Cross over with Jeepers Creepers. As always the only thing that belongs to me is the plot. The Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters belong to the genius that is Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox, etc. The Creeper is the brain child of Brad Parker and others.

Some of the dialogue between Parker and Buffy and Buffy and Spike is taken from the BtVS episode 'Harsh Light of Day' and was transcribed by Joan the English Chick at the site . Thanx so much Joan, you're a life saver (hugs and puppies forever ; )

~Dire Banshee

Warnings: Major character death throughout, angst, violence

Day 1

"So where'd you guys say you found this again?" Riley Finn asked the small group of soldiers.

"It was in one of the tunnels," Forrest said, referring to the honeycomb of natural caverns the Initiative base resided in. "What do you make of it Finn?"

"I'm more of a retrieval guy," the soldier admitted and resumed studying the thing Forrest's team had brought in.

It had what he assumed to be wings wrapped around its body, hiding it from sight with several flaps of skin covering the head in a similar manner. To him it looked like a giant cocoon, but Riley somehow doubted that a butterfly would hatch out of it. He couldn't wait to hear what Professor Walsh though of it.

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The 23 days were about to begin and the creature slowly came awake, taking stock of organs and its surroundings; inhaling the many scents as its lungs began to function once more. Its sluggish heartbeat slowly increased, pumping blood through its body, feeding the large wings that had cocooned it through its long hibernation. The caul of flesh covering its face rippled and drew back as its wings fell to its sides, tucking against its back as it sat up, effortlessly breaking the flimsy restraints that tied it to the table. It looked around the room with milky eyes. It was not in its resting place and this room was filled with the stench of demons and the sweet scent of its prey. Its lips pulled back in a savage grin, revealing sharp, jagged teeth and its nostrils flared as it scented the air.

Let the hunt begin.

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Riley never knew what hit him. One minute he was delivering a report and the next there was an excruciating pain in his back, the sensation of being thrown, then the horrible gulping sounds from somewhere behind him. The soldier struggled to draw a breath as a hot fluid he dimly recognized as blood pooled beneath him.

Then the screams began…

Then nothing at all…

Day 5

Professor Margaret Walsh sat in her office, writing her report. Several nights ago something had happened inside the Initiative…and it was her job to find out what. From what she and others had been able to glean from the handful of survivors she knew that Forrest and several others had discovered something in one of the caves and brought it back for analysis…and the something had woken up. Descriptions were sketchy at best; some said that it looked like a giant cocoon, others that it resembled the Mothman of West Virginia among other places. She'd ask Forrest himself but for the fact that he was missing as was Finn and almost a hundred others.

The floors and walls of the complex were coated in blood with not a body to be found. She and several commanding officers had discovered the twenty-three survivors huddled in one of the holding cells, some terrified to the point of catatonia. What could so petrify so many seasoned soldiers who dealt with hostiles and sub-terrestrials on a nightly basis? Maggie had no idea.

Locking the report in a hidden safe she locked her office and headed home, her mind a whirl of thoughts. She was so preoccupied that she never heard the rustle of wings in the darkness or the steady approach of booted footsteps on the sidewalk behind her until she was grabbed from behind and a clawed hand tore her throat out.

"The False God," a voice growled.