A Buffy The Vampire Slayer/Dawson's Creek Crossover
Episode Nine - "Bad Moon Rising"
*FADE TO: Pacey exiting Screen Play Video. It's dark out, and he's locking up.*
He fumbled with his keys, still angry about an argument he had just had with Nellie shortly before. Her short temper had gone off again, and she was getting close to firing him. Pacey didn't so much care about losing the job as he did the money it brought in, as little as it was.
He finally finished locking the door, and started walking for home. Ever since the accident involving the squad car, the Witter truck had been deemed a temporary replacement, leaving Pacey to foot-powered transportation.
He stomped his way along the deserted sidewalk, as it was near midnight, and grumbled quietly to himself. He stopped walking when he heard a rustling in the nearby bushes. He looked around and seeing nothing, continued walking.
The rustling came again, and he reached inside his jacket for his silver cross. He clamped it in his fist, to the point of turning his knuckles white, and slowly continued on.
Suddenly, faster than he could react, something jumped out of the bushes and tackled him to the ground. He had his eyes squeezed shut, as he swung at it as hard as he could with the silver cross. Unfortunately, it was no use. The drooling, snarling creature that was pinning him to the ground was just too strong.
It drew back a claw and swiped towards his chest. A split-second before Pacey's chest was split open, a kick was delivered to the creatures exposed side, sending it off to the side. It rolled to its feet, examining the scene for a brief moment, before taking off into the night.
Pacey looked up at his savior to see Joey standing there, breathing heavily. She looked extremely worried, "Pacey, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Josephine. Nothing hurt but my pride..." He glanced down at the moderate blood stain soaking his shirt, "Oh, and maybe that." He stumbled a little, Joey quickly lifting him back up.
She put his arm over her shoulder and helped him keep balance, "God, Pacey... you're lucky I was getting off my shift at the same time you were... You could have been killed!" She yelled.
Pacey smirked weakly, "I like to think of it the other way around... it was lucky for whatever that was... I had it right where I wanted it, y'know."
Joey rolled her eyes, helping him walk carefully, "Right, Pacey... I always thought *you* wanted to be on top."
He smirked, this time with a little more strength, "I like some variety."
*Buffy The Vampire Slayer / Dawson's Creek combined credits.*
*FADE TO: Joey on the phone, with Pacey in the background, resting.*
"Yeah, yeah... he's fine. He's got a few cuts on his side, but the bleeding has stopped, and I've got it bandaged." She nodded a few times, responding affirmatively to whatever the other party is saying, "Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes."
She walked over to him, and sat on the arm of the couch. He looked up at her, "What wise words did our friend Xander impart this time?"
She didn't look down at him, "He's coming over in a few minutes... we'll redress the bandage when he gets here... and then he wants to go out patrolling for whatever it was that attacked you." He nodded and watched the TV quietly. She asked after a short while, "Did you get any sort of a look at it?"
He shrugged, "It was big... kinda furry... drooling... and had dog-breath."
Joey sighed, "Well, that helps."
Another silence came over them, before Pacey broke it, "So, Jo... what are your thoughts on the return of the big D?" He asked casually.
Her head turned to him slowly, and she tried to act ignorant, "What do you mean?"
He shook his head, "I mean... with Dawson back, do you still want to get all slobber-face with him? Or is his newfound sense of afterlife a turn off?"
"Pacey, I really don't want to talk with you about this..." She said dismissively.
"Who else are you going to talk to, Jo?" He watched TV a little, "Not Bessie, because she'd freak about the whole 'dead come back to life' angle... Bodie too, although he'd probably be a little cool about it... you don't really have any other good friends... and I certainly can tell you won't talk the issue over with Xander."
Joey visibly tensed, "Speaking of," Pacey continued, "What's the deal with him too?"
Joey looked so stressed, almost teary, "I... I just don't know, Pace... It's like I suddenly got everything I want... and I don't want it anymore."
