Part 3:
Joey considered herself as quite the accomplished vampire. In her 15 years of demonhood, she has accomplished quite a lot. She has two childes, Dawson and Pacey, a vampire gang of her own and has been the cause of over THREE mass massacres {well one of those times it was a soccer riot but I still was important in the massacring process}. And now here she was in the Hellmouth.
"What a beautiful cemetary." Pacey chirped cheerily. For a creature of the night, she was an unnaturally perky person.
"Yes, Pacey. All the death and decay really gives this place such a warm atmosphere." Dawson answered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Will you two please shut the hell up! Some of us are plotting to take over this town over here.", Joey hissed.
"What plot? Let's do what we usually do. Meet a few people, bite a few necks, and have a jolly good time. Why the sudden delusions of grandeur anyway?", Dawson asked nonchalantly.
Pacey gave Dawson an exasperated look. "Hello, we're on a Hellmouth! Every vampire's dream is to have a little slice of hell he or she can call their home, a place where they can kick back and relax after a hard day's worth of murdering and voice pillaging."
"So what's the problem then? From what I heard of Hellmouths, that is gonna be a piece of cake. Hellmouths are like demon apartments."
"I know. But from what I've heard from other vampires, there's something called The Slayer here. I don't know what that is, but other vampires are scared shitless of it."
"Slayer?" Dawson asked quizzically "Isn't that like a brand of mouthwash or something?"
Pacey, oblivious to the fact that no one was listening to her, continued her tirade. " We could spruce this place up! A vase over here, a dead puppy by that tombstone over there."
"Let me guess. You guys are the representatives for 'Better Crypts and Gardens'?" A new, feminine voice interrupted the three. The owner of the voice, a short blonde woman stepped out of the shadows provided by the trees. Joey, Dawson, Pacey and the rest of their minions suddenly felt fear shoot up their spine involuntarily.
"Who are you?" Joey asked bluntly.
The woman gave her a curious look before the mischief returned to her eyes. "So now we're making introductions before I kick your ass? How formal of you. I should have dressed for the 'event'. Anyway, my name is Buffy, the vampire slayer, and you are?"
"Hi, I'm Pacey, and this is." Pacey started, before being interrupted by Joey. "So you're the slayer.." "What the hell is a slayer, anyway?" Dawson suddenly chimed in.
"What, you guys never received the memo?" Buffy gave an exaggerated sigh. "It's a very long story. But, in a nutshell, I kill you guys." Buffy said as she got into a (lazy looking) defensive stance.
"Oh, I'm so scared." Joey taunted, trying to ignore the inherent feeling of fear that her kind experience when confronted with a slayer. "There are 15 vampires here, along with an almost-master vampire. Do you think we fear you, Slayer?"
" An 'almost' master vampire? Let me guess, you failed the written exam right. You don't look like the book smarts kind of vamp. Besides, who said I was alone?" As Buffy said that, two crossbow bolts came from behind her, catching both Pacey and a random minion vampire squarely in the chests, dusting them instantly.
Buffy jumped into action immediately, taking on both Joey and Dawson at once while the other minion level vampires ran around aimlessly in panic trying to avoid the seemingly endless rain of crossbow bolts being fired at them from out of nowhere. The battle was very one sided in Buffy's favour, despite the overwhelming number odds.
Buffy easily blocked a sloppy punch thrown her way by Joey, and caught her with a savage kick to the chest, knocking her down. And then, without even looking, Buffy threw her stake over her shoulder, dusting Dawson, who was trying to sneak up on her from behind. By then, already half of the minion vampires had been taken out by the crossbow bolts.
Joey let out a high pitched scream when she saw Dawson scatter to the wind. "First you kill Pacey, and now you kill Dawson. For that slayer, you are going to pay.", Joey threatened, and started attacking Buffy with more ferocity.
But she was still no match for Buffy.
" Pacey, Dawson? Let me guess, you're name is Joey right? Hey, Spike! Get over here! I think the whole cast of Dawson's Creek have been vamped." Buffy said as she easily blocked Joey's offence.
Suddenly, the torrent of bolts ceased as the remaining four minion vamps let out a collective sigh of relief. They're relief was short lived however, as they were suddenly attacked by a certain platinum haired vampire.
"Don't you". drop kick, stake. "dare joke about". parry, hard punch, stake. "Dawson's creek".roundhouse, stake. "like that, slayer.". block, clothesline, stake.
