I know, hella short chapter for that long wait but this fic is just so damn
hard to write. 'Cause I have no idea what's up with the Familiars or Max's
relationship to them and if anyone has any ideas I'd be happy to hear them.
I'm guessing the next chapter should come quicker.
f-b: Never gave up...just had a huge writer's block 'cause this really is a challenge.
Kekki: So, so sorry for the delay and I'm glad you like it. I'm a big Dark Angel and Spike fan. Unfortunately there aren't that many Buffy/DA fics out there. Oh and don't stop pressuring me...that's one of the things that made me use my pea of a brain to bring you this pathetically small chapter. More will be up soon if I get some ideas like I hope.
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Chapter 6
Last time on the Crossover Challenge: Emily, Giles' great niece approached Max and of course she just had to go on her way to see everyone's favorite bleached vampire.
"What ever happened to knocking, like a good little bike messenger?" he asked not taking his eyes off the TV. He was laying there in the dark, watching a old Soap Opera and eating Buffalo wings dipped in ketchup.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded. If he didn't give me answers I would make him give me answers.
We take off from there.
Spike
So Max the Jampony messenger was back, was she? What the hell was going on, she asks. Well she's gonna have to be a little more specific than that.
"Uh, luv, you're going to have to tell 'ole Spike a little more."
"Don't call me that and a few days ago you warned me of some "British wanker" and tonight some British bitch comes up to me and says she's from the Watcher's Council. Care to tell me what the hell is going on?"
"Uh, there are a number of possibilities." I waved off. I dipped a Buffalo wing into the blood, quickly shoved it in my mouth and hid the blood so she wouldn't see any thing. Not my brilliant idea to go and tell everyone I'm a vampire.
"Which are...?" she asked as I continued to watch Passions.
I stayed silent, thinking.
Max sighed and turned the telly off. "Hey! You could at least turn the VCR off to you know. What with you being a guest in my bloody home." I got up and stopped the VCR.
"A number of things. You might be a Watcher, though highly unlikely because you're American and a transgenic. You might be the new Slayer, but there's the whole Trans-G factor to remember, or you could be a part of a prophecy."
"I asked for answers not mind games."
"No mind games, pet. But honestly I think that the last one would have to be the best bet." She didn't say anything so I continued on, "See, I've been doing some research about what's going on right now. The Familiars, I don't know if you've heard of them but they...well how can I put this.? They're not exactly out to make the world what it used to be."
"I've heard of them. I don't care about them though, you haven't explained to me what you or that Emily chic has to do with anything."
"Well, you, I'm not sure of yet. Me, that's my business, and the Watcher, Emily, she came on my request. The council said they had some business over here anyway. I'm expecting her anytime now."
Right on cue there was a nock on the wall and a brunette Watcher stepped into view and she looked strangely familiar.
"Uh...hello?" she asked.
"You must be the Watcher?"
"Yes, I'm Emily Giles, I believe you knew my great-uncle Rupert back when you-"
"Yeah, I knew him. What ever happened to Rupes anyway?"
"Oh, he's retired."
"That's good for him. Now uh, shall we get to business?"
"Yes, can I come in?"
"You don't need an invitation do you?" I joked.
Emily smiled and came in then she saw Max. "Miss Guevara? What are you doing here?"
"Trying to get some answers." Max glared at her...I could tell Max held power and she was not someone you wanted to get in a fight with. She didn't smell entirely human either...her blood smelled sweeter and more powerful. Similar to that of a Slayer but not quite.
"Yes of course. Two birds one stone." Emily muttered.
"She's not the chosen One is she?" I asked.
"No, Now if the council is right she would be-"
"Hello? I'm right here and I'd appreciate it if you stopped talking like I don't exist."
"Sorry, luv. Even if we did tell you chances are you wouldn't believe us anyway."
"Oh, Mr. Spike-" Emily started to say.
"Just Spike." God I hated it when people called me that, I mean does it sound like Spike is a last name? I don't think so.
"Spike, you don't mind if I can have the ring. For my safety."
"You're not planning on keeping it or destroying it are you? Last I knew the Watchers didn't like va-me and a lot of my friends." Whoops, forgot Max was right there.
"I will return it to you once the session is over with."
"Fine, but you better return it." I said and slipped the ring off my finger and gave it to her.
"Okay, listen, you're gonna give me some answers. One: Are you some sort of Lord of the Rings? Two: What do I have to do with any of this? Three: what the hell is up with you two?"
I didn't feel like explaining everything to her but it'd be better if I did. "One, no, two, dunno, three, it's complicated."
"Those were not answers."
"Listen, girl, you're not the princess here. I could clean kill you in a second." I growled.
