Title: Beer Bad
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners (the gods that are Whedon and Kripke) and while they are getting rich off it I make no profit from playing with their characters like my personal bendy dolls. :D
Rating: PG-15
Pairing(s): Buffy/Dean, Sam/Dawn, Faith/Xander, Willow/Oz
Spoilers: BtVS post Chosen, SPN season 1"Provenance"
Summary: Answer to Jinni's woke up in Vegas challenge. Dean and Sam are on a Hunt in the city of sin when Dean wakes up after a night of heavy drinking to find himself married to none other than Buffy Summers, the best friend of the brother he had to give up and a Vampire Slayer.
A/N: Sorry this took longer than I thought it would be, this chapter explains the bad guy and is a shorter one compared to the others, don't worry though, the next chapter is already being written and will be out Monday. Thank you to all of you who are following this story and have reviewed, favorited, or put it on their story alerts. Remember, the more reivews I get the faster I'll get out the next chapter :D
Chapter 12 Nelson Zeeman
The hotel was bustling with patrons the low murmur of voices a constant soundtrack for those that worked there and the dark haired man who had sunk a fortune he didn't have in the place smiled softly proud with what he had accomplished.
The paint was fresh and the wooden furniture gleamed under the lights.
Nelson Zeeman smiled to a departing couple and pulled his sleeve down to hide the ink stains his hand had accumulated during his latest writing spree. His hotel was booming, his books were selling fast, for him life was good.
He was a success.
Nelson moved through the crowd shaking hands and taking complaints with a smile. A hand locked on his arm in an iron grip fingers digging into the skin and he turned.
"We need to talk." The voice was evenly pitched and finely cultured with a British accent. The man, while not the tallest, commanded attention and his eyes bored into Nelson's "You are taking things too far."
Nelson's eyes were cold "You would think so wouldn't you," he pulled his arm out of the other man's grip his tone icy and final "I am only going to ask you once to leave." He walked away slipping into the crowd.
"The toilets are backed up in our room," one of the residents, a heavyset woman with thick red curls and a pale face caked in make-up told him her voice shrill "we expect to be compensated."
Nelson nodded his smile brittle "Of course Mrs. Perkins, I'll send someone up to take care of it." He steered her to one of the concierges "Until then we can move you to a private suite." After he got her settled he moved to one of the rooms off to the sides and opened the door stepping in softly.
She was small for her age and she appeared fragile, the pink dress was soft and had a bow around the waist that matched the one in her hair. She turned to him and a small smile lit her face and she tilted her head as she looked at him.
"Daddy." She breathed softly and barreled at him. Her steps were light and being so small she practically floated.
He caught her in his arms swinging her around "How's my special girl?"
She pouted wrapping her arms around his neck "You've been gone all day, I've missed you." Her grip was weak and her eyes were slightly glazed over, distant.
"I know sweetie." He smiled tightly walking over to the small kiddie table with crayons and setting her down in one of her chairs "I had some work I had to do." He got out some crayons and handed them to her watching as she silently drew on a blank piece of paper.
His wife had died when their daughter was only two and he had raised her ever since. There were whispers that he was overprotective, obsessive even. He kept his daughter locked up, the only contact she had was with him and a select few of his employees.
He would not lose her too, for years he had been working towards protecting her and finally he was getting close.
"Mr. Zeeman," one of his employees stuck their head in looking apologetic "Mrs. Perkins has requested to see you again."
Nelson nodded and pressed a kiss to his daughter's cheek "I'll see you later sweetheart." He stood and walked out of the room feeling his daughter's eyes on his back. He knew he should feel guilty but he had work to do, he comforted himself with the knowledge that she would soon forget any sadness.
She was his little girl and he would make sure she stayed that way, happy, forever.
Blood dripped from his hand and he wiped it off on a white hand towel his mouth set in a grim line. "Sweetie?" his voice echoed through the empty hallway and he turned the knob on the door slowly walking down the steps "Don't hide from Daddy dear."
He pulled the chain on one of the overhead lights "This is not funny." He closed his eyes and let his senses roam a satisfied smile touching his lips. His steps were measured and swift and he made his way to the end of the hallway and a hidden closest.