"What are you going to do, Spike? Tell your mommy?", Buffy teased as she nonchalantly tripped the charging Joey, causing her to fall down on her chest before staking her from behind.
"I'll have you know Slayer, that Dawson's Creek is quality programming. Besides, what else am I going to do during the day?"
"Well, you could go sunbathing, take a bath in holy water or just drop yourself on a bed of stakes.", Amy said as she stepped out into the view of the other two, holding two crossbows, while another two was in a bag she was holding.
"Oh, sod off, cheese breath.", Spike muttered.
"Looks like the spell worked, Aims." Buffy said as she got up, dusting herself off.
"Yeah. With auto reloading crossbows, we can attack the vamps more efficiently. Those goons didn't know what hit them." Amy said with a grin on her face.
Buffy smiled back mischievously. "Who knows, with this 'innovation' we might not even need Spike anymore."
"You might not need my stake to kill vampires anymore, slayer, but you still need my stake for other things.", Spike said with a leer.
"Amy?" Buffy asked with a neutral expression.
"Yeah Buff?"
"Did he just mention 'The Forbidden Topic of Doom'?", Buffy said as she pointed her stake towards Spike's chest.
"Sound like it, Buff."
Spike very slowly pushed the stake aside, before hastily deciding to change the subject. "So, Brain," he addressed Amy, bringing his voice to a higher pitch, "what are we going to do tonight?"
"The same thing we do every night, Pinky," Amy answered seriously, "try to take over the world.". The Pinky and The Brain joke was an old one between the two of them.
"Or, we could go get a drink at Willy's. Your treat of course." Spike shot back.
"Oh Spike, you really know how to show a girl a good time.", Amy answered sarcastically. "Wanna join us, Buff?"
"Nah, I've got to go check up on Dawn. I think she may be coming down with something. She said she was tired, and."
Buffy stopped mid sentence as her heightened Slayer senses picked up a distinct sound coming from somewhere in the cemetery. {A humming?}
"This way." Buffy said as she motioned for Spike and Amy to follow her.
The humming came from a clearing in the middle of the cemetery. When Buffy, Spike and Amy reached the clearing, Buffy and Spike's jaws fell as they saw the source of the humming.
"Drusilla?"
The scene in front of them was disturbing to say the least. Drusilla was circling a mangled, drained, corpse, holding on to Miss Edith, singing 'Ring Around The Roses'.
Buffy, seeing enough, charged her, staked raised. Drusilla barely avoided the stake pointed squarely at her chest. When she saw her attacker, she smiled. "Yippee, it's the slayer. Miss Edith is warning you, slayer, you had better not attack her mommy. That would make mommy's kitten very angry. And when kitten is angry, he becomes a tiger."
"Tigers? So you finally joined the circus, Drusilla? Did they run out of normal freaks for the sideshow?" Buffy lunged forward again, this time knocking Drusilla to the ground, and straddled her.
"Buffy, no!" Spike screamed as he jumped towards Buffy, trying to knock her off Drusilla. Even though he was a white hat now, he still had a spot in his heart for his sire.
Unfortunately, his chipped kicked in. He stopped short in mid air, and fell to the ground unceremoniously as he clutched his head in agony.
Buffy raised her stake above Drusilla's chest, ready to strike the final blow, when she heard a clapping sound from her left. All four of them turned around to see who it was.
"Good, I see everyone is here." The man said. He was six foot tall, looked to be in his early thirties, and had an athletic build. His fully red attire contrasted his grey eyes. "The Slayer, William The Bloody and Drusilla. But wait, someone is missing. Where is the White Knight?"
Xander stood in front of the tombstones of his loved ones. {Good thing this cemetery isn't in Buffy's route tonight, I don't want them to see me like this.}He walked past each grave, touching the heads of their tombstones.
Jenny Calendar.
Joyce Summers.
Anya Harris.
Willow Rosenberg.
Xander Harris
{They think I'm dead. And they're right. I am dead.}
"Xander?"
A frightened, timid, sobbing voice coming from behind him. He'd recognize the voice anywhere. The voice of a friend and a sister. The voice of one of the people he used to love. Back when he could still love.
He turned around.
"Dawn."
Dawn rushed to him, pulling him tightly into a hug. Her mind was full of questions right now {I thought he was dead. We all did. How did he get back here? Oh my god, is he a vampire? Am I hugging a vampire? What if he's going to bite me right now?} But for now, nothing mattered to her.
They're. her Xander was back. Back where he belonged.
