Hello to all!
This is kind of a new thing for me. For one, I am posting a crossover. For another, I am posting a crossover in three categories, none of which I have any writing experience in (though plenty of real-world experience). Particularly in the area of Magic: The Gathering, I am still learning all the backstory to that, so for those of you who are quite versed in the background, please keep this in mind when lambasting me for destroying continuity. That's why I'm a fanfiction writer instead of a canon writer (in addition to the fact that I'm not good enough to be a canon writer, for anything, really). But please, do let me know so I can fix it.
With that, the disclaimers! I do not own any of the franchises that this crossover encompasses, nor do I own any characters that look familiar to you. If I create an OC that I do own, I will be sure to let you know; otherwise, you can assume that nothing in this story is mine.
Justin Russo was at a loss.
Just two days ago he had lost the love of his life, Juliet. He was sure of it. Both of the fact that he loved her and that he had lost her. You see, his "job" as a monster hunter had taken a nasty turn when the head of the department informed him that there was a powerful mummy who had been discovered in the New York area. As he was pretty much the only monster hunter left, they had assigned him to capture the mummy.
Juliet had gone with him, which turned out to be a huge mistake. In fact, it was because she had tagged along that he had been forced to make the terrible choice.
Being the sometimes oblivious guy that he was, Justin had walked right into a diorama of an archaeological dig. When Juliet had followed, the window, which later turned out to be plastic, shut behind them.
With plastic being the natural enemy of magic, Justin had been absolutely unable to break them out. Juliet's attempts to "batter" the window open had also failed. No pun intended.
It seemed as if it wouldn't really be a problem. They'd just wait inside the diorama until the morning when someone would let them out. That is, until they discovered the skylight. Oh yeah, vampires kinda turn to ash when exposed to sunlight.
So they figured the only way to get her safely out of there was to let the mummy take her as his eternal slave and bring her with him when he left. While she would be forever enslaved by the mummy, it was better than being turned into a smoking pile of ash.
So the mummy had… pulled… Juliet out of the plastic window of the diorama. She'd turned around and given Justin a nose-nuzzling through the window before turning back to the mummy. Justin had attempted to tell her to just run, to not look the mummy in the eyes because she was already out, and she could escape out the door.
But the window had been soundproof, and she had not heard his desperate pleas. Nor had she thought of it herself, apparently, since she turned back around and allowed the mummy to mind-control her.
Justin had watched her leave, each step tearing a bigger hole in his heart. He had told her he loved her, they had kissed… he knew she was the one for him.
And now she was gone.
Alex had arrived just two minutes too late. She'd released him, tried to comfort him. In all fairness to her, he had to admit that she'd done really well. For Alex, anyway.
Justin had made a promise to Juliet, that he would track down the mummy and get her back. And he intended to do just that.
Which was why his nose was buried in a book at this very moment.
As strange as it sounded, the best way to hunt a mummy was not to go immediately after it. He had to learn everything about it, to make sure that the next time they met, he would not be defeated. That he would be able to claim Juliet back.
So Justin was doing what he did best. He was learning. And as frantic as he was to get Juliet back, he found the research oddly relaxing. It was something familiar. Something he knew he could do well.
And right in the middle of the sentence he was reading, he was hit by a wave of emotion. Not the kind of emotion that makes you sob. No, this emotion was something Justin had felt but an inkling of before, a hatred he could not describe, accompanied by a strong desire for revenge.
Forget hunting that mummy. Forget bringing it in. When he found it, he was going to annihilate it for taking his Juliet away from him.
He slammed the book closed, convinced now that he no longer needed any research. He'd survived on his wits so far, and by god, he was going to do this by himself.
He grabbed his wand, and hurriedly stuffed a backpack full of things he thought he might need, including the book of forbidden spells his father had let him borrow.
After packing everything he had listed in his emergency adventure kit (Justin was always prepared for everything), he slung the pack over his shoulder and proceeded down the stairs.
"Mom! Dad! Alex! Max!" he called as he arrived in the loft. They all looked up from what they were doing; Jerry had been making himself a sandwich (it was what he did best, after all), Theresa was cooking dinner, Alex was watching the television, and, well, he wasn't quite sure what Max was doing. Whatever it was, it was most certainly unsanitary.
"I'm leaving." Justin announced quietly.
"Oh honey! Why?" Theresa approached him and hugged him tight with tears in her eyes.
"I'm getting Juliet back," he replied. Jerry made his way toward his wife and oldest son and threw a fatherly arm around Justin's shoulders.
"Listen, Justin…" Jerry began, but Justin cut him off.
"Look, Dad, I'm going to do this. I'm ready now. I can do this." He turned to his mother. "Besides, I love her. I can't just leave her in the possession of that… thing." His last word rang with hate.
"Ok." Jerry stood there, his mouth in a firm line, but he was nodding slightly. "I understand, Justin. Whatever you do, I know you'll do it well. Bring her back, son."
His mother pulled him to her again. "Just promise me you'll come back," she sobbed.
"I will, Mom. I promise." Justin gave her a small smile, then looked up to see Max approaching, with his hand held out.
"Good luck, man." He stuck his hand out for a handshake. Not knowing where Max's hand had been, Justin opted instead to pull Max into a brief, brotherly hug.
He turned to Alex. "Well? No snarky comment? Nothing?"
Alex tossed a glance back over her shoulder. "Don't get yourself killed." She immediately turned back toward the TV.
"Thanks for that," Justin shot back sarcastically. He turned to go, looking one last time back at the family he didn't know when he'd see again.
And with that, he opened the door, and walked out into the waiting world.
Aaaand that's the end! Short, yes, I know, but it's an introduction until I get my thoughts a little more organized. My school seems to oscillate between blocking this site and not blocking it, so I need to publish when it's not blocked before it is blocked once more!
Review, please! Especially since this is a new domain of writing for me, I need to know if I'm doing something horribly, horribly wrong (which isn't out of the question). So feel free to point out whatever mistakes I may have made; I will welcome them as long as they are constructive. If they aren't, well, that doesn't really bother me any.
Hopefully you liked it, and even more hopefully, you'll read the next chapter! So until then, this is…
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