Disclaimer: I don't own them. BtVS and Angel characters belong to the almighty Joss Whedon, ME, and whoever else owns them. Max belongs to James Cameron and FOX, Sara Pezzini belongs to TNT, and X:WP characters belong to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures. But I do own Alexis and Cayden, they're mine, all mine! Hehe. : )
Timeline: BtVS - Sometime after Riley left, main reason why Buffy's all bitter in the story. Angel - Sometime after Pylea. Dark Angel and Witchblade - anywhere in the show.
Author's Note: This is the first fan fiction I've ever written and, as you can guess, is a crossover. It's from my own twisted mind, where my imagination went stir crazy. I don't really know where any of this comes from. It switches from first person POV to third person POV. Hope it doesn't confuse you much. No beta reader, I apologize for all mistakes made. Oh, and Dawn and Glory never existed.
Dedications: This is dedicated to Ashley. Where ever you are, just know you have a piece of my heart.
© April 2004
Prologue
SOMEWHERE IN A SMALL TOWN IN CALIFORNIA
Oh shit, Alexia's going to be here any minute! Looking at the mirror I checked myself out. I have to admit I look good. I can't believe I'm going out to dinner with THE Alexia Garner! The most beautiful and popular girl in school. It's not what you think. We're just good friends but I have a little more than friendly feelings towards this girl.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
That must be her. I answer the door and I'm left speechless. There before me stood a vision of beauty that cannot be described.
"Hey," Alexia said as she gave a little wave and a slight smile.
"Hey," I said faintly. Wow! She's looking totally hot. Am I drooling? Okay Cayden, breath. I realize that she was still outside and I'm standing in the doorway like an idiot. "Come in." I step aside to let her in and followed her into the living room, taking in the short tight red dress that brings out the auburn high lights in her hair, and fashionable calf high boots. The girl had style. No doubt about it. "We don't have to be at the restaurant for a while so I though we'd hang out here," I offered. And maybe have a little hot and heavy make out session with lots of groping... Stop it! She's just a friend and we're just hanging out. That's what friends do...hang out...and stuff. God, how can I control myself around her.
"That's cool," she replied before taking a seat on the couch then asked, "Want to relax and watch some TV?" That sounds innocent enough.
"Sure. Want anything to drink?"
"No thanks," said Alexia with a shake of her head. She grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned on the TV. I move to sit next to her, trying to be as close to her as possible but keeping a friendly distance away. She channel surfed a bit, then settled on a movie playing on HBO. It's 'Bring It On'. I love this movie! Mostly because Eliza Dushku is my favorite celeb and one hell of a hottie. Alexia set down the remote and settled back on the couch. It's getting to my favorite part. When Missy arrives at the gym to try out for the Toro's cheerleading squad. I was starting to get into the movie when I felt movement beside me. I glanced to my right when Alexia scooted a little closer and rested her head on my shoulder. My body grew tense as my eyes widened. Okay, I need to chill out. I take a couple of deep breaths and relax. I hope she didn't feel me tense up just a while ago. She looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, a soft smile playing on her angelic face. "Hope you don't mind. I just wanted to rest my head," she said softly.
"No prob," I said with a little shrug. Of course I don't mind! I just know I have a goofy smile on my face, but I can't help it. She just has this affect on me. I put my arm around her shoulders and she snuggled closer to me as we get comfortable watching the rest of the movie. God, how I love her. I wish I had the guts to tell her though. I'm just too chicken. She's as straight as an arrow anyway. I sighed. I'll just content myself by holding her and indulge my fantasies...
SUNNYDALE
Fighting ensued in the old abandon warehouse by the docks, as the Chosen One and her Scoobies try to prevent another apocalypse.
With sword in hand, Buffy fought her way through the demons and vampires to get to the leader at the back of the warehouse. The demon was chanting in the midst of the battle, trying to bring Hell on Earth. She looked around seeing Giles, Xander, and Anya holding their own, while Willow and Tara were in the corner chanting, trying to counter the spell the leader was performing.
