I’m sure you’re used to it.” Yes, they hated him. The things he did for love. That’s how this deal with the powers started. Jean Claude knew he couldn’t trust completely in the Council to save Asher after his human servant’s death. So he made a deal with a representative of the powers in exchange that one day he would help them. After so long he had assumed they forgot him.
“Oh no, buddy, they’re calling in the favor now. And would you stop thinking so loud, I’m getting a head ache. Now, the powers want your help for someone.”
“Why not get a human to do so. I assume this person is a human as well since the powers aren’t known to help vampires not their champions.”
“You assume a lot, that’s not the exact reason about vampires. But I’m not here to argue philosophy. And no, she’s not exactly human. Sit I’m going to tell a story.”
Jean Claude remained standing.
“Suit yourself. Our story begins in the late 1800’s. One of the last demons was vanquished. Which is well and good because it was trying to end the world. Problem was, it ripped barriers to other dimensions long enough that people got misplaced, they’re not where they belong.”
“Why didn’t these misplaced people notice. And you are talking in the present tense, why?”
“I’m getting to that. See, at that time for those that survived this dimension and the one they were shifted to were very alike. There weren’t any that were sensitive to the supernatural in the group. But the next generations were.
“This world should be different. By now the different weres were supposed to coming together, a coalition of sorts, that would result in peace years later. Other countries were supposed to have started recognizing vampires as having rights and stop hunting weres. Supernatural was supposed to have been seen as a gift not a curse. I’m not saying it would have happened right away. But by the next century there should be a better tolerance.”
“Sounds wonderful, what happened?”
“Some of the inner circle were descendants of the misplaced. And they landed in a pretty hellish place, a Hellmouth.”
“Mon Dieu!” Jean Claude had heard of these places where Hell spewed forth vile creatures. All had been destroyed centuries ago.
“The powers are not infallible, it took until now to realize some of their champions were these people. And most of these have a new destiny to fulfill over there, their absence would be very noticeable. Until now; we can bring one of them home.”
“What do you want me to do?” This was getting very interesting.
“Whatever is needed, you have connections. Your guest will be here soon, after she’s finished bitching at the powers for all the shit they put her through.” As he turned to leave, Jean Claude could see sorrow on the demon’s face. “Slayer’s had a hard life, but she’s a hero, one of the best. Even if she threatened to rip out my rib cage and wear it as a hat.”