The Mother of All
A Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel/Charmed/Supernatural crossover
By Nintendoman01
Author's Note:
I came up with this idea on a whim, and after reading The Night Lord's Inferno and Inferno II: Lucifer Rising. I'm really just seeing where it goes here. Constructive criticism is appreciated, but I will not tolerate flames of any kind; if you don't like it, then don't read it.
I'm trying to keep it at a Teen rating, but let's just say I'm gonna push the boundaries a bit.
This fic takes place after the events of A Beautiful Sunset, Appointment in Samarra, Forever Charmed, and Angel: Aftermath, with some mild AU here and there. Okay, here we go...
Prologue
Slayer HQ, Scotland
Tuesday, March 15, 1:30 P.M.
"How are you feeling?" Xander asked
"Like a mummy," Buffy replied, "One of the Egyptian kind."
"But apart from that?"
"A little sore. I'll be fine. I'll heal."
"You took a nasty beating from this guy, whoever he is."
"I don't know. When we were fighting, he said a few things, hinting that I know him. But I have no idea who he is. Apart from the fact that he's very strong and can fly."
"You shouldn't let that get you down," Xander said, "You'll come through with this in the end. You always do."
"This time, I'm not so sure," Buffy said, "I may not be able to beat this guy."
"Well, I've some girls researching about Twilight, see what we can find."
"The girls that are at least still sober, right?"
"Yeah, there are some girls that aren't as drunk as the others. Dawn for one."
"She's a giant. Do you have any idea how much she would have to drink?"
"I think ten times more than what Spike used to drink. I've noticed how you're changing the subject."
"I'm not changing the subject," Buffy said, "Okay, maybe I am. But I've got a lot of stuff to deal with. Amy, the army, Dawn, now this Twilight guy."
"Hey, it's okay," Xander reassured, "We'll be fine. We can take some of the load."
Buffy sighed and placed a hand on her bandaged forehead, before looking at her best friend, a small smile appearing on her face.
"I wonder if there's anything left downstairs."
"Let's find out."
With that, Xander gently took Buffy's hand and helped her up, and they made their way downstairs, unaware of a mysterious figure that was floating outside the window, watching them. After a moment, the figure was engulfed in an obsidian mist and disappeared.
St. Matthews Hospital, Los Angeles, California
Tuesday, March 15, 8:30 P.M.
Angel pulled his Plymouth GTX into the driveway of St. Matthews and exited. He had just finished up his latest case, having quashed a hit organized by the demon loan shark Teeth, a.k.a. Bro'os, and was now embarking on his on-his-way-home ritual: a quick stop at the hospital where Charles Gunn was interred.
Angel thought back to the events that led to this: in revenge for his betrayal of them, the Senior Partners had transferred the entire city of Los Angeles into a hell dimension, where he was turned into a human and Gunn was turned into a vampire. Knowing that the Senior Partners' plans depended on him, Angel had provoked Gunn into killing him, forcing the Partners to rewind time to revert the Fall of L.A. With that, Angel had managed to save Gunn from the vampire that would have sired him, and took him to St. Matthews to treat the severe wounds that he had suffered battling Senator Brucker and her vampire flunkies, where he had fallen into a coma. Though he remained comatose, Gunn's condition was slowly but surely improving. Furthermore, despite the time reversion, everyone in Los Angeles remembered their time in hell, and Angel and his colleagues were revered as heroes.
Thus, the moment he entered, several people within eyesight stopped to wave. Angel waved back out of politeness, as this had grown a bit tiring. Ever since the Fall was reversed, he and the rest of Angel Investigations had become something of celebrities. Everybody would stop them to chat, take a picture, or try to get an autograph. A.I.'s business had also dwindled somewhat, as several potential clients had turned out to simply be fans and admirers wanting to see him rather than people who actually needed help. Fortunately, most of this annoying behavior had dwindled over time, and now was limited to a few friendly greetings.
Deciding to take no further notice of any of his fans, Angel strode past them and made his way to Gunn's room, where he was unsurprised to see Illyria standing near the wall, watching Gunn intently. He nodded in acknowledgement, getting a nod in return, and took a seat next to Gunn's bed.
"Hi, Gunn," he said out loud. "It's me again."
Gunn, of course, didn't answer, but Angel continued anyway, telling him on what was going on with them. Thanks to his newfound celebrity status, Angel had managed to reestablish Angel Investigations in their old stomping grounds, the Hyperion Hotel. Spike and Connor had rejoined, along with Illyria, and they were also joined by Gwen Raiden and Kate Lockley, with the Groosalugg, Lorne, and Nina Ash helping them every once and a while alongside newcomer Desdemona, or Dez, and Laura Weathermill, a former Watcher.
Angel calmly sat with Gunn for an hour before standing up, ready to take his leave. After a moment, he produced an Angel Investigations business card from his duster pocket and laid it on the nightstand before making his way out.
As soon as he exited the hospital, Angel could sense that something was off. He stopped short and turned to see a mysterious figure leaning against his car. Unbeknownst to Angel, this was the same figure who had been previously spying on Buffy and Xander in Scotland.
Angel approached him, ready for any kind of attack as he observed the figure. It was a tall, well-built man, dressed in a black-and-silver striped turtleneck sweater and dark blue denim pants underneath a dark green trench coat with black-and-silver striped interior lining that matched his shirt. He also wore a navy blue fedora on his head and a pair of translucent blue sunglasses, along with knee high black leather boots and black fingerless leather gloves. To complete the look, he bore a bizarre red symbol on the chest of his sweater, said symbol appearing to be a pole with a horizontal triangle protruding from the middle.
