Disclaimer: Don't own or claim rights to Buffy or Hannah Montana
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Claim: Crossovers (Hannah Montana)
Rating: PG
Drabbles completed so far: 1/100
This was Hell.
Purely and simply, this was Hell.
Maybe he should rephrase that: this was HELL!
How the hell had he come to this? It was … bloody unbelievable, that's what it was. Last thing he knew, he was burning up inside the Hellmouth, giving his life to save the world, and next thing he knew he was a ghost, of all things, stuck in the Malibu-style house of a single dad with two kids. Two teenage kids. The elder of which was a teeny-bopper 'rock' star who sang all kinds of painful twaddle when she wasn't mooning around with her bloody kiddie friends. Even the Slayer and her pals weren't this bad, surely.
And it only got worse. 'Cause the father? Some bloody rockabilly wanna-be, who kept asking him, surely he knew! Bloody mullet-headed hillbilly. Who the hell knew about some bloody stupid song called 'Achy Breaky Heart?'
Simply put: Hell!