In celebration of Friday the 13th (and my Muse bugging the crap out of me), I present to you the alternate sequel to Jade: The Vampire Slayer as in (spoilers for those who haven't read the first one) the world didn't end and they saved it along with beating Dagon. Hopefully this is a fairly short story that I will be able to update along side my other stories as now I have some considerable free time to write.
JtVS: Life Goes On
By OneHorseShay
Disclaimer: I don't own the intellectual properties of iCarly, Victorious, Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Angel: The Series, Supernatural, Moonlight (The CBS Vampire Detective show) or the Evil Dead Franchise (particularly Army of Darkness) so don't sue, for God sakes, don't sue.
Rating: High T Violence, Adult Themes/Content and Language; May increase as story progresses.
Pairings: Established Jade/Freddie (Jedi) and Cat/Robbie (Cabbie). Ambiguous Tori Vega/Beck Oliver (Bori) and other various pairings explored.
Summary: AU Sequel to Jade: The Vampire Slayer. After saving the world from Dagon and destroying the Necronomicon, the Hollywood Arts gang tries to move on with their lives, but they still haven't escaped the Machiavellian politics of the supernatural world that continue to swirl around Los Angeles especially with an unknown killer on the loose.
Chapter 1
Randy Bronson was a very content (for the most part) soulful vampire as he stood off to one side of the VIP section of the club performing his duty as bodyguard to the starlet that had became an overnight sensation earlier this year during the Platinum Music Awards. At the moment, she was winding down mingling with the Hollywood and Musical in-crowd at a launch party to her debut album with the occasional dance with her accompanying friends that stuck with her after graduating high school.
He kept a careful eye on the girl he was supposed to protect through the noisy crowd of attendees dancing the night away and multicolored lights that lit up the dancing and lounging areas. This was a pretty good job on top of the situation of being a member of the undead. His aggressiveness and willingness to fight anyone caught the attention of his current employer, Shawn Quincy, to be some additional muscle when necessary and protecting his newest artist from human, vampire or anything else that went bump in the night was definitely necessary.
His attentiveness wasn't solely due to it being a job he was getting well paid to perform (or the fact that his boss would literally rip his head off if he failed), but the sight of Tori Vega in her jewel neckline silver glittery drop waist dress with a very short pleat skirt casually swaying to the music was quite captivating to the aggressive creature of the night.
The former high school bully hadn't taken much notice of her back when they went to the same high school, which was merely a few months back, since they didn't hang around the same social circles, but he was definitely noticing her now. Tori's dress may have been completely covering her nice handful of assets (he preferred ones a tad bit bigger say like the teenager's sister that was never a yard or two away from her dancing sister), but the way her dress clung to her athletic and tight figure and the silver skirt barely reached a third the way down her thigh so she showed off most of her finely shaped legs that would lead one's eyes to imagine her world underneath her skirt simply ensnared his senses.
The musician's sister by her side in a similar silver attire in a loose fitting top other than clinging around her bust and short skirt was fine on the eyes as well despite the girl's annoying and diva-esque personality that she had displayed during her time at Hollywood Arts. However, her personality wasn't his concern in what he wanted from her if the opportunity presented itself.
Randy had to quell the beast inside (or whatever motivated his species of vampire from just being a corpse) from acting on his baser instincts of just taking one of the girls to a restroom stall and having some 'fun' with either girl whether they liked it or not, but not out of any great sense of morality from his leftover humanity. Oh no, he wasn't one of those self-absorbed vampires that whined about fighting their condition and trying to hold on to his humanity like those teenage vampire novels and movies, but relished in it. Being a vampire suited his personality quite well of the power it gave him and being an apex predatory in regards to humanity simply fed into his notion that he should be able to do practically anything he wanted. In his mind, the strong should just rule over the weak and take what they wanted.
He checked those baser instincts on the fact that he was being paid well to perform a job and wise enough to understand that his boss was far stronger and wouldn't hesitate to 'punish' him for stepping out of line over wanting a quick copulation and some blood draining—regardless that each of the girls were slayers (Trina becoming one over the summer somehow with no forthcoming explanation) and could take his 'treatment'. He was so sure of himself and his abilities that he really didn't entertain the idea that either girl could really stop him regardless of being slayers and out of hand dismissed Beck or their human friend André as credible deterrents. Unfortunately, André was off limits in injuring if he got in the way since Quincy was grooming him to be his next hit artist as well and the boss' daughter still had a liking to him even after their relationship fell apart and was in attendance with them.
