Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, and I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I'd wish.
Author's note: I write this story with my best friend, MyFandomNeedsTherapy, and it's a crossover between her Anne Chronicles and Merlin. So far we've only written parts that are in the middle of the story, and not the beginning, so here it is!
For Anne this night started like an ordinary night, patrolling at the cemetery, fighting forces of evil. She had managed to convince her ex-boyfriend, Riley, to stay home, and was now on her way to the usual hangout of the living dead, the grave-yard.
With her backpack filled with stakes, holy water and juice casually drawn over her right shoulder, she stepped on the slightly damp grass, dropping her bag at the first gravestone she passed, and sat down on the stone. 'Come on, undeads, just rise already' she said, unwilling to make this a long night patrolling. Calmly she took the bottle of juice from her bag, opened it, and took a soundless sip of it.
But, as she had closed the bottle again, she felt two hands on her shoulder that roughly seized her, pulling her off the gravestone from behind. The fight started. The vampire that had attacked was pretty damn strong and Anne actually had to make effort keeping herself up in the fight. 'Die, Slayer!' the vampire growled, grabbing her and reached his head out for her neck. 'Wow, that's original.' She said sarcastically and head-butted him. The vampire walked backwards, and as he did Anne's foot kicked him in the teeth. 'You're gonna p..' suddenly something seemed to have shut the vamp up. 'I'm gonna what? Pay? What are you? A cashier?' Anne raised an eyebrow and followed the wide eyed glare of the vampire.
Right next to Spike's former crypt, a bright, swirly light had appeared, and had started to vanish already. There were just a minute ago had shone some mystical light, now lay a hot, blond guy in a chainmail and other medieval armor. His sword and armor looked too professional to be of some geek-dressing-up kind of person. Snapped out of her surprise, Anne staked the vampire, and it's dust got blown away by a calm summer breeze.
Anne pulled her stake back into her sleeve and kneeled down next to the unconscious guy. His face was sweaty and his teeth were tightly clenched, like he was in pain, but tried not to give in to that.
This was just the.. thing.. to step into the story. I hope you liked it! If you did, or didn't, let me know, so I can continue, or change something!