Towards the end of the spell, Buffy could see that the Wicca's were tiring. She had to end this and end it fast, and the only way to do that was to kill the source of the spell, the demon who was currently chanting a few feet in front of her. Determined, she charged to the demon, dusting vamps and killing other demons along the way. When she finally reached the leader, she ran her sword through the demons heart, causing to gasp as it's eyes popped open.
There was a bright flash that enveloped the warehouse, then silence. The remains of slayed demons and dusted vamps were all that were left in the old abandoned warehouse as Spike came charging in. He looked around in confusion, "Where the bloody hell is everybody?"
L.A.
The wind blew widely as the demon chanted, causing a portal to open up in front of him.
"Enough with chit chat, let's dance," said the dark figure behind him.
The demon laughed maliciously as he turned around, his voice low and gravelly. "You're too late slayer. The portal has opened, and soon hundreds of my minions will be pouring out of it. There will be nothing you can do to stop me."
"Wanna bet," said another voice from behind Faith. Six figures stepped out of the shadows and behind the dark slayer.
The demon roared then charged the group, with a horde of minions following him. Faith grinned, "Let's party." She unsheathed her sword and dagger and went to work with the demon closest to her.
Angel wielded a sword and Gunn with an ax, while Wesley and Cordelia took aim with their crossbows and Fred and Lorne dispensing the arrows out of the bag she was holding.
"Faith, look out!" Cordelia called out as she aimed her crossbow at the slayer's direction. As was told, Faith hit the floor as the former May Queen shot the arrow, one of the demons fell dead beside her.
Faith got up, dusted herself off and called back, "Thanks C." She then winked at the other girl before she continued slaying.
The fight was getting fierce as waves of demon rushed out of the portal, it was becoming overwhelming for the L.A. gang. They needed to close the portal soon.
"Wes, Fred, the potion. Now!" yelled Angel as he decapitated another demon. They were beginning to tire, he didn't know how long they could hold off the attacks.
Fred handed Wesley an arrow with a glass vile, containing a green substance, attached to it. The ex-watcher loaded his weapon and aimed at the portal. He took a deep breath, then squeezed the trigger. The arrow shot out of the crossbow.
"NOOO!" the demon leader screamed as the arrow shot into the portal. Everyone covered their eyes to the blinding flash that followed. Once it had subsided, there was no portal, no demons...and no members of Angel Investigations. There was only a deserted alleyway and the rustling of newspapers.
21ST CENTURY POST-APOCALYPITIC SEATTLE
In the dark hours of the night a motorcycle raced through the deserted city highway. The motorist, decked in black leather, looked over her shoulder. A black military vehicle was trailing close behind.
She swerved through alleyways in an effort to lose them. Max cursed as she heard the squeals of the vehicle's tires behind her. Lydecker wasn't going to give up so easily. Why did she go back to Manticore? She just had to see what was going on at genetics lab. Well, it was no use thinking about that now.
Max saw a tunnel ahead and revved up her motorcycle. She was almost to the end when a bright light encompassed the whole tunnel. Max tried to halt her bike and shield her eyes at the same time. Echoes of tires squealing and a bike skidding down the pavement could be heard as the light dimmed then disappeared.
Lydecker jumped out of the vehicle and ran over to the fallen motorcycle. He found the motorcycle, but not the rider. Cursing, Lydecker searched around but couldn't find her anywhere. Where could she have disappeared to?
NEW YORK CITY
Sara Pezzini and Ian Nottingham stood on opposite end of the long elegant table in the mansion of the once living Kenneth Irons.
"You have killed my father Sara," Nottingham said calmly as he held the mystical spear that Irons had once used on the homicide detective. "I do not wish to do this, but I must avenge his death." He suddenly lunged the spear across the table at Sara.
Sara quickly drew right arm up, as the witchblade transformed itself into a gauntlet with a shield. After deflecting the blow, Sara stepped back and raised the gauntlet up in order to activate the witchblade as a weapon. Thunder and bright flashes surrounded her and Nottingham turned his head from the light, when he looked back again, he was surprised to see that the detective had vanished.