*Author Notes. Don't own it. Never said I did. Be cool if I did though. Also the songs CONFLICT, and LIBERATE are by Disturbed and belong to, you guessed it, Disturbed. Also I am aware I am kind of screwing with the time frame for the songs. Anyway on with my mad ramblings that people seem to enjoy. Next chapter the crossover starts. Hopefully. *
Chapter 4: Big Bite of the Big AppleXander stepped off the bus and looked around at his first sight of New York. Not Much different then L.A. he thought. No chicks in bikinis though. Ah well, as the saying goes "Can't have your cake and eat it to." At least it's far, far away from Buffy. He smiled at that thought. He wanted nothing to do with the SunnyDale crew for now. Not the least on the top of questions he didn't want to answer was where he got the pistols.
Walking out of the station he hailed a cab like in the movies. Wow, it worked! He thought with a grin. Maybe cheesy movie clichés aren't so cheesy. He got in the cab. The driver looked to be from the Middle East, what with a turban on his head and all. This fact was confirmed when he heard the driver speak.
"Where to buddy?" the man said with an obvious Arab accent.
"The nearest and cheapest hotel." Xander said while taking out a couple of twenties.
"Right away sir." The driver replied flicking on his meter and moving out in to the turtle like traffic.
The drive was relatively uneventful. The most exciting part was when someone cut off the cabby and Xander was treated to some very creative curses in Afghani. The cab pulled up along side the street next to a rather nice looking building, which showed that the owners obviously cared about the appearance of the building. It was a three-story building with a small sign above the door. The sign, painted in green with black letters said: To all seeking room for the night, and bode no ill will, enter here and find your fill. On a plaque on the door it stated the hotel's name, The Last Roadside.
"That's 20 dollars please." The driver stuck his hand back for the twenty that was forth coming.
"Thanks" Xander said handing over said twenty. Getting out of the cab, he walked to the door and pushed it open. On the inside the inn looked like a Middle Ages tavern. Cool. Xander thought, Kind of Robin Hood Like. Seeing an Older gentleman of about 30 years standing at the bar he walked up to it.
"Hello son what can I do for ya?" The innkeeper asked.
"Well I was here about a room, But it's got to be expensive for a place like this." Xander said truthfully
"Nonsense, We charge $60 dollars a night and another $30 for cable if you want it." The man said.
"Well, that's cheaper than I would expect. Name's Xander." Xander said taking the required $90 out of his pocket.
"Name's Ivan. First door on the right, up the stairs. If you want something to eat or drink we don't do room service here. You'll have to come down to the tavern part." Ivan the innkeeper said, handing Xander a very old looking key.
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." Xander said walking up the stairs and to the room he was given. Opening the door he saw a room straight from the Middle Ages, with a real four-poster wooden bed, olden style windows and an oil lamp. Only thing that wrecked the illusion was the 17" color TV in the corner. Wow, $90 bucks for all this. Great deal. He thought.
Throwing his bag on the bed he sat down in an old chair next to the bed. It creaked slightly when he sat in it but it supported his weight. Pulling out his stuff he took an inventory of what he needed. Let's see, 2 .45 pistols, change of clothes, 3 clips for said pistols, only 34 rounds though. Need to buy a couple boxes, Couple of stakes, a cross, watch, and only $1,760 in cash. Need some more quickly. Maybe I should go see if the "Nightlife" has any money I can borrow. He thought through his mental inventory. Grabbing his "new" coat and the pistols. He quickly loaded them and slipped them into his coat, only one going into a holster. He slid the jacket on and headed downstairs.
"Hey Ivan, Anything interesting to eat and drink?" Xander asked with a crooked grin.
"Well if ya want I got some Mead, You can drink that even though you're under age. Got some roasted pork to. What would you like?" Ivan smiled at his current (and only) customer.
"Well the mead sounds good and I guess roasted pork it is." Xander's grin widened at the fact that he really had not choice.
Ivan reached behind the counter and grabbed the drinking horn of mead. "Here ya go kid. This is the way it used to be done in the Viking Days. You don't set the horn down till it's gone. You can eat and such. But you do it with only one hand." Ivan smiled. No way the kid's going to out last the horn. "The pork will be out in a minute." Ivan said passing the horn to Xander.
Taking a swig of the mead he found it wasn't bad, kind of a pleasant honey taste to it. Taking another couple gulps he let out a belch worth of Viking Days. "Excuse me. Good stuff though it does make you burp." Xander told Ivan in a conspiratorial way.
"Heh heh, it ought to. It's fermented honey. Mean's it's on the same level as beer, but a hell of a lot better tasting." Ivan said dropping the pork in front of Xander. "When you're done, if your looking to go out there's a club down the way called FANGS. Supposed to be pretty good. You might want to check it out." Ivan told him.
