Disclaimer:
The characters of Buffy, Giles, Spike, Xander, Anya, Willow, and Tara belong to Joss Whydon and Mutant Enemy Productions, while the characters of Raymond Knowby, Annie Knowby, and Father Allard belong to Renaissance Pictures and Heavy Iron Studio. The story is based on both the "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" television series and on Renaissance Picture's Evil Dead series, directed and written by Sam Raimi. This fan-fic explores a crossover scenario between the Buffy and Evil Dead storylines and is not written for profit. So please don't sue me.
Buffy Context:
This story takes place in an alternate version of season six, during the autumn after Glory's defeat. The only difference is that, in this version, Buffy survived and season five had a happy ending. Hence, the Buffy characters are emotionally at the same place they were during the Glory season--Willow and Tara are still a couple, Spike's love is still totally unrequited, and Buffy's still her cheerful old slaying self.
Author's Notes:
The idea for this story came from a conversation after the Buffy vs. Dracula episode about how Buffy and the gang would fare against other horror villains. A big Evil Dead fan, the idea of the scoobies being forced to assume Ash's role in a battle against the Book of the Dead intrigued me. A lot of the fun with writing and reading this story is simply watching how the situation unfolds when Buffy and the gang are the ones faced with it, how all the classic one-liners and Evil Dead trademarks work their way into the Buffy-verse and how the different characters respond to it...
Buffy vs. the Evil Dead
by Demon-Fighter Ash
Prologue: Within the Woods
1
Bright early-afternoon autumn sunlight flickered through the green fluttering leaves of the trees lining the small street as the last of the Magic Box's customers trailed out onto the sidewalk. Giles flipped the sign on the glass door to "closed for inventory," then walked back to through the shop, while Willow and Tara sat at a table working on their college homework. Anya counted the registers carefully, then suddenly began cheering.
"We broke two thousand," she gleefully shouted, "this calls for celebration!"
"Dance of capitalist superiority," Willow asked without looking up from her book.
"Nope," she said happily, "this is bigger. Flying cartwheel of free- enterprise!"
"Not again," Giles groaned, rubbing his forehead as Anya began to somersault forward, bouncing from hand to hand through the store until she suddenly tumbled across a chair and slammed onto her back.
"Guess demons don't get to practice cartwheels much," Tara giggled as she read over Willow's shoulder.
The telephone rang and Giles looked over to Anya as she crawled back onto her feet.
"Still woozy," she shook her head, and Giles walked behind the counter as she sat down at Willow and Tara's table, picking up the phone and answering in short, clipped tones.
"Magic Box, this is Giles. How can I help you?"
"Mr. Giles," a young woman's voice answered over the phone, "it's Annie Knowby. You have to help us, I didn't know who else to call. It's about my father."
"Annie Knowby," he said, stunned, "what's happened? Is Raymond alright?"
"It's the book we found in Kandar eight years ago," she said, her voice trembling with panic, "something went wrong with the translations. He's at the mountain cabin, alone...Giles, I think he tried to read the book aloud..."
"Good lord," Giles whispered to himself, "you mean the Necronomicon?"
Willow suddenly glanced up as she heard the name, her face tensing with horrified recognition.
"Yes," Annie sobbed, "I'm on my way there now, from New York. Please meet me at the cabin, we have to make sure he's alright. I don't know how far it's gone..."
"Don't worry," Giles answered firmly, "I'm on my way. It'll just take a few hours to get ready."
"Thank you," she sighed with relief, "I'll see you there."
The phone suddenly went dead and Giles looked at it for a moment before slowly setting it back down on the receiver.
"I have to leave for a few days," he said suddenly, "Anya, can you and Xander handle the store?"
"Oh, no problem," Anya answered cheerfully, "I can make lots more money when you're not here obsessing over fair prices and store hours," she yelped as Xander elbowed her hard.
"She means we'll be alright," he answered, "what's going on?"
"Maybe nothing," he answered softly, still dazed, "but I have to go check on an old friend. I'll be back by Monday."
2
Crickets chirped in the deep forest, the ground covered with a damp blanket of rotting leaves, the trees bare and skeletal against the cloud- swept sky. The cabin sat deserted in the center of a clearing, the black wooden walls warped by decades of rain, the windows crudely boarded up from the inside.
Within the cabin, Annie Knowby lay still and silent on the living- room floor, a young woman with short blonde hair wearing a yellow blouse and khaki shorts, a thick ceremonial dagger jutting out of her spine. Her dead face suddenly rolled sideways against the ground, blank white eyes staring out the window, past the gloomy gray woods outside, and her black lips cracked upward in a cruel, sardonic smile.
"We'll be waiting for you, Rupert."
