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Disclaimer: (A statement made to save one's own ass...) I don't own these Characters. I am not selling them or this work. If somebody wants to send me money, that would be Nice, but I doubt it will happen. Don't Sue me Joss or Kevin.
Author Note: Takes place after J&SB strike Back and shortly after the Musical Episode of Buffy.
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Prologue
Smoking and drinking in alleys
Joreck stalked along the alley nearby the train station. He hated trains; they took too long going coast to coast when you can't get off to find someone to eat. he'd been stuck on the train for two and a half days, and he hadn't been able to get a drink during that time: People tend to notice when you kill someone on a train. Yes, Joreck was a vampire. He was only happy that the train had gotten to Sunnydale at local nighttime. In fact, this was the only train that did get here at nighttime, and he'd reluctantly taken it since it was a nonstop. He was hungry after nearly three days without feeding. Thus he stalked down this alley after the two people he'd seen enter. He paused and saw the vague shadow of a man at the other end of the alley, a faint glow of a cigarette near his mouth, and a faint smell in the air, which his vampire senses easily picked out. He easily recognized the scent, he smelled enough of it in the sixties and seventies.
Joreck was older than most Vampires, the not-so-famous ones, anyway. He was seventy six and still looked the age of twenty four that he'd been when he was turned. He had stayed with the one who'd turned him, Forlen, all that time. They'd started individual nests all around New England, and the most recent ones in New Jersey. It was there that they'd come across it, his reason for being here. They'd discovered an ancient Talisman, The Inverted Cross of Frellen. It had properties similar to the ring of Amada. It too allowed any Vampire wearer to be immune to those things that would kill any other of his kind. However, this Medallion also amplified the wearers latent abilities, making him stronger, faster, better than before. The only catch was, there was a ceremony required to activate the Talisman. A ceremony that none of those in his troop in Jersey knew. They'd made some inquiries in the matter, and found a warlock who specialized in these matters. So Here he was, traveling across the country to find this warlock to decipher the nature of this ceremony, and go back to Jersey to make he and his troop one of the most feared in the States.
But first he'd get something to eat.
This guy looked mighty appealing.
He moved towards the guy, moving as silently as a cat stalking it's prey. He could see the Way the man was nodding his head to some tune obviously in his head. He allowed his true face to come out, and bared his fangs. He could see the way his target breathed out a plume of smoke through both mouth and nose.
He could see it all so well, you'd think he could see the other guy across the alley.
Cause the other guy sure saw him. And this other guy sure didn't like the look of Joreck.
So it should be no surprise that, just as Joreck was preparing to strike, that the slightly shorter man from across the alley struck first. Hard. He threw a right cross straight to the side of the face, Joreck was stunned, and the smoking man was alerted to his presence.
"Yo, Fuck man, what da Fuck's goin on?" He shouted. No response came, and the shorter man simply continued his attack on Joreck with an elbow to the exposed upper back. "Yo, he start some shit with you?" The smoker asked his shorter friend. "Well don't worry, bro, I gotch-yo-back!" He shouted, snuffing out his blunt on the brick wall and placing it behind his ear as his companion drove a knee into Jorecks stomach. Joreck was simply surprised by the suddenness and speed of the attack and did not recover as quickly as he would have if he were well fed. He elbowed his assailant in the ribs while still being kneed. The blow drove them apart, sending The attacker falling over a trash can and Joreck tripping out closer to the exit, and falling on his back. The thin smoker spoke, "Yo Bitch, were you goin? damn straight you run bitch, I'll kick yo mother fuckin ass! I'll get my Convict girlfriend and kick your ass from here to California!" His companion arose, and looked at him with a slightly exasperated look, and gestured to their surroundings. The smoker looked confused for a second, then figured out the error he'd made. The thinner man looked at him and shouted. "Oh, fuck you! How the hell am I supposed to know where I am?" He shouted at his compatriot, temporarily turning from Joreck, who had sprang to his feet and scanned the darkness of the alley for the shorter man.