Joey considered herself as quite the accomplished vampire. In her 15 years of demonhood, she has accomplished quite a lot. She has two childes, Dawson and Pacey, a vampire gang of her own and has been the cause of over THREE mass massacres {well one of those times it was a soccer riot but I still was important in the massacring process}. And now here she was in the Hellmouth.
"What a beautiful cemetary." Pacey chirped cheerily. For a creature of the night, she was an unnaturally perky person.
"Yes, Pacey. All the death and decay really gives this place such a warm atmosphere." Dawson answered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Will you two please shut the hell up! Some of us are plotting to take over this town over here.", Joey hissed.
"What plot? Let's do what we usually do. Meet a few people, bite a few necks, and have a jolly good time. Why the sudden delusions of grandeur anyway?", Dawson asked nonchalantly.
Pacey gave Dawson an exasperated look. "Hello, we're on a Hellmouth! Every vampire's dream is to have a little slice of hell he or she can call their home, a place where they can kick back and relax after a hard day's worth of murdering and voice pillaging."
"So what's the problem then? From what I heard of Hellmouths, that is gonna be a piece of cake. Hellmouths are like demon apartments."
"I know. But from what I've heard from other vampires, there's something called The Slayer here. I don't know what that is, but other vampires are scared shitless of it."
"Slayer?" Dawson asked quizzically "Isn't that like a brand of mouthwash or something?"
Pacey, oblivious to the fact that no one was listening to her, continued her tirade. " We could spruce this place up! A vase over here, a dead puppy by that tombstone over there."
"Let me guess. You guys are the representatives for 'Better Crypts and Gardens'?" A new, feminine voice interrupted the three. The owner of the voice, a short blonde woman stepped out of the shadows provided by the trees. Joey, Dawson, Pacey and the rest of their minions suddenly felt fear shoot up their spine involuntarily.
"Who are you?" Joey asked bluntly.
The woman gave her a curious look before the mischief returned to her eyes. "So now we're making introductions before I kick your ass? How formal of you. I should have dressed for the 'event'. Anyway, my name is Buffy, the vampire slayer, and you are?"
"Hi, I'm Pacey, and this is." Pacey started, before being interrupted by Joey. "So you're the slayer.." "What the hell is a slayer, anyway?" Dawson suddenly chimed in.
"What, you guys never received the memo?" Buffy gave an exaggerated sigh. "It's a very long story. But, in a nutshell, I kill you guys." Buffy said as she got into a (lazy looking) defensive stance.
"Oh, I'm so scared." Joey taunted, trying to ignore the inherent feeling of fear that her kind experience when confronted with a slayer. "There are 15 vampires here, along with an almost-master vampire. Do you think we fear you, Slayer?"
" An 'almost' master vampire? Let me guess, you failed the written exam right. You don't look like the book smarts kind of vamp. Besides, who said I was alone?" As Buffy said that, two crossbow bolts came from behind her, catching both Pacey and a random minion vampire squarely in the chests, dusting them instantly.
Buffy jumped into action immediately, taking on both Joey and Dawson at once while the other minion level vampires ran around aimlessly in panic trying to avoid the seemingly endless rain of crossbow bolts being fired at them from out of nowhere. The battle was very one sided in Buffy's favour, despite the overwhelming number odds.
Buffy easily blocked a sloppy punch thrown her way by Joey, and caught her with a savage kick to the chest, knocking her down. And then, without even looking, Buffy threw her stake over her shoulder, dusting Dawson, who was trying to sneak up on her from behind. By then, already half of the minion vampires had been taken out by the crossbow bolts.
Joey let out a high pitched scream when she saw Dawson scatter to the wind. "First you kill Pacey, and now you kill Dawson. For that slayer, you are going to pay.", Joey threatened, and started attacking Buffy with more ferocity.
But she was still no match for Buffy.
" Pacey, Dawson? Let me guess, you're name is Joey right? Hey, Spike! Get over here! I think the whole cast of Dawson's Creek have been vamped." Buffy said as she easily blocked Joey's offence.
Suddenly, the torrent of bolts ceased as the remaining four minion vamps let out a collective sigh of relief. They're relief was short lived however, as they were suddenly attacked by a certain platinum haired vampire.
"Don't you". drop kick, stake. "dare joke about". parry, hard punch, stake. "Dawson's creek".roundhouse, stake. "like that, slayer.". block, clothesline, stake.
