Midnight in Sunnydale
A Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Sonja Blue Crossover
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This is set at the beginning of Season 5 just after Buffy vs. Dracula. For those who know the Sonja Blue Books, this takes place shortly before the book In the Blood
I am working. I tracked the trio here to this place called the Bronze. The Other is happy here. She just loves all the fresh meat on display. I scan the crowd and see the signs of my kind, Pretenders. A group of werewolves in the corner hustle girls who have the taint of out-of-town on them. A drunken frat boy near the bar is making the pitch to a succubus disguised as a cute girl. They are all there: Incubi, skin dancers, an ogre bodyguard watching the door to a more exclusive part of the club. It dawns on me again, as it has once or twice since I arrived in town; Sunnydale is very open about its Pretenders.
Some humans are checking me out. I know what they see: a young twenty-five year old with a wild cuckoo's nest hairstyle, faded jeans, a Ramones T-shirt and a beaten looking leather jacket. That ensemble is more then enough to discourage the jocks that fill this California town. For the few that still don't get the hint there is a low-level psychic emanation that I give off that scares people or pisses them off. For the latter group, I keep a switchblade. I have a space at the crowded bar to myself. It's just as well that I discourage the wild life. The average age in the room is mid twenties, chronologically speaking; I'm easily twice that.
I spot the vamps as they target their prey. The boy is young; he has vamp bait written all over him I am surprised that he has managed to get this far. This kid is going to end up married to some bitchy man-eater who will cheat on him and separate him from half his income…assuming he survives the night. The band of three starts buying him drinks and promising him drugs. He is the lonely type. A person being nice to him is unheard of. He drinks the drinks and seems delighted at the thought of more fun to follow. They start herding the boy to the exit. I decide to meet them round the other side. As I expected, they chose to use the alleyway in the rear. They are working themselves into a killing frenzy. They will all attack at once. The boy is too drunk to grasp that he should be doing the better part of fight or flight. I step from the shadows to where they can see me. They are unimpressed. Than again, unless I am dealing with Nobles, most vampires never are.
One of them startles and hisses "The Slayer. The older one settles him down "She's no slayer, are you little girl?" He moves slowly toward me "Are you some kind of judo expert little girl is that why you think you can take all three of us on" When he is close he gets a good sniff of me. A friend told me I smell of death. That friend betrayed me; I ended up having to kill him so it might be true. The vampire stops and starts to panic. I on the other hand am totally relaxed. The young one rushes me. I can still smell the grave dirt on him. Newly raised, too stupid to know better, I would never attack something deadlier then me.
The young one throws a solid punch at me. I decide to cut him some slack. I grab his arm and break it in only two places. He screams and falls to the ground. The old one is backing away when his other companion unleashes a flying kick in my direction. I decide it's time to use the switchblade. The blade is razor sharp an etched in silver. One quick strike and vampire thug is lying on the ground moaning. I have cut his hamstrings. The old one is circling, He is scared. I can smell his fear; The Other loves it and wants to play with him. He has circled to the mouth of the alley. He turns and starts to run. I reverse my grip on the knife. It is perfectly balanced. I throw hard, the blade lodges in his back. It has pierced his heart. He explodes into dust. I walk over to the pile of dust and retrieve my switchblade. At that point, the one I hamstrung gets off the ground and tries to get away. I slip in behind him and slip the blade in just between the third and fourth rib. The vampire is dead. That leaves me with one playmate left. The young one is crawling away on the ground I slowly walk toward him.
"Ok Sweet Meat, I have questions; you have answers. You answer quickly, you die quickly or not at all, you stall on me and you die very slowly". I straddle him and hold him down. The knife is poking into his windpipe. I have his attention. "I am looking for a vampire he would have just hit town."
"Rafe said he was bad news and that I should stay away from him"
"But, you know where I can find this Vampire, Yes?"
"NO"
I am disappointed; I express my disappointment by cutting off one of his eyelids. It serves a purpose. It makes me feel better and it jogs his memory.
"He took a call"
"Good Boy" I patronize "What was the substance of this call"
"I don't know- all I know was that he said that Spike might know about the knife."
"What knife? And who is Spike?"
"I don't know Rafe said that the knife was one of those things that Spike and his girlfriend were always trying to get their hands on."
"Where is Spike"
He tells me were I can find the unknown Spike. I ask him some more questions and he doesn't know much A round about this time the vamp bait come around and realizes this is not the scene he wants to be in. He runs. It's just the young vampire and me. He is begging me for his life. The Other is begging me for a chance to play. I figure that if I give in and let her have her fun now she will leave me alone later. It takes him a long time to die. The Other likes her men to have stamina. I don't ask her what she does, but the images leave her satisfied for hours.
From the diaries of Sonja Blue