The characters of Buffy, Giles, Spike, Xander, Anya, Willow, and Tara belong to Joss Whydon and Mutant Enemy Productions, while the characters of Raymond Knowby, Annie Knowby, and Father Allard belong to Renaissance Pictures and Heavy Iron Studio. The story is based on both the "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" television series and on Renaissance Picture's Evil Dead series, directed and written by Sam Raimi. This fan-fic explores a crossover scenario between the Buffy and Evil Dead storylines and is not written for profit. So please don't sue me.
Buffy Context:
This story takes place in an alternate version of season six, during the autumn after Glory's defeat. The only difference is that, in this version, Buffy survived and season five had a happy ending. Hence, the Buffy characters are emotionally at the same place they were during the Glory season--Willow and Tara are still a couple, Spike's love is still totally unrequited, and Buffy's still her cheerful old slaying self.
Author's Notes:
The idea for this story came from a conversation after the Buffy vs. Dracula episode about how Buffy and the gang would fare against other horror villains. A big Evil Dead fan, the idea of the scoobies being forced to assume Ash's role in a battle against the Book of the Dead intrigued me. A lot of the fun with writing and reading this story is simply watching how the situation unfolds when Buffy and the gang are the ones faced with it, how all the classic one-liners and Evil Dead trademarks work their way into the Buffy-verse and how the different characters respond to it...
Buffy vs. the Evil Dead
by Demon-Fighter Ash
Prologue: Within the Woods
1
Bright early-afternoon autumn sunlight flickered through the green fluttering leaves of the trees lining the small street as the last of the Magic Box's customers trailed out onto the sidewalk. Giles flipped the sign on the glass door to "closed for inventory," then walked back to through the shop, while Willow and Tara sat at a table working on their college homework. Anya counted the registers carefully, then suddenly began cheering.
"We broke two thousand," she gleefully shouted, "this calls for celebration!"
"Dance of capitalist superiority," Willow asked without looking up from her book.
"Nope," she said happily, "this is bigger. Flying cartwheel of free- enterprise!"
"Not again," Giles groaned, rubbing his forehead as Anya began to somersault forward, bouncing from hand to hand through the store until she suddenly tumbled across a chair and slammed onto her back.
"Guess demons don't get to practice cartwheels much," Tara giggled as she read over Willow's shoulder.
The telephone rang and Giles looked over to Anya as she crawled back onto her feet.
"Still woozy," she shook her head, and Giles walked behind the counter as she sat down at Willow and Tara's table, picking up the phone and answering in short, clipped tones.
"Magic Box, this is Giles. How can I help you?"
"Mr. Giles," a young woman's voice answered over the phone, "it's Annie Knowby. You have to help us, I didn't know who else to call. It's about my father."
"Annie Knowby," he said, stunned, "what's happened? Is Raymond alright?"
"It's the book we found in Kandar eight years ago," she said, her voice trembling with panic, "something went wrong with the translations. He's at the mountain cabin, alone...Giles, I think he tried to read the book aloud..."
"Good lord," Giles whispered to himself, "you mean the Necronomicon?"
Willow suddenly glanced up as she heard the name, her face tensing with horrified recognition.
"Yes," Annie sobbed, "I'm on my way there now, from New York. Please meet me at the cabin, we have to make sure he's alright. I don't know how far it's gone..."
"Don't worry," Giles answered firmly, "I'm on my way. It'll just take a few hours to get ready."
"Thank you," she sighed with relief, "I'll see you there."
The phone suddenly went dead and Giles looked at it for a moment before slowly setting it back down on the receiver.
"I have to leave for a few days," he said suddenly, "Anya, can you and Xander handle the store?"
"Oh, no problem," Anya answered cheerfully, "I can make lots more money when you're not here obsessing over fair prices and store hours," she yelped as Xander elbowed her hard.
"She means we'll be alright," he answered, "what's going on?"
"Maybe nothing," he answered softly, still dazed, "but I have to go check on an old friend. I'll be back by Monday."
2
Crickets chirped in the deep forest, the ground covered with a damp blanket of rotting leaves, the trees bare and skeletal against the cloud- swept sky. The cabin sat deserted in the center of a clearing, the black wooden walls warped by decades of rain, the windows crudely boarded up from the inside.
Within the cabin, Annie Knowby lay still and silent on the living- room floor, a young woman with short blonde hair wearing a yellow blouse and khaki shorts, a thick ceremonial dagger jutting out of her spine. Her dead face suddenly rolled sideways against the ground, blank white eyes staring out the window, past the gloomy gray woods outside, and her black lips cracked upward in a cruel, sardonic smile.
"We'll be waiting for you, Rupert."