"It's a tough choice, Jo... definitely not one I'd want to be stuck with. I wouldn't blame you for declining the vote altogether... but you know you can't do that to them. Either of them."
She sank down onto the couch finally, her strength fading, "But I don't want to hurt them. Either of them. It just... scares me. This whole world scares me now."
She sighed, "I mean, Dawson is a vampire now, Pacey. Maybe he doesn't look different, but he's dead."
"Along with a lot of other Capeside residents. Only with him it isn't metaphorical. Deal with it, Jo. There's a lot worse things in life than Dawson coming back from the dead."
*CUT TO: A tight shot of Jack's head... his eyes are shifting back and forth.*
"Hurry up, Andie!" He chided quietly.
*CUT TO: Another, wider shot. Andie hops into the shot, throwing a sack over her shoulder.*
"Done... let's get moving." She said, plodding forward.
"We aren't done?" Jack asked, confused.
"Of course not, Jack. A lot of preparation goes into this. We can't just fly blindly into it. It'll never work that way." She said, continuing on.
Jack didn't budge, "But Andie... I don't want to do this anymore." He declared.
She turned around, dropping the sack on the sidewalk. Her eyes were angry, and she took a menacing step towards him, "Do you want to spend every day of the rest of your life like this? Fearing? Hiding?"
"No..." He croaked.
Her tone softened, "Then we have to do this, Jack. It's a matter of life and death... and I don't want to have to choose the latter. I can't do this without you." She picked up her sack and continued on, calling backwards, "Let's get moving... Our next stop is right up ahead... we'll hit the next one up the block." Jack plodded submissively behind.
*CUT TO: Xander running up to the house, carrying something. He reaches the steps as a howl breaks out in the night. He's phased only momentarily, spinning around to check behind him, before hopping up on the porch and knocking.*
Joey wearily opened the front door a crack, peeking out with one eye. She looked relieved to see it was Xander. He noticed this, "Werewolves don't have a habit of knocking at the door of their victims, Jo... they've barely got that opposable-thumb thing down yet."
She resisted the urge to smack him and let him pass. He went past her and right to the medical supplies. He took care as he rebandaged Pacey's wounds, and filled them in on what he knew in the process, "I placed a quick call to Giles before I left... and after a few choice British curse words, he told me that Oz is still firmly locked up... so he hasn't decided to pay us an unfriendly visit."
"So we've got a completely different werewolf on our hands?"
"Aye, we do... Giles left us a tranq-gun and a few rounds... but not many. We're going to have to go out patrolling for our fanged fiend."
"How are we going to manage that?" Joey spoke up, she looked very doubtful, "I mean... somebody has to stay here to make sure Pacey is okay... and *I'm* certainly not letting you go out on your own after this thing." She blushed furiously as she realized the slip of her tongue.
"Oh *you're* not?" Xander started, showing interest. He inwardly sighed, knowing he shouldn't start anything. He turned to Pacey, "Is Doug going to be home any time soon?"
Pacey shook his head, "Nope... him and dad are on duty at the station until like, 5am... and the rest of the family is AWOL in Miami with relatives."
"Great... just great..."
"Am I too late for the festivities?" A voice came from the entryway. They all looked up to see the pale-faced, blonde-haired vampire standing in the opened door.
Xander tensed up, his defenses flaring. He asked, in a semi-angry, semi-disbelieving tone, "How did you...?"
Dawson smirked, "I quote Pacey, saying... 'You're welcome here anytime, D.'" He stepped forward, and seeing Pacey's wound, quickly stopped. He knew to keep his distance from the smell of blood, "What's the matter, Pace? Hurt yourself playing with kitchen knives again?" Pacey didn't answer.
"He got attacked by a werewolf..." Joey said, almost effortlessly. She was in a daze.
Pacey cleared his throat, grabbing Xander's attention, "X, could I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure, Pace... uh, Jo... could you explain the situation to Dawson..." He looked distrustingly at the vampire, "From a safe distance?"
Dawson rolled his eyes as Joey moved closer and started talking.
