Disclaimer: Buffy The Vampire Slayer: The Series is written by the fallowing people: Joss Whedon, Marti Noxon, Jane Espenson, David Fury, Douglas Petrie, David Greenwalt, Rebecca Kirshner, Drew Z. Greenberg, Dean Batali, Rob Des Hotel, Steven S. DeKnight, Drew Goddard, Tracey Forbes, David Tyron King, Ashley Gable, Matt Kiene, Joe Reinkemeyer, Thomas A. Swyden, Dan Vebber.
Blade is written by David S. Goyer. Blade 2 and 3 is written by Marv Wolfman, Gene Colan, David S. Goyer.
I don't own or will ever have any part in writing these series or movies. There will be more crossovers in later chapters. Yes, the disclaimer will get longer. I am not putting a disclaimer for her the main character's master's show because it is suppose to be a surprise.
Author of this fanfic: toowhiteprincess
Email me: of first chapter: Dawn is turned in Europe and taken away from Buffy for seven years. Dawn is taken from her master to a new world were she is forced into a new world. There will be some kicking and screaming along the way.
Pairing: None mentioned.
Crossover fanfic: Blade 2 & 3, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: the series. There will be more added, later.
Warning: Blood. Bad driving. Magic use.
Rating: M for safety reasons.
Feedback: Very welcome! This fanfic may be changed dramatically. I need suggestions on character development and errors.
It Could Happen.
Chapter 1- Dawn is Bleeding
Dawn repeatedly threw her bruised body against her cherry wood coffin wall. The sealed lid did not seem to give up its air tight resistance. She kicked her long legs and her fingers clawed the wood above her, allowing blood to drip on her chest and face. Her skin on her fingers is beginning to peal back showing bone. Her fruitless cries could not be heard outside the airtight closed coffin. As her body shifted the coffin moved with her. Dawn could only feel hate for anyone who would even try to take her away from her master.
Her long brown hair had tossed into to what looks like a rat's nest soaked in blood. Her hair acted the same way Dawn felt as it dripped with her own blood. The pink left strap of her PJ's top dangled and moved with her well shaped body. Her naked legs were covered in bruises as she moved and kicked the sides of the coffin. Even with no hope of escaping her coffin Dawn kicked and scratched.
Streams of blood trickled from her sore finger tips when she continued her assault on her coffin lid, again. Red gashes and drops of her own blood began to hit her face becoming a stream of blood down her cheek. The soft silk fabric beneath her only hindered her way out. She slipped several times trying to kick the coffin lid open. The silk begin to clang to her back making a slushy sound.
Bang, Bang, Bang. Her fists hit the coffin making it jump. Her body turning and twisted in an effort to continue her assaults on the lid.
Buffy shouted from her perch on top of the coffin as her hands gripped the lid for dear life. "Willow, Do It Now!" Buffy fought the offending coffin as she rode it like a bucking bronco in with none of the flare of a Spanish bull fighter. She did not mean to shout but her fight with a coffin made her want to kill something. If only, the coffin could be vampire, she could stake it. The offending coffin held something that she wanted to keep safe. However, the object of her tireless hate is a coffin and not a vampire. The vampire inside needed to live. Buffy preyed that it would not be too late to save her vampire sister, Dawn.
It took all of her strength to hold it closed. Riding a coffin did not come with a manual. Coffin riding should be a sport for the most fit, Buffy decided for herself. Then, her head hit the ceiling of the car. The thonking noise could be heard by everyone in the car. If anyone had a pill to take the pain way right now she would kiss them. "Darn coffin! My head hurts." One of her hand went to her head while the other gripped the coffin lid as she almost slid off.
Willow is in the passenger seat next to Spike. She looked through all her books for that spell that puts souls back into vampires. One of these days, she would have to write that spell down. The pages made their soft paper sounds as she sifted threw them.
She licked her lips and turned another page. Willow had insouled Angel before but she did not have a post-it note on the page. She secretly hoped that she would never again have to insoul another vampire one more time. The mere power of the act of insouling a vampire made her thirst for more power.
Spike drove like a mad man. This could have been because a coffin is hitting the back of his seat. He would have rather drove the U-Haul(TM) that had Dawn's clothes in it but Angel chose to drive that vehicle. If he knew what was going to happen, he would have insisted to spend more time with Faith in the U-Haul(TM). The coffin did not leave much space to drive a car.
His legs were crunched up against the steering wheel. He is wondering if his legs would tighten up sending them into the innocent trucker ahead of them. Spike shifted for tenth time against his seat. The coffin had hit him in the back, again.