Having to abide by rules chaffed at him for the aforementioned reasons, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Once he was done with his duties of protecting Mister Quincy's newest artist for the night, he had every intention of hitting the after party and taking one of the attractive and hard partying twenty-somethings hard to work out his sexual frustration then draining them nearly dry for a meal. In his mind, he knew if he stuck around afterwards, she'd be thanking him for the experience and afterwards would be vainly chasing trying to get that same high again for the rest of her life.
Tori, her sister and her friends returned to their reserved table for one last drink before heading out to head for either the after party or calling it a night. The younger brunette picked up her purse and pulled out her PearPhone while the others had a seat, apparently hearing that she had a text message with her slayer hearing even through the music and crowd. She looked at her phone to read a text message then shoved the phone back into her purse. She leaned over and whispered something into her sitting sister's ear then turned to casually started on her way to cut through the exclusive section of the club, catching the eyes of a number of gentlemen and a few ladies with her easy stride and showing off her legs.
The young starlet flicked her hair off of her shoulder to pass a glance over it and caught Randy's eyes.
Randy narrowed his gaze on her in mild confusion at seeing what he thought was her flicking her left eyebrow up and a corner of her mouth lifting before turning her head to continue on her way. The teenage vampire left his position to follow her with the outward appearance of performing his duty of not letting her out of his sight, but he was clearly curious as to finding out why it appeared the Latino brunette had a hungry look in her eyes.
A number of individuals crossed his path and sometimes causing him to loose sight of the brunette, but he was familiar with her particular scent, so he really couldn't loose her in the club. He followed her until she reached the ladies' restroom. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, but not before passing another look over her shoulder.
The onetime Hollywood Arts bully smiled, seeing that she was interested in a little something in the restroom. The only one—two questions on his mind was 'How long would they have?' and 'Would she allow him a little taste of her?' He stood outside the door and allowed a lady or two to leave the restroom, but politely refused a few others from trying to enter.
The ladies gave him questioning looks, but one glance from him over to the club's bouncers casually mingling about what he was doing gave him free reign to continue as they politely directed the ladies to other restrooms.
Randy waited about another minute or so to make sure no other ladies would remain inside the restroom before slipping inside. He quickly looked around and saw that he was apparently alone. He made the logical assumed that she was still in one of the stalls lined up against the left side of the room. He turned back to the door and noticed that the restroom could be locked from the inside, so he took the opportunity to click the lock so they wouldn't be interrupted before he casually made his way further into the restroom.
He leaned over to his left just enough to look below the partitions to see if he could spot her feet. He frowned when he couldn't see any feet, the restroom apparently empty. He frowned, unable for the moment to understand where the musician could have vanished, but quickly realized that he didn't have a perfect line of sight down the entire row of stalls. He took a sniff to pick up her scent and instantly realized that she was still in the restroom. Reassured, he slowly walked further into the restroom, checking each one of the five stalls as he went down the line.
The third stall's door was nearly shut, but not quite all the way. He took another quick whiff and picked up her stronger scent, assuming he had found the right stall. He placed his right palm on the door and slowly pushed it open; however, he didn't find Tori.
The former Hollywood Arts tough guy gave a dumbfounded expression for the faintest of seconds at seeing a figure dressed from head to toe in black squatting on the seat of the toilet before the figure leapt at the vampire with a silver stake extended in an inverted stabbing motion with the palm of the left hand on the butt of the stake.
Randy tumbled on his back as the silver stake pierced his chest, breaking the ribs above and blew as the stake slipped through them and right into his heart while the figure tackled him. The vampire's muscles instantly paralyzed, including his vocal cords.
The figure straddled the disabled creature and growled as the person drove the metal stake deeper into the vampire's heart until the tip punched through the other side and touched the floor. Randy's heart sizzled from the contact of the stake as if it was a hot poker burning through him until the undead organ was completely chard, taking the vampire's undead life with its destruction.
The masked figure stood up and looked down in disgust at the creature he dispatched that stared at the ceiling with truly dead eyes. The person turned and headed out of the restroom while pulling off the ski mask.
Moments later, Tori stepped out of the stall at hearing the commotion and found her vampire bodyguard lying on the floor with the silver stake embedded in his chest.
In an uncharacteristic manner with all that she had seen since becoming a slayer, she let out a high pitch scream.