*CUT TO: A close shot of Xander and Pacey.*
Pacey kept Dawson and Joey in the corner of his eye, as did Xander. He whispered secretively, "I gotta ask you something, Xander..."
"Shoot..."
"I thought you checked Dawson's body out at the funeral... I mean, you gave the okay on a non-afterlife probability. What happened?"
Xander sighed, shrugging, "I didn't say I was an expert. All I really know is what I've studied and what Giles taught me... it wasn't all that much. For what I could tell, he didn't show any signs... but there was a long period after you bailed me where Angelus was alone with the 'body'... Anything could have happened."
"Okay, fine... I understand..." He saw Xander's semi-disappointed expression, "I don't mean to be accusatory... this just doesn't sit well with me is all."
*CUT TO: Previous shot. Dawson and Joey are finished talking.*
"Alright, we need to be swift and decisive here... Jo and I will go out patrolling, you can stay here and make sure Pacey is kept in good spirits or something." Dawson said confidently.
"Whoa there, corpsey. As great as it is to have the blonde-headed movie buff that you are back with us... you don't necessarily jump right into the driver's seat."
Dawson crossed his arms and looked disinterestedly in Xander's direction, "And what do you suggest then? *You* and Joey go out patrolling while *I* tend to the wounded? I think you'd know better than to leave me with a walking blood-bag." The reference made Pacey shiver.
Xander shook his head, "Not in the slightest, Blonde Dead Boy... the fact is, you just came back... are we supposed to trust you? I don't think so."
Dawson's eyes narrowed, "Is that popular opinion?"
Pacey cleared his throat, "Unfortunately, yeah. Even I wouldn't trust you taking Joey out on patrol. Things are just too unsettled right now."
"I can't believe you, Pacey... you're siding with *him*?" Dawson's voice was raised. His anger had risen just enough for his vampiric features to appear.
Xander cross his arms as well, looking determined, "Just the reason we don't trust you alone with any of us 'walking blood-bags.'"
Dawson's face returned to normal, "Then just what do you suggest?"
Xander grabbed the tranq-gun, and walked casually past the vampire. As he did, he spoke through clenched teeth, "You. Me. Patrol. Now."
Dawson looked back at his 'friends' for a moment, expecting reprieve, but found none. He stifled a growl and headed out after Xander. Xander called back right before exiting, "We'll be back in an hour, tops, to check up."
*Commercial break*
*FADE TO: Xander and Dawson walking along a sidewalk. Xander has the tranq-gun slung over his arm, and a small pouch with reserve rounds. The pouch looks decidedly less than full.*
"Just what is it about me that you don't trust, Xander?" Dawson asked quietly, from his position at the rear.
Xander looked back momentarily, before lifting a hand, "Let's see..." He mumbled to himself as he counted on his hand, "Everything."
Dawson rolled his eyes, "Oh come on... you aren't even giving me a chance."
Xander stopped in his tracks, "I know how it works, fangly... unless you've killed a gypsy and incurred the anger of her tribe in the past couple of days... you just aren't happening."
"And what makes you so sure you know how it all works? There are mysteries in this universe you still have no grasp of... and I might just be one of them."
"If you don't stop trying to convince me what a good little demon you are while we're trying to search for a werewolf... the whole mystery of the universe you might be will go the same way this tranq gun does as I shove it up your ass, okay?"
Dawson stood up straight, "Violent much?"
The sound of shattering glass, followed by loud roaring, came from up ahead. It caught both their attentions, and they went running off.
*CUT TO: Pacey and Joey. Joey is making Pacey a sandwich while he pays attention to the TV.*
Joey came out of the kitchen, bearing a ham sandwich on a plate. She offered it unceremoniously, dropping it on the couch next to him, before throwing herself down in a chair with a groan.
Pacey smirked, picking up his sandwich, "Y'know, Potter, I could get used to this." His comment was met with a scowl, the likes of which could peel paint off buildings. He took a bite of his sandwich, withholding any poison pranks that sprung to mind, and got serious, "What's on your mind, Potter?"