"Thanks Ivan. I appreciate it." Xander said. Tearing into his pork. Not bad he thought, actually really good. Gobbling the rest of pork taking occasional draughts of his "drinking horn". Standing up he downed the rest of the horn. Setting it down on the bar, he smiled. "Thanks again Ivan. I'm gonna go check out that club." He said walking toward the door.
"See ya later kid. And be careful eh?" Ivan called as Xander walked out of the door.
Sure enough when he got out the door he saw a big sign a few building down and across the street. FANGS it read. Well not subtle that's for sure. He thought heading for the club. If he had been looking to the side he would have seen the black man with a coat very similar to his checking out the joint.
Walking into the club he was nearly blasted by the lyrics coming out. Sounds like Heavy Metal, He thought. Cool.
"You are enemy
You are my hated enemy
I am enemy
Number one-rated enemy
I'm labeled enemy
I am your mortal enemy
My actions enemy
Make me your bitter enemy"
Xander's head started bobbing to the harsh beat of the Disturbed lyrics. He started mingling among the dancing crowd. Not paying attention to the many peoples faces. Just dancing for the joy of it.
"All the world around enemy
They're tearing up the ground enemy
They're drawn in by the sound
Enemy, enemy, I must eliminate my enemy
Your people enemy
My people's hated enemy
What are you enemy
Though a created enemy
Terminate the enemy
Eradicate the hated enemy
I am an enemy
My very greatest enemy
You try to tell me that you love life
Then find another way to kill life
Wanting, love life
Needing, kill life
Wanting, love life
Needing, kill your
Enemy"
As the song finished up he started cheering with the rest of the crowd. As the second song started he moved over to the side to watch for the song.
"Bold motherfucker don't you limit your mind?
Liberate your mind you motherfucker
You're so narrow-minded, so narrow-minded
So liberate your mind you motherfucker
Will you liberate your mind?
Liberate your mind you motherfucker
You're so narrow-minded, so narrow-minded
So liberate your mind you motherfucker
Will you liberate your mind this time?"
Xander smiled at the song. Then something hit him. He looked at his hand and saw a drop or a red liquid. Taking his hands and moving it around in the liquid he felt the texture of it. Blood he thought. Looking up he saw a drop as it fell on his fore head.
"Bold motherfucker don't you limit your mind
Can't you see that the pace has just fallen behind?
All the hate in your heart will be leaving you blind
So bold motherfucker don't you limit your mind?
Now bold motherfucker don't you limit your mind
Can't you see that the pace has just fallen behind?
All the hate in your heart will be leaving you blind
So bold motherfucker don't you limit your mind this time?
(Chorus)
Waiting for your modern messiah to take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye still awaiting I
Liberate your mind you motherfucker
You're so narrow-minded, so narrow-minded
So liberate your mind you motherfucker
Will you liberate your mind?
Liberate your mind you motherfucker
You're so narrow-minded, so narrow-minded
So liberate your mind you motherfucker
Will you liberate your mind this time?
Bold motherfucker don't you limit your mind
Can't you see that the pace has just fallen behind?
All the hate in your heart will be leaving you blind
So bold motherfucker don't you limit your mind?
Now bold motherfucker don't you limit your mind
Can't you see that the pace has just fallen behind?
All the hate in your heart will be leaving you blind
So bold motherfucker don't you limit your mind this time?
(Chorus)
Out of Zion shall come forth the law?
And the word of the Lord from Jerusalem
Nation shall not raise sword against nation
And they shall not learn war anymore
For the mouth of the Lord hath spoken
(Chorus)
As the song ended Xander felt the sprinklers open up and the blood wash down on him. Looking around at the faces he saw that they had changed. They had become demonic. OH SHIT! His mind screamed, VAMPIRE NIGHT CLUB. He thought drawing his a pistol in one hand, stake in the other. I am so going to die. He thought. I don't want to die; At least I can take some with me.
The vamps turned on him and started moving forward. Grinning the first wave rushed at Xander. Firing with his pistol, he tried to push them back. His stake slid into his first vamp of the night making it one with the dust bunnies. The rest swarmed him and started punching and kicking him while he was crushed beneath them. Tripping one vamp so that he ended on the bottom of the pile he slid out. Freaking idiots. He thought as the vamps pummeled their own member. Xander managed to sneak stake two of them before they caught on. As he backed up everything stopped as they heard a resonant clapping. The camps turning toward it, Xander did to. Seeing a black man in a long trench coat, a katana under his arm. The man grabbed the katana and arced it on the ground.
"My turn" The black man said in a deep voice.