"Found you." He whispered as he pulled it open and his little girl looked up at him and whimpered clutching a teddy bear closely. Her pale gone was splattered with blood and there was some on her cheek.
It wasn't hers.
"Please don't." she pleaded softly her eyes bright with fear.
He knelled down before her pulling her small body into his arms telling her smoothly "I am going to make everything better baby." He made his way down the tunnel and back to the stairs with her trembling in his arms.
He had failed her, he had thought he had found a way to cleanse her of her mother's disease but it had failed. There hadn't been enough energy and it would be near impossible to start again. The accident had been too convenient and it would take too long to bring back the patrons.
According to the newspapers there had been a fire and none of the bodies had been recovered. Over 30 people had been killed and he had had to spend days cleaning up the mess, his daughter had disappeared the night before.
His wife had been special, tainted with powers and a calling that had destroyed their lives and when their daughter had been born he had used the connections his wife had made in the past year after her calling to find a creature that could help him.
He had been told his daughter would one day suffer from the same disease.
He couldn't let it happen.
His wife had of course died and he had stayed connected to the creature gathering the information he needed. These Slayers were an anomaly, he had learned how they had been created and they were just as drenched in evil as the things they hunted, even more so because they had a human soul.
They were killers.
The Watchers Council, fools that they were, had tried to placate him, had kept their distant from his daughter from the beginning but he would not be fooled. They did nothing to stop this infestation, but he would.
He had found a way how and it all started with her, his little girl. He could not save her, he knew that now, but she would be the catalysts.
"It's okay." He whispered softly laying his daughter on the ground of the room he had chosen. She laid still even her cries faded as her eyes glazed over again and he reached out to her mind calming her.
There was no need for her to suffer.
"This will be over quickly," he promised her picking up the blessed dagger black shadows drifting around his feet "and then you will be free."
She watched him her head titled dark hair brushing her shoulders. He slept so sweetly his breathing even and she saw the strength there, and the darkness, hidden inside him, so quiet and distant but still there.
Beside him was the pretty girl, pale and bright, almost blinding in her intensity, it hurt to look at her. Her energy was barely contained in the shell of her too human body, there were iron chains keeping her there forged in secrecy and barely string enough to contain a force that was never meant to live and breath, to walk among others.
She knew so much now, drifting and forever dodging the black cloud that followed her. It was a game, she was a child and she had no body to be hurt so she played. But they could be hurt; they were so fragile, so familiar.
They had so much power; each one brimmed with it, all in different shades but the same, from the same source.
She was scared, he wanted them.
Not the man and the pretty girl, their power wasn't what daddy wanted. He would make use of it anyway but it wasn't what had him so excited. She could feel his joy and it scared her, it was the other two women's powers, the Princesses. Especially the one wit the golden hair,
She was scared, she wanted to save them but she was so small and so tired, and she still wanted to play, she hadn't had anyone to play with in so long.
She reached out her hand to brush the man's cheek and she could feel the warmth of his skin, he was a Prince too like the others, the other two men her daddy was playing with, the ones he had gotten lost. They were all so strong; she wanted them save the Princesses, in the way her daddy had never saved her mommy.
Sam stirred and his eyes flew open as he felt a sudden chill.
It was in the air for just a second, a shimmering form in a dress he recognized only this one wasn't ravaged by time and didn't carry the stench of death. The girl in front of him smiled softly the same girl from the day before and disappeared in a wisp of white smoke that faded away.
Sam blinked and it all came rushing back causing him to clutch his head, it felt like a vision but it wasn't, it was the truth. Tentatively he opened his eyes and looked around the room seeing how it was untouched by the time that had passed and he knew it must be an illusion.
He tuned in the bed and saw Dawn and a wave of guilt hit him followed by determination. "Dawn." He whispered shaking the young woman softly and her eyes fluttered open looking confused, before she could ask any questions he told her "I am going to go get Faith and Buffy, we need to talk."
Because he knew why he had been woken up, they would have little time and he needed to make them see. He remembered, everything, Dean and Xander needed them and it was time for the illusion to end.
He had brothers, with how annoying Dean was he knew it must have taken a lot of power to make him forget.