"Like I'd tell you, Pace." She replied bitterly.
Pacey rolled his eyes, "Do we *have* to have this conversation again? Spill it, Jo. I'm here to listen."
She sighed, realizing she had no other options, "That's not Dawson. It may look like him, it may sound like him... but it sure doesn't act like him."
"How so?" Pacey asked, his tone showing he understood, but wanted to prod her for answers.
She sat up in the chair, "He's not so talkative anymore... he used to be able to carry a conversation until he was blue in the face... but since he came back, we've barely spoken for ten minutes or more. And with Xander, did you see how mad he got so fast?"
"Understood... a certain amount of adjustment has gotta be made for the whole dented forehead and fang factors..." He tried to sit up, but found the experience quite painful, so simply offered words of condolence, "Look, I think we both understand it's not going to be easy... but we just have to deal, right?"
She nodded, sniffling quietly. She silently thanked him for not bringing up the touchy subject from earlier. She stood up, walking over to the couch, and gave him a gentle hug, so as not to hurt him terribly. She smiled a little, "Right now we have to focus on getting the big baddy that tried to take the Pace-man down."
He caught the mocking in her tone, and shoved her off him, smirking. She huffed, unable to completely hide the amused smile on her face, before she got up and went into the kitchen to make her own sandwich.
*CUT TO: Dawson and Xander running down the street. A person/body is lying half-way out of a door.*
(OL:Music - "Black" by Drain STH)
Their run halted as they came up on the body. The doorway they were laying in was split in two, shards scattered here and there. Along with the shards on the ground, was a dark substance, which quickly became apparent as blood.
Xander reached down and cautiously checked the victim's pulse, confirming his fear that they were dead. They lay face down on the pavement, in the midst of some struggle.
Xander noticed an oddity of the scene almost immediately. There was a little too much blood for a shooting or other type of assault. In fact, there was more blood than he'd usually seen at any demon attack. He turned to Dawson for some sort of help, but saw him huddled a distance away, his vampire features faintly visible. He was obviously fighting urges within him, and for that Xander was grateful.
But not for the fact that he now had to turn the body over on his own. He put his hands under a non-blood soaked position, which was difficult because blood was everywhere, and used all his meager mortal strength to send the body rolling over onto its back.
He immediately fell back onto his hind-quarters upon the sight. The body was hastily ripped open, its chest cavity gaping widely. Xander couldn't stand the sight of it. He ran off to a nearby bush and emptied his dinner into the leaves.
He was scared witless when Dawson suddenly stood nearby, speaking weakly, "It wanted something from it... It wasn't just a random casualty."
"Well that's good to know..." Xander said weakly, "Then again, it's not."
Dawson kept stealing glances at the corpse, "We should keep go..." He was interrupted by some more smashing glass, and a terrified scream. Dawson was bounding down the street immediately, eager to get away from the fresh corpse on the ground. Xander grabbed the tranq-gun and followed.
*CUT TO: A man running down the street at a frantic pace. He glanced over his shoulder every few seconds, before catching his foot in a crack in the pavement and falling to the ground.*
(OL:Music - Continues)
He yelled out for help, but knew no one was around to help him. He continued yelling anyway, as the beast beard down on him. Its features were still obscured as it came jogging down the sidewalk towards its prey.
When it reached him, it hopped up on all fours, and reached back to slash at him. The slash never came, though, and was instead replaced by a blood curdling scream. The beast fell backwards, bearing its shoulder to view, and a tranq-dart could clearly be seen.
Dawson ran in, aiding the man to his feet, and shoving him off in the opposite direction. Xander finally came running up, the tranq-gun bouncing on his shoulder. He huffed out, "Did I get it?"
Dawson nodded, looking at the heavily breathing creature before them. Xander sat down on a nearby bench, and caught his breath, "Y'know, if everybody didn't think you were dead, I'd suggest you try out for the track team."