Emily shifted and put her hand into the inside pocket of her coat, "Not that I would." I added quickly and the Watcher relaxed and pulled her hand out.
"Like you could anyway."
I took a deep, unneeded breath and clenched my jaw.
"Um, maybe I should start to explain things." Emily cut in before I could reply with something dark n' dangerous.
"Hey, now there's an idea." Max said dryly.
"Max, you do have a destiny much like a Slayer but not very mystical."
"What's a Slayer?"
"I got this one," I said, "A Slayer is one girl in all the world who has the strength and abilities to stop the Vampires and Demons. There was one of them, Buffy, she was called but died. She came back and another had been called, you see when one dies another one is called so now there are two. Just some minor info."
"Yes. Vampires, and Santa is real."
"He is actually." I pointed out, "Just not the one everyone believes him to be."
"Anyway, the Watchers, they watch the Slayers and train them. The Council only used to be in Europe but in the year 2004 we spread out. There's a sub- base in this very state. We've been keeping tabs on Manticore and the Minoan cult for some time now. We probably know more about this thing than you do."
"Which is why I've been asking the questions." Max snapped, "and this doesn't have anything to do with me!"
"Max, the Minoan cult is very evil and Sandeman saw that. To prove they were wrong he created you. He knew there was some sort of big plan for the strong to kill the weak people of the entire world. Very much in the same way the Judge did, Spike."
"They're gonna raise a demon?" I wondered. Weren't the old days nice? So much better than the now. I still had a place in the world; I was evil, it was a place. Now I'm a souled vampire just doing what has to do to get by in this bloody world. Not evil, but certainly not good.
"We don't know yet. It's the only bloody thing they managed to keep from us. We will find out though...until then, Max, watch your back. They know who you are now and they will try to stop you one way or another."
"Well, you know I was just totally waiting for them kill me." More sarcasm from the bike messenger.
Emily sighed, "Fine, but I warned you. Spike, I'll talk to you later."
"Yes, of course." I nodded, but I wasn't forgetting everything, "Uh, luv, the ring?"
Emily didn't move for a second and I stepped closer, "Even without the ring I could still...well I take it you've read my background." Semi-empty threat and I think she knew that, but still she nodded then handed it to me.
I grinned slightly as I slid it back on my finger, "Nice talking to you."
She nodded and excused herself and I turned back to Max, "Listen, I know you probably thing we're nuts but I can prove it to you. About demons and vampires."
"How?"
"Tonight," I paused for dramatic effect, "we hunt."
f-b: Never gave up...just had a huge writer's block 'cause this really is a challenge.
Kekki: So, so sorry for the delay and I'm glad you like it. I'm a big Dark Angel and Spike fan. Unfortunately there aren't that many Buffy/DA fics out there. Oh and don't stop pressuring me...that's one of the things that made me use my pea of a brain to bring you this pathetically small chapter. More will be up soon if I get some ideas like I hope.
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Chapter 6
Last time on the Crossover Challenge: Emily, Giles' great niece approached Max and of course she just had to go on her way to see everyone's favorite bleached vampire.
"What ever happened to knocking, like a good little bike messenger?" he asked not taking his eyes off the TV. He was laying there in the dark, watching a old Soap Opera and eating Buffalo wings dipped in ketchup.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded. If he didn't give me answers I would make him give me answers.
We take off from there.
Spike
So Max the Jampony messenger was back, was she? What the hell was going on, she asks. Well she's gonna have to be a little more specific than that.
"Uh, luv, you're going to have to tell 'ole Spike a little more."
"Don't call me that and a few days ago you warned me of some "British wanker" and tonight some British bitch comes up to me and says she's from the Watcher's Council. Care to tell me what the hell is going on?"
"Uh, there are a number of possibilities." I waved off. I dipped a Buffalo wing into the blood, quickly shoved it in my mouth and hid the blood so she wouldn't see any thing. Not my brilliant idea to go and tell everyone I'm a vampire.
"Which are...?" she asked as I continued to watch Passions.
I stayed silent, thinking.
Max sighed and turned the telly off. "Hey! You could at least turn the VCR off to you know. What with you being a guest in my bloody home." I got up and stopped the VCR.
"A number of things. You might be a Watcher, though highly unlikely because you're American and a transgenic. You might be the new Slayer, but there's the whole Trans-G factor to remember, or you could be a part of a prophecy."
"I asked for answers not mind games."
"No mind games, pet. But honestly I think that the last one would have to be the best bet." She didn't say anything so I continued on, "See, I've been doing some research about what's going on right now. The Familiars, I don't know if you've heard of them but they...well how can I put this.? They're not exactly out to make the world what it used to be."