Willow held up an orb as high as she could trying not to scrap her knuckles on the roof of the car, she failed. "Spike, stop driving like that!" As she tried to keep a hold on the orb she started to chant. Her fingers kept a firm grip on the orb as she bounced up and down in the passenger set. Her hands started to sweat as the energy from her body and the orb activated. Being hit on the head with a glass orb right at this second would not be the best idea.
An activated magical item could even kill her if used correctly. Willow even found out that a simple warming charm might burn a hole thought her hand if she did not wear gloves to activate it. This was no warming charm. Orbs could be unpredictable and easily used for evil.
Yes, Willow knew evil. She hoped that her body is pure enough to make such a pure soul like Dawn's return. Pure souls like Dawn's where reserved for heaven not earth. Would the evil that posses Dawn fall away and give into the light? Willow gripped harder onto to the now sweaty orb.
Angel tried to keep his eyes on the road as rain pound the roof of the U-Haul(TM). It is hard to believe how everyone would fit into that car, least of all with a coffin ahead of him. Also, with Buffy's temper, he did not complain about his pick of vehicle to drive.
He almost jumped in the U-Haul. Faith had slipped into the U-Haul when no one was looking. Neither of them wanted to suffer the wraith of Buffy.
Faith called Spike on her cell phone and left the message. "Spike, there must be one pot-hole that you did not hit, yet." Faith wanted to get comfortable but Angel had turned the radio station. She could not stand his choice of station. Her mind could not help be fixed on the car ahead of them. Faith had been told for the second time to keep her boots on the floor and not out the window. Angel did not want her being comfortable in a situation like this one. At least, that is what Faith told herself.
The car swerved as the coffin hit the back of Spike's seat. By this time, he wanted to smash the coffin open and tell Dawn to stop. He could not bring himself to face Dawn. He did not want to hurt her. "Buffy keep that lid tight." Spike said as he tried to focus on the road. He did not want to think about how no one could save Dawn from being saved. Even more so, he did not want to think about how long it took them to try to save her.
Willow continued chanting until a light exited from her mouth. Her eyes black, her skin pale and words echoed as the orb glowed. "Willow we can't have her going back to her, Master," Buffy said. The light that exited Willow did not seem to be hindered by the roof of the car. The light became a beckon for the supernatural. Tonight, a soul would enter back into a vampire. Dawn would have a soul even if Willow would have to give up her own sanity.
Willow added some words to the spell as the light left the car with an even brighter light. If the spell worked, Dawn would have a soul. Not only would she have a soul, Dawn and her master would not know each other. Dawn would not even sense his presents.
Inside the coffin, Dawn felt her soul entering her body and all went silent. She proceeded to faint from the loss of blood. Dawn's body felt cold and hot at the same time. Her eyes rolled back as her fingers continued to drip blood.
Flashback-----------7 years ---
This is the first time Dawn had ever experienced Europe. Her mind had been filled with stories about unknown artists painting on the streets. Her art teacher told her that someone might even paint her picture.
What would she say when she came back with a painting? Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she thought of all the fabulous sights she would find. First, Dawn and Buffy went to the hotel to drop of their luggage.
Buffy and Dawn brought their sketch books with them. They debated on what they wanted to paint more. "Dawn, we are going to have fun." Buffy seemed to want to convince herself that a slayer could have fun without killing vampires.
Dawn smiled and took out her ebony pencil. "Ok, you be my first model." She had not decided what to paint, yet. Drawing the picture first seemed the best way to start instead of carrying all of her painting gear with her.
Buffy tossed her hair acting like a high class model. Her high heals hit the pavement with a scratching sound. "This is my better side." She sat down and crossed her legs to the side.
Dawn giggled and started to draw her sister's picture. "Perfect." It took a few minutes but by that time a waiter had given them free tea for a different picture of him Dawn was done. This was the perfect place to paint.
Dawn sketched a picture of the waiter. Buffy sipped her tea like a queen. "Is this not lovely?" She batted her eye lashes. Buffy smiled and walked out the door like a run way model. Dawn smirked as she held her sketch book to her chest.
At the hotel, to the left of Dawn a man whispered, "Mam-." Before, Dawn could turn around a man stole her away to a place unknown. Her sketchbook dropped to the floor.
"I will take care of you my kitten." Night fell early and Dawn found herself with some stranger. He put some sort of trance on her and she found that she did not want to move. He is the most hansom man in the world and he wanted her. This mind trick worked well with so many.
Her mind became overwhelmed with thoughts that made her blush. Did men often do this to pretty young women? "We will be home, soon."
He leaned over and kissed her neck. His fangs pierced her skin and she drank from his exposed wrist. "Soon, my Kitten we will be home."
Her body relaxed against him as she slipped into darkness.
End of flashback
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Final edit, I promise. March 24, 2007
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