"Very funny... right now we have to figure out what to do with the..." He was interrupted by a low growl, and they both looked over to see the beast rumbling, and Dawson absently finished his sentence, "...body."
The creature climbed to its feet, groggily, causing Dawson and Xander to back up. Xander readied the tranq-gun, as the creature turned around to face them angrily. They were both dumbfounded as they were greeted by an out of the ordinary sight (well, for them, anyway).
The werewolf bore not *one* head, but *two.* And neither one looked very happy at the moment. Both snarled simultaneously, and came barreling at the two. Neither Dawson or Xander could get out of the way before the super werewolf drove right through them, sending Xander off into the bench and Dawson out into the street.
It stopped no more than a second before tearing off towards the park, leaving the two attackers temporarily incapacitated. Xander slowly climbed to his feet, walking over and helping Dawson up, before looking at the direction the wolf went and questioning quietly, "Where the hell do you suppose hëir überwolf came from?"
Dawson shook his head, "I don't know... but I do know it when after the guy we just saved."
Xander rolled his eyes, groaned loudly, and started running down the street again, with Dawson right behind.
(OL:Music - Fade out)
*CUT TO: A couple of people sitting on a park bench. A tightening shot reveals its Andie and Jack, and Andie looks extremely angry. Jack, on the other hand, looks quite tired/groggy. The sack from earlier is sitting on the bench next to them, and Andie is thumbing it absently.*
"Now what are we going to do? It's all ruined." Andie cried, her voice low. Jack made no response, simply bobbed to and fro in exhaustion.
Moments later, Xander and Dawson came tearing into the same area of the park. They slow to a crawl when they see Andie and Jack, who they haven't previously met.
They try to walk casually by, but Xander feels compelled to warn them, "Um, have you two seen anything come by here just now?"
Andie's brow was furrowed, but she shook her head, "Other than you two, no... but we only just got here."
Xander nodded, "It's probably not a good idea to be out here right now... you should go home." He smiled faintly and motioned for him and Dawson to keep going.
They got a small distance away from the two, before Dawson stopped, grabbing Xander by the tranq-gun. He sniffed the air heavily.
Xander rolled his eyes yet again, "What is it Scooby, we near the Scooby Snacks factory?"
"Shut up, peabrain... I'm picking up a heavy scent of blood... and we just went right past it."
"Man, that's creepy... save that parlor trick for the really freakadelic parties... I don't need a real-life blood hound draggin' my parties down."
"Would you just shut up and follow me?" Dawson turned around and started back to where Andie and Jack were.
*CUT BACK TO: Where Andie and Jack *were* sitting. They have since stood up and started into the forest, for some strange reason.*
Dawson and Xander came up on them, and noticed their hasty retreat. Xander figured they were just following his suggestion, albeit in a completely odd way.
Dawson stepped forward and cleared his throat, declaring, "Going somewhere? I mean, I think there are plenty better places then into the forest on a night like this."
Andie's face curled into a scowl. Jack seemed to be coming out of his groggy stage, frowned deeply. He didn't look as mad as Andie, and he reached a hand out to hold her off.
Xander stepped forward as well, but stumbled on something. He reached down to pick up whatever it was, and found it to be an empty tranq-gun cartridge/round. He looked up, a bit spooked.
Andie's scowl grew even deeper, as her features distorted, and she grabbed the back of Jack's neck roughly, digging her nails in. The pain seemed to set something off in Jack as well, and a complicated sequence transpired as they both wolfed out... and then, amazingly, *into* each other.
They quickly formed the two-headed werewolf they'd seen just down the street. Both heads growled loudly, and the two 'heroes' exchanged a look, "Oh boy."
*Commercial break*
*FADE TO: Joey changing Pacey's bandage again. The bleeding has all but stopped, and he seemed able to move around a bit more. She has a very worried look on her face.*
"Shouldn't they be back by now?" She asked nobody in particular.
"Maybe they got lost... or maybe they took care of business and are dragging the big furry freak somewhere safe."