He judged the distance, and jump-tackled the beefier opponent. The thinner man was taken off guard and stepped back. Joreck threw a punch at the human, who dodged it. The shorter human simply slammed into him, putting all his weight into his shoulder. This put Joreck back several feet, and he thinner man moved forward. He instinctively felt his pocket. Yes, the Talisman was still there. He was charged to guard it at all cost, and he was not going to let them get it. He checked the thicker human, and thus failed to notice that the thinner man had pulled a golf club out of his bag and was well into a swing towards his mid-section. He was too far into it for Joreck to dodge the attack completely, and it hit a glancing blow to the ribs. But something was wrong. He'd been hit with metal object before, and it never hurt like this. He could feel the flesh were he'd been struck burning and sizzling. It hit like a sledgehammer. This didn't make sense, Vampires weren't harmed by metal!
The thin man spoke again, "What? Don't like dat, bitch? You think your big shit? You think your all kinds of tough? Well say hello to mister bad-ass-motherfuckin-king!" He said just as he swung in an upward arc to connect squarely with Joreck's chin. The force of it sent Joreck flying out into the street beyond the alley. He screamed at the pain, and as the pain and burning streamed through his body, the two humans moved towards him slowly, moving side by side now. Joreck could feel the fire passing through his body, and was soon reduced to a quick burst of ash.
The two humans paused for a moment at the sight of this, and moved out of the shadow of the alley, into the yellow light of the street lamp. It reveals the long, straggly blond hair of the taller man, his black beanie cap holding the blunt against his ear. It showed, first the long, green winter coat of the shorter man, then the long dark hair, the short beard and mustache, and the backward baseball cap. the light also shows the somewhat shocked expressions of each face. The thinner man reached up behind his ear and brought around the snuffed out blunt. He looked at it for a moment than motioned to his friend. "Dude, this is some good shit, Silent Bob. Take a hit." His friend did not move to take it, and he then walked on, saying to his friend, "Man, Kick'n ass makes me hungry. Lets go get a Mooby Burger, Lunchbox." His friend stood frozen for a moment, and looked down at the spot where Joreck had combusted. He noticed a small peace of jewelry, picked it up, and placed it in one of his coats many inside pockets. He then Followed his stoned friend Jay into the streets of Sunnydale.
Disclaimer: (A statement made to save one's own ass...) I don't own these Characters. I am not selling them or this work. If somebody wants to send me money, that would be Nice, but I doubt it will happen. Don't Sue me Joss or Kevin.
Author Note: Takes place after J&SB strike Back and shortly after the Musical Episode of Buffy.
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Prologue
Smoking and drinking in alleys
Joreck stalked along the alley nearby the train station. He hated trains; they took too long going coast to coast when you can't get off to find someone to eat. he'd been stuck on the train for two and a half days, and he hadn't been able to get a drink during that time: People tend to notice when you kill someone on a train. Yes, Joreck was a vampire. He was only happy that the train had gotten to Sunnydale at local nighttime. In fact, this was the only train that did get here at nighttime, and he'd reluctantly taken it since it was a nonstop. He was hungry after nearly three days without feeding. Thus he stalked down this alley after the two people he'd seen enter. He paused and saw the vague shadow of a man at the other end of the alley, a faint glow of a cigarette near his mouth, and a faint smell in the air, which his vampire senses easily picked out. He easily recognized the scent, he smelled enough of it in the sixties and seventies.
Joreck was older than most Vampires, the not-so-famous ones, anyway. He was seventy six and still looked the age of twenty four that he'd been when he was turned. He had stayed with the one who'd turned him, Forlen, all that time. They'd started individual nests all around New England, and the most recent ones in New Jersey. It was there that they'd come across it, his reason for being here. They'd discovered an ancient Talisman, The Inverted Cross of Frellen. It had properties similar to the ring of Amada. It too allowed any Vampire wearer to be immune to those things that would kill any other of his kind. However, this Medallion also amplified the wearers latent abilities, making him stronger, faster, better than before. The only catch was, there was a ceremony required to activate the Talisman. A ceremony that none of those in his troop in Jersey knew. They'd made some inquiries in the matter, and found a warlock who specialized in these matters. So Here he was, traveling across the country to find this warlock to decipher the nature of this ceremony, and go back to Jersey to make he and his troop one of the most feared in the States.
But first he'd get something to eat.
