Part 8: Crossovers Suck Dude, Or Is It Vamps?
Slight note from story here. This part contains men acting very immature. So, you know, the guys are being themselves. Although Kyle does act a little stupider than usual, if you want to know, just imagine Kelso from "That 70's Show" portraying Kyle for this part. And Tara and Willow are written a little out of character for, well, my testosterone.
Having recovered from his vicious non-sexual beating Max was looking forward to a nice normal night on the town. Michael had driven them (with help from the author) to a little nothing town outside of L.A. They made California in good time (Thank the author) and decided to see the sights. Thus, this is the set up for the crossover you were all wanting. So, we flash forward to the local club where everyone hangs out. For convenience. Also, will note for continuity purposes, the last thing that happened on Buffy is not in this story. Good.
"Yo, dude, those chicks are kissing." Kyle, being ever observant and, well, horny, spotted the wet dream of most heterosexual male teenagers. As he is one of those, he displayed the tact of them by staring openly and drooling.
"Yes Kyle, I saw. Don't stare, it's rude." Max was scanning the crowd, he'd had an odd feeling since showing up in this town. Michael and Alex had gotten drinks and sat at a table while he and Kyle were still trying to decide on drinks and maybe nacho-nacho-nacho man.
"But dude, they're like kissing. Now they're holding hands. Man, this is so cool." Kyle is dumb today. No other explanation.
"Kyle, if you don't shut up I am going to hurt you. Do you understand?"
"Uh, guess so." And with that they walked back to the table where Michael and Alex were, where the first words out of Kyle's mouth was "Dudes, did you see those two chicks kissing?"
"What? Where man?" Alex was suddenly interested while Max just sighed.
"They were over there mate, but I wouldn't stare too long unless you want one of them to curse you." Said the blonde that you all were wanting to see, and since as far as we know you're all heterosexual women, it's Spike instead of Buffy. Being as he always is he just sat down at the table with them, drink in one hand and cigarette in the other.
"Who are you?" Michael, the ever so polite, said.
"Call me Spike. So, what are you and he and who are the other two?" He already decided he liked this one kid, since the kid seemed to like almost no one else.
"What do you mean what are we?" Max took over with a look saying "shut up Michael, right now, or I'll rate you out to Maria, and then I'll tell Izzy you coined the nickname of the Christmas Nazi". Guys can convey a lot with a look.
"Well, the other two are human, but you two the smell is off a bit. I didn't recognize the smell so I thought I'd sit down and see who you were and if you were here to cause trouble. I could use a spot of trouble."
"Smelled us?" Michael was already thinking up ways to do something stupid and overreact. It's what he does. The humans, though, were too busy watching the girls make out to care what was going on.
"Yeah, it's what vamps do. And don't worry, I won't be eating you. That blonde in the corner would kill me if I did. Unless you attack me, at which time I can fight a little. Hey, quit staring. I've been cursed before, you don't want it." Spike found it funny how humans tended to stare at women like that, at least these two snapped out of it.
"Oh, hey, I'm Alex. Who're you?"
"As I said earlier, I'm Spike."
"I'm Kyle, Spike eh? Cool name man."
"Wait, you say you're a vampire?" Michael was just plain disbelieving now. Spike took a second, looked around then flashed his demon visage to the guys. Alex promptly wet himself, Max sat back, Michael glared and Kyle, being stupid said…
"That's cool man. Does it hurt?"
"Just until I died. So, what are you guys?"
"Oh, they're aliens." Kyle blurted out, yeah, he's making lots of people happy. Since Michael hit him.
"Really? Well, in all of my 126 years I've never met an alien. Nice to meet you two. And if you're here to abduct someone, may I suggest that annoying bugger of a bartender?"
"We're not here to abduct anyone, we don't do that. Well, except for Michael but she ended up his girlfriend. We're here for a road trip vacation type thing. Oh, and my name is Max."
"Well then, you picked a horrible place to visit. This place is crawling with vampires, most will eat you. Lots of other demons plus a Vampire Slayer who might off you if she thinks you're a demon. So be careful, though… Ah hell, come with me. I'll introduce you to the girl so you won't have any problems." With that Spike got up and walked straight for Buffy.
"Slayer, I thought I'd introduce you to my new friends, Kyle and Alex here are human, Max and Michael are aliens, guys, this is the Vampire Slayer."
TBC…
Slight note from story here. This part contains men acting very immature. So, you know, the guys are being themselves. Although Kyle does act a little stupider than usual, if you want to know, just imagine Kelso from "That 70's Show" portraying Kyle for this part. And Tara and Willow are written a little out of character for, well, my testosterone.
Having recovered from his vicious non-sexual beating Max was looking forward to a nice normal night on the town. Michael had driven them (with help from the author) to a little nothing town outside of L.A. They made California in good time (Thank the author) and decided to see