"But what if..."
Pacey grabbed her arm firmly, "Don't even think it, Jo. They can take care of themselves."
*CUT TO: Xander and Dawson staring down the Andie/Jack hybrid werewolf.*
"Alright... I think we're in a little over our heads here."
"What's wrong? Your martial arts skills not enough for you now?" Dawson asked, almost mockingly.
Xander looked at him seriously, "Against at werewolf? That's like trying to stop a nuclear warhead with a pair of chopsticks. I think we're both a little over-matched here."
Dawson shrugged, "There's a famous saying. Life's a bitch, and then you die. Sometimes you just gotta go for it, Xandman."
Xander frowned, "Or in your case, Life's a bitch, you die, you come back, and then you die again."
"Stop with the comedy and lets get to it." Dawson said, vamping out.
The double-headed werewolf sniffed the air heavily, first in Dawson's direction, then in Xander's. It suprised them both, as it began to speak, in a voice that sounded like Andie and Jack combined, with another, lower voice. "The pale one will do no good... a heart with no life won't set us free." After sniffing Xander, it continued, "His will do... it beats strongly. But there's a more fitting sacrifice, I know. That Pacey bastard. He'll be made to pay for his injustices."
The wolf blitzed past them yet again, taking off in the direction of the residential district.
"It's a bit wordy for a drooling flea-bag." Xander noted, shouldering his tranq-gun again. He did a double-take, "It said it was after Pacey... just great." Dawson was already headed down the street after the werewolf. Xander shrugged and started off too. He was getting quite a bit of exercise tonight.
*CUT TO: Pacey and Joey. Joey is still extremely worried, and Pacey sees it. He tries to get her mind off of it.*
"Y'know, Potter, I could get used to this coddling. Care to be my servant woman?"
She paid no attention to what he actually said, dismissing him, "Sure, whatever, Pace." She glanced around nervously, before standing up and declaring, "I think I'm going to go outside and wait for them."
Pacey laughed, "Joey Potter waiting for a guy... two guys, in fact. I better mark the calendar for this one."
The comment got to Joey finally, and she smacked him on the arm, "If you don't want your side to hurt more than it already does, you'll clam up, Pacey." He straightened up, the smile dropping from his face.
She gave him one final, menacing glare, before stepping out onto the front porch. Pacey sat on the couch for a few moments, looking around in a vain attempt to entertain himself, before declaring, "Oh great..." He held up an empty glass, "Now who's going to refill my orange juice?"
*CUT TO: Andie/Jack(Überwolf) running along the street, full-tilt. They screech to a halt at an intersection, pausing to sniff the air, before tearing off down the side-street.*
*CUT BACK TO: Joey pacing back and forth across the porch. She's talking to herself.*
"They should be back by now... he said it'd only be an hour... its been..." She looked at her watch, before realizing she didn't have one, "Oh, I don't even know... they should be back..." She suddenly stopped her pacing, and looked as if something dawned on her.
"Oh my god... Pacey was right. I'm waiting up for a guy... two guys. What's happened to me?" She sat down on one of the chairs that sat on the porch, and her gaze was off into nowhere.
*CUT TO: The front door, as it opens. Pacey pokes his head out.*
"Uh, Jo... I think maybe you should come in, it's getting a little cold out here."
Joey was startled by the break in the silence, jumping up out of the chair she was sitting in. She looked at Pacey, "What are you doing? You shouldn't be up and walking around... well, I don't think so, anyway."
"Then come coddle me, Potter." He mocked. She swatted at him lightly, hitting his arm and sending him back into the house.
Before she made it inside herself, she heard a distinct huffing and puffing coming from down the street. It almost sounded like a pair of dogs. She squinted, looking down the street as far as she could in one direction, and saw nothing. Before she could turn back and look the other way, she was violently pulled back into the house, and the door slammed right past her.
She looked at Pacey angrily, about to scold him, but was halted as something large rammed into the other side of the door, splintering it. She screamed, as did Pacey, who pulled her further away from the door.