This guy looked mighty appealing.
He moved towards the guy, moving as silently as a cat stalking it's prey. He could see the Way the man was nodding his head to some tune obviously in his head. He allowed his true face to come out, and bared his fangs. He could see the way his target breathed out a plume of smoke through both mouth and nose.
He could see it all so well, you'd think he could see the other guy across the alley.
Cause the other guy sure saw him. And this other guy sure didn't like the look of Joreck.
So it should be no surprise that, just as Joreck was preparing to strike, that the slightly shorter man from across the alley struck first. Hard. He threw a right cross straight to the side of the face, Joreck was stunned, and the smoking man was alerted to his presence.
"Yo, Fuck man, what da Fuck's goin on?" He shouted. No response came, and the shorter man simply continued his attack on Joreck with an elbow to the exposed upper back. "Yo, he start some shit with you?" The smoker asked his shorter friend. "Well don't worry, bro, I gotch-yo-back!" He shouted, snuffing out his blunt on the brick wall and placing it behind his ear as his companion drove a knee into Jorecks stomach. Joreck was simply surprised by the suddenness and speed of the attack and did not recover as quickly as he would have if he were well fed. He elbowed his assailant in the ribs while still being kneed. The blow drove them apart, sending The attacker falling over a trash can and Joreck tripping out closer to the exit, and falling on his back. The thin smoker spoke, "Yo Bitch, were you goin? damn straight you run bitch, I'll kick yo mother fuckin ass! I'll get my Convict girlfriend and kick your ass from here to California!" His companion arose, and looked at him with a slightly exasperated look, and gestured to their surroundings. The smoker looked confused for a second, then figured out the error he'd made. The thinner man looked at him and shouted. "Oh, fuck you! How the hell am I supposed to know where I am?" He shouted at his compatriot, temporarily turning from Joreck, who had sprang to his feet and scanned the darkness of the alley for the shorter man.
He judged the distance, and jump-tackled the beefier opponent. The thinner man was taken off guard and stepped back. Joreck threw a punch at the human, who dodged it. The shorter human simply slammed into him, putting all his weight into his shoulder. This put Joreck back several feet, and he thinner man moved forward. He instinctively felt his pocket. Yes, the Talisman was still there. He was charged to guard it at all cost, and he was not going to let them get it. He checked the thicker human, and thus failed to notice that the thinner man had pulled a golf club out of his bag and was well into a swing towards his mid-section. He was too far into it for Joreck to dodge the attack completely, and it hit a glancing blow to the ribs. But something was wrong. He'd been hit with metal object before, and it never hurt like this. He could feel the flesh were he'd been struck burning and sizzling. It hit like a sledgehammer. This didn't make sense, Vampires weren't harmed by metal!
The thin man spoke again, "What? Don't like dat, bitch? You think your big shit? You think your all kinds of tough? Well say hello to mister bad-ass-motherfuckin-king!" He said just as he swung in an upward arc to connect squarely with Joreck's chin. The force of it sent Joreck flying out into the street beyond the alley. He screamed at the pain, and as the pain and burning streamed through his body, the two humans moved towards him slowly, moving side by side now. Joreck could feel the fire passing through his body, and was soon reduced to a quick burst of ash.
The two humans paused for a moment at the sight of this, and moved out of the shadow of the alley, into the yellow light of the street lamp. It reveals the long, straggly blond hair of the taller man, his black beanie cap holding the blunt against his ear. It showed, first the long, green winter coat of the shorter man, then the long dark hair, the short beard and mustache, and the backward baseball cap. the light also shows the somewhat shocked expressions of each face. The thinner man reached up behind his ear and brought around the snuffed out blunt. He looked at it for a moment than motioned to his friend. "Dude, this is some good shit, Silent Bob. Take a hit." His friend did not move to take it, and he then walked on, saying to his friend, "Man, Kick'n ass makes me hungry. Lets go get a Mooby Burger, Lunchbox." His friend stood frozen for a moment, and looked down at the spot where Joreck had combusted. He noticed a small peace of jewelry, picked it up, and placed it in one of his coats many inside pockets. He then Followed his stoned friend Jay into the streets of Sunnydale.