If his wardrobe wasn't strange enough, his physical appearance certainly was. Dark blue veins protruded out from his face, which was deathly pale, his hair was a deep bluish-black, his ears were slightly pointed, and his eyes, visible even through his shades, were a vibrant gold with black sclerae.
"Well now, what can I do for you?" Angel asked calmly as he reached the figure.
The man grinned, revealing a pair of slightly-enlarged canines.
"The name's Oswald Krueger, but you can call me Ozzy," he said, tipping his hat. "I just came to talk, Angelus."
"My name is Angel," Angel replied automatically. "I'm just gonna take a wild guess and say that you're not human, are you?"
Ozzy chuckled. "Well, you catch on quick. Let's just say I'm... unique. I come here on behalf of my mistress, the Mother of All."
"Never heard of her," Angel replied.
"You should've," Ozzy said. "She is the progenitor of all monsters on this planet, including you and I. Soon, she will walk the Earth again."
"And why exactly are you telling me this?" Angel asked, slowly lowering himself into a combat stance.
"I'm merely giving you a chance to embrace your nature as a vampire and join us. When the Mother comes, the human cattle will be domesticated, and a new Primordium Age will begin."
Angel only took one-eighteenth of a second to consider his response, and lashed out with a snap-kick, only for Ozzy to catch his foot with ease and flip him through the air, where he hit the ground with a thud.
"Figures you wouldn't go for it," Ozzy said calmly. "I'll give you time to consider my offer."
With that, Ozzy vanished in a cloud of black mist, leaving Angel alone. After a minute, the vampire got to his feet and slid into his car. It looked like Angel Investigations had a new threat to deal with.
Alley Behind P3, San Francisco, California
Tuesday, March 15, 8:30 P.M.
At the same time as Angel's brief confrontation with Ozzy, another one was happening in the alleys behind a San Francisco nightclub.
Piper just barely managed to duck as a massive fist whistled through the air and slammed into the concrete wall where her head was just a few seconds earlier. The fist shattered the concrete on impact and sank deep into the wall. Piper quickly scrambled away as the fist's owner struggled to remove his arm from the wall.
Phoebe saw her chance and took it. Levitating into the air, she kicked the Brute demon in the face with all her might. The blow forced the Brute's head back a bit, but that was about it.
The Brute swatted her away with his free hand, and finally pulled his fist out of the wall just as Paige entered the fray. With her telekinetic orbing, she levitated a garbage can and threw it at the Brute, hitting him in the head.
Seizing the opportunity, Leo produced a potion from his jacket pocket and shattered it over the Brute's head. Almost immediately, the Brute burst into flames and vanished with a scream.
"God, I'm getting tired of this shit." Phoebe muttered as she got to her feet.
Piper and the others agreed on that. It had been three months since the "Ultimate Battle" that had been prophecied by the Angel of Destiny. Despite what they had believed, their battles with evil magical beings were not over, and supernatural activity only seemed to increase more and more as time went on. The fight with the Brute Demon was only the latest.
"Is this ever gonna end?" Piper wondered aloud.
"It will, but not in the way you expect."
The sisters and Leo whirled in the direction of the new voice to see a man standing behind them. Well, it was hard to tell if it was a man due to the mask covering his face. He appeared humanoid, with a dark blue trench coat over a faded gold chest plate that had a symbol of a setting sun carved on it.
"Who the hell are you?" Paige asked.
"I am Twilight."
"Didn't know the circus was in town," Piper deadpanned.
"It isn't. I am here to give you a warning."
"Really? What about?" Leo asked.
Twilight didn't answer. Instead, he lunged forward with blinding speed and punched Piper in the face, sending her sailing back to slam into a dumpster with her back, putting a large dent in it. Leo quickly rushed to his wife's side as Piper sat up, wiping blood off of her lip as Twilight clasped his hands together.
"Jesus, what are you?" Piper asked incredulously as she got to her feet.
"Would you like to find out?"
"Not really, but do we have a choice?"
Twilight bent down in a fighting stance, while Leo and the Charmed Ones prepared.
Bobby's House, Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Tuesday, March 15, 6:30 P.M.
Dean leaned against the wall of Bobby's kitchen, thinking of the recent events. He had just restored Sam's soul with the help of Death, and everything seemed alright since Sam had no memory of being trapped in Lucifer's Cage. However, he just couldn't help but think that something bad was about to happen.
The sound of flapping wings came to his ears, and Dean was not surprised at all to see Castiel appear.
"How is he?" the angel asked, getting right down to business.
"So far, so good," Dean replied. "He doesn't remember anything about the Cage. I think we're in the clear, Cas."
"For his sake, I hope you're right, Dean." Castiel said calmly.
Dean was about to answer, but before he could, a bright light suddenly appeared outside. The two immediately rushed out the front door, followed by Sam and Bobby. Sam, Dean, and Bobby quickly drew their handguns, while Castiel simply looked on, his face impassive.
The light slowly faded away, revealing a woman standing before them. She had tanned skin and brown wavy hair falling around her face, sitting just above her shoulders. She was wearing completely all-white. The brothers and Bobby aimed their guns at her, but she didn't even blink.
"Okay, who are you and how'd you do that?" Dean asked
"My name is Cordelia Chase and I am a Power That Be."
"Power That Be what?" Sam asked
"Power That Be. Cosmic forces of good who watch over the world and protect the innocent through champions," Cordelia answered. "I'm here to warn you guys that something big is coming."
"Really?" Bobby asked. "What is this big thing, exactly."
Cordelia drew a deep breath and looked at them, a look of fear slowly creeping across her features.
"The mother of all monsters. Eve."
Author's Note:
Well, here's the prologue. I apologize if any of the characters are OOC in any way, this is my first fic about any of them.
Please R&R. Until next time...