He ignored the pain flaring in his side as he started pulling whatever large objects he could and pushing them towards the door. It was a sturdy door, but it wouldn't hold forever. He pushed the couch as fast as he could, but the door was ready to give way.
Joey finally woke up from her daze and started helping Pacey with the couch. A few more rams, and the door would burst through. They just managed to get the couch in the way before the door flew open. They heard the loud grumble as the ram contacted with the blockage the couch provided.
Whatever it was, it was momentarily stunned. Pacey and Joey scrambled to find other things to block the exits to the house with. They were securing the back door, when one of the house's front windows shattered in. They came face to face... to face... with a mean looking double-headed werewolf.
*Commercial break*
*FADE TO: Dawson and Xander running up to the front of Pacey's house. They see the smashed door and window, and halt.*
Dawson was crestfallen, "We're too late..."
Xander frowned, but quickly shook his head. "Not so fast, Blonde Dead Boy." He ran up the stairs, onto the porch, and quickly looked around. The only option he saw was the window, so he made sure the tranq-gun was tight on his shoulder, and made a running jump through the opening.
He landed in the front room, on a pile of broken glass, and rolled to his feet... right into a large mass of fur. He looked up, to see the rear-end of their current foe.
Überwolf turned around, glaring at him with both heads, before letting out a pair of deafening roars in his direction. His saving grace came flying overhead, as Dawson came diving through the window, tackling the werewolf to the ground.
This gave Xander a chance to get to his feet and unshoulder the tranq-gun. Dawson and the wolf were rolling around on the floor, as Xander tried to get a clear shot.
Dawson huffed angrily from his position underneath the beast at the time, "Shoot already!"
He managed to roll the beast onto its back, temporarily. Xander had already squeezed the trigger beyond the point of no return, and landed the cartridge firmly in
Dawson's rear-end. He howled in pain, rolling off the creature and pulling the cartridge out of his ass and screaming, "Not ME!"
Überwolf jumped up to its feet, and over Dawson's prone body, continuing its mission to get Pacey.
*CUT TO: Pacey and Joey, who have been standing there in awe the whole time. When the wolf took up chase again, Pacey pushed Joey out of the way, into the kitchen, as he pulled open he back door, and ran out. The wolf kept after him.*
"What the hell is he thinking?" Joey asked, no one in particular. Xander was helping Dawson up off the floor, albeit pointlessly, as Dawson's lower half was quickly becoming numb... for a dead person.
They quickly assembled themselves and started for the back door, when they heard Pacey yelling loudly as he blazed past the front yard. They turned around, and all went climbing out of the window after them.
*CUT TO: Pacey running along in front of the werewolf... his only advantage is that Überwolf looks extremely winded.*
"Man..." His breathing was heavy, "I just love... Xander Land..." He cut across a corner to get an even better edge, "I think I might just... come back some day..." He looked over his shoulder to see Überwolf still chasing, "Then again... I hate Xander..."
*CUT TO: Joey driving the Witter truck like a maniac.*
"Excellent idea borrowing the truck... uh, you can drive, right?" Xander commented as he pulled up his pouch.
Joey looked skeptically at him, "Yeah, sure... just like riding a bike... with extra wheels."
Xander frowned, "Only 3 cartridges left... I better be a crack shot from now on..."
Dawson looked at him, his face not showing amusement, "I still don't like you." He grumbled.
"Feeling is mutual, worm food."
"There they are!" Joey yelled before yanking the wheel in the direction of their target. She pressed her foot on the gas, and got as close behind Überwolf as she could. Xander leaned out the window and tried to get a clear shot.
He started squeezing the trigger, when Joey accidentally bumped the curb. The shot fired, but missed by a wide margin. He didn't have time to glare at the mistake, and tried to take another shot. He growled as he couldn't get a clear shot, he was bouncing around too much.
"Dammit... I can't do this moving... we've got to get that thing to stop."