"I've heard of them. I don't care about them though, you haven't explained to me what you or that Emily chic has to do with anything."
"Well, you, I'm not sure of yet. Me, that's my business, and the Watcher, Emily, she came on my request. The council said they had some business over here anyway. I'm expecting her anytime now."
Right on cue there was a nock on the wall and a brunette Watcher stepped into view and she looked strangely familiar.
"Uh...hello?" she asked.
"You must be the Watcher?"
"Yes, I'm Emily Giles, I believe you knew my great-uncle Rupert back when you-"
"Yeah, I knew him. What ever happened to Rupes anyway?"
"Oh, he's retired."
"That's good for him. Now uh, shall we get to business?"
"Yes, can I come in?"
"You don't need an invitation do you?" I joked.
Emily smiled and came in then she saw Max. "Miss Guevara? What are you doing here?"
"Trying to get some answers." Max glared at her...I could tell Max held power and she was not someone you wanted to get in a fight with. She didn't smell entirely human either...her blood smelled sweeter and more powerful. Similar to that of a Slayer but not quite.
"Yes of course. Two birds one stone." Emily muttered.
"She's not the chosen One is she?" I asked.
"No, Now if the council is right she would be-"
"Hello? I'm right here and I'd appreciate it if you stopped talking like I don't exist."
"Sorry, luv. Even if we did tell you chances are you wouldn't believe us anyway."
"Oh, Mr. Spike-" Emily started to say.
"Just Spike." God I hated it when people called me that, I mean does it sound like Spike is a last name? I don't think so.
"Spike, you don't mind if I can have the ring. For my safety."
"You're not planning on keeping it or destroying it are you? Last I knew the Watchers didn't like va-me and a lot of my friends." Whoops, forgot Max was right there.
"I will return it to you once the session is over with."
"Fine, but you better return it." I said and slipped the ring off my finger and gave it to her.
"Okay, listen, you're gonna give me some answers. One: Are you some sort of Lord of the Rings? Two: What do I have to do with any of this? Three: what the hell is up with you two?"
I didn't feel like explaining everything to her but it'd be better if I did. "One, no, two, dunno, three, it's complicated."
"Those were not answers."
"Listen, girl, you're not the princess here. I could clean kill you in a second." I growled.
Emily shifted and put her hand into the inside pocket of her coat, "Not that I would." I added quickly and the Watcher relaxed and pulled her hand out.
"Like you could anyway."
I took a deep, unneeded breath and clenched my jaw.
"Um, maybe I should start to explain things." Emily cut in before I could reply with something dark n' dangerous.
"Hey, now there's an idea." Max said dryly.
"Max, you do have a destiny much like a Slayer but not very mystical."
"What's a Slayer?"
"I got this one," I said, "A Slayer is one girl in all the world who has the strength and abilities to stop the Vampires and Demons. There was one of them, Buffy, she was called but died. She came back and another had been called, you see when one dies another one is called so now there are two. Just some minor info."
"Yes. Vampires, and Santa is real."
"He is actually." I pointed out, "Just not the one everyone believes him to be."
"Anyway, the Watchers, they watch the Slayers and train them. The Council only used to be in Europe but in the year 2004 we spread out. There's a sub- base in this very state. We've been keeping tabs on Manticore and the Minoan cult for some time now. We probably know more about this thing than you do."
"Which is why I've been asking the questions." Max snapped, "and this doesn't have anything to do with me!"
"Max, the Minoan cult is very evil and Sandeman saw that. To prove they were wrong he created you. He knew there was some sort of big plan for the strong to kill the weak people of the entire world. Very much in the same way the Judge did, Spike."
"They're gonna raise a demon?" I wondered. Weren't the old days nice? So much better than the now. I still had a place in the world; I was evil, it was a place. Now I'm a souled vampire just doing what has to do to get by in this bloody world. Not evil, but certainly not good.
"We don't know yet. It's the only bloody thing they managed to keep from us. We will find out though...until then, Max, watch your back. They know who you are now and they will try to stop you one way or another."
"Well, you know I was just totally waiting for them kill me." More sarcasm from the bike messenger.
Emily sighed, "Fine, but I warned you. Spike, I'll talk to you later."
"Yes, of course." I nodded, but I wasn't forgetting everything, "Uh, luv, the ring?"
Emily didn't move for a second and I stepped closer, "Even without the ring I could still...well I take it you've read my background." Semi-empty threat and I think she knew that, but still she nodded then handed it to me.
I grinned slightly as I slid it back on my finger, "Nice talking to you."
She nodded and excused herself and I turned back to Max, "Listen, I know you probably thing we're nuts but I can prove it to you. About demons and vampires."
"How?"
"Tonight," I paused for dramatic effect, "we hunt."