"What are you going to do, Spike? Tell your mommy?", Buffy teased as she nonchalantly tripped the charging Joey, causing her to fall down on her chest before staking her from behind.
"I'll have you know Slayer, that Dawson's Creek is quality programming. Besides, what else am I going to do during the day?"
"Well, you could go sunbathing, take a bath in holy water or just drop yourself on a bed of stakes.", Amy said as she stepped out into the view of the other two, holding two crossbows, while another two was in a bag she was holding.
"Oh, sod off, cheese breath.", Spike muttered.
"Looks like the spell worked, Aims." Buffy said as she got up, dusting herself off.
"Yeah. With auto reloading crossbows, we can attack the vamps more efficiently. Those goons didn't know what hit them." Amy said with a grin on her face.
Buffy smiled back mischievously. "Who knows, with this 'innovation' we might not even need Spike anymore."
"You might not need my stake to kill vampires anymore, slayer, but you still need my stake for other things.", Spike said with a leer.
"Amy?" Buffy asked with a neutral expression.
"Yeah Buff?"
"Did he just mention 'The Forbidden Topic of Doom'?", Buffy said as she pointed her stake towards Spike's chest.
"Sound like it, Buff."
Spike very slowly pushed the stake aside, before hastily deciding to change the subject. "So, Brain," he addressed Amy, bringing his voice to a higher pitch, "what are we going to do tonight?"
"The same thing we do every night, Pinky," Amy answered seriously, "try to take over the world.". The Pinky and The Brain joke was an old one between the two of them.
"Or, we could go get a drink at Willy's. Your treat of course." Spike shot back.
"Oh Spike, you really know how to show a girl a good time.", Amy answered sarcastically. "Wanna join us, Buff?"
"Nah, I've got to go check up on Dawn. I think she may be coming down with something. She said she was tired, and."
Buffy stopped mid sentence as her heightened Slayer senses picked up a distinct sound coming from somewhere in the cemetery. {A humming?}
"This way." Buffy said as she motioned for Spike and Amy to follow her.
The humming came from a clearing in the middle of the cemetery. When Buffy, Spike and Amy reached the clearing, Buffy and Spike's jaws fell as they saw the source of the humming.
"Drusilla?"
The scene in front of them was disturbing to say the least. Drusilla was circling a mangled, drained, corpse, holding on to Miss Edith, singing 'Ring Around The Roses'.
Buffy, seeing enough, charged her, staked raised. Drusilla barely avoided the stake pointed squarely at her chest. When she saw her attacker, she smiled. "Yippee, it's the slayer. Miss Edith is warning you, slayer, you had better not attack her mommy. That would make mommy's kitten very angry. And when kitten is angry, he becomes a tiger."
"Tigers? So you finally joined the circus, Drusilla? Did they run out of normal freaks for the sideshow?" Buffy lunged forward again, this time knocking Drusilla to the ground, and straddled her.
"Buffy, no!" Spike screamed as he jumped towards Buffy, trying to knock her off Drusilla. Even though he was a white hat now, he still had a spot in his heart for his sire.
Unfortunately, his chipped kicked in. He stopped short in mid air, and fell to the ground unceremoniously as he clutched his head in agony.
Buffy raised her stake above Drusilla's chest, ready to strike the final blow, when she heard a clapping sound from her left. All four of them turned around to see who it was.
"Good, I see everyone is here." The man said. He was six foot tall, looked to be in his early thirties, and had an athletic build. His fully red attire contrasted his grey eyes. "The Slayer, William The Bloody and Drusilla. But wait, someone is missing. Where is the White Knight?"
Xander stood in front of the tombstones of his loved ones. {Good thing this cemetery isn't in Buffy's route tonight, I don't want them to see me like this.}He walked past each grave, touching the heads of their tombstones.
Jenny Calendar.
Joyce Summers.
Anya Harris.
Willow Rosenberg.
Xander Harris
{They think I'm dead. And they're right. I am dead.}
"Xander?"
A frightened, timid, sobbing voice coming from behind him. He'd recognize the voice anywhere. The voice of a friend and a sister. The voice of one of the people he used to love. Back when he could still love.
He turned around.
"Dawn."
Dawn rushed to him, pulling him tightly into a hug. Her mind was full of questions right now {I thought he was dead. We all did. How did he get back here? Oh my god, is he a vampire? Am I hugging a vampire? What if he's going to bite me right now?} But for now, nothing mattered to her.
They're. her Xander was back. Back where he belonged.