Dawson quickly threw open the small window at the rear of the cab, and crawled his way out. He stuck his head back in for a short moment, and yelled, "Get as close to it as you can... I'll take the damn thing down... and then we're taking it out."
*CUT TO: Reverse shot, between Pacey and Überwolf... Dawson is seen standing up in the truck bed, as Joey puts the pedal to the floor and speeds up. Dawson crawled over as far to the side of the truck that the wolf was on, and waited to get close enough. As the truck got there, Dawson took a step off the lip of the truckbed and launched himself into the air, grabbing the wolf from behind and tackling it to the ground.*
*CUT TO: Joey hitting the brakes, bringing the truck to a sudden halt. They both jumped out, as Xander readied the tranq-gun.*
"Pacey, get in the truck!" Xander yelled. Pacey, extremely exhausted, ran to the truck and climbed in.
Dawson was wrestling with the Überwolf again, trying to open up a shot for Xander. Seeing the opportunity, Xander quickly squeezed off a round, landing it in the same side he did earlier in the night.
The wolf faltered, and began transforming. The side that was tranquilized began splitting off, and transformed into a tired looking young man. The other half of the wolf, obviously Andie now, was not deterred, and charged at Xander. The tranq-gun seemed to be jammed, as Xander squeezed the trigger repeatedly. Right before Andie had a chance to tear into Xander, the shot finally fired, catching her in the stomach.
She stumbled backwards, roaring loudly. In one sudden, and violent moment, a vamped out Dawson stepped up behind her, and proceeded to jar her neck, snapping it instantly. He smiled a toothy, vampiric grin, seeming satisfied with himself.
They all looked at him in awe, at the sheer bestiality of the act. He paused only a moment before grabbing Jack by the neck and pulling him up to his feet, ready to repeat the act. Pacey ran over, after climbing out of the truck, and stopped him from finishing.
"D, you don't need to do that... he's not even conscious right now."
Dawson sneered at him with his vampire features, "All the better, he won't have to feel it."
Pacey was stunned, but continued, "Uh... that doesn't matter... we should find out just what was going on before we, uh, do anything hasty..." He looked down at the body of Andie, who had by now morphed back to normal. Her neck was bent at a sickeningly odd angle.
Xander came up behind Pacey, "He's right, Dawson... benefit of the doubt and all." Dawson growled slightly as he dropped Jack to the ground. Xander stopped him before he went running off anyway, "Uh... we probably shouldn't leave the body out here... could you get it in the truckbed?" Dawson didn't look enthused, but complied.
Pacey shook his head, helping Xander get Jack on his feet, "Man, I am so *not* going to enjoy explaining this all to my dad."
*CUT TO: Jack, sipping from a cup. Joey, Xander, and Pacey are all there... but Dawson is conspicuous by his absence.*
"So Andie read this really old book... and it described a ritual for removing this... affliction from an individual... so we were trying to round up the ingredients." Jack finished explaining.
"What were you rounding up?" Joey asked, curiously.
"Uh... you might not like this... but our main priority was, well, human hearts."
"Oh my..."
"Well... I..." Jack looked down at the floor, "I wanna apologize... for what I did. Andie was so determined to become normal again... I just wanted to help her... I didn't mean to hurt anybody."
Xander, Joey, and Pacey exchanged a look, "We understand... but you really did hurt people. You killed them... so you can't just wipe the slate clean with an apology... you'll have to work at it."
"I understand." He sighed, "Uh, right now I'm really tired... can I go to sleep or something?"
They all nodded, and exited the room. They swung the door closed, revealing it was a jail cell he was in, and they left, turning off the lights.
*CUT TO: The three walking through the front office. It's still very late.*
Doug approached them, "Are you all finished?"
"Yeah, Doug... and thanks for this, I'll explain it to you tomorrow. Well, what I can..." Pacey said, patting his brother on the back before leaving with Pacey and Xander.
"You better... you really owe me for this, Pace." Doug said, an annoyed look on his face.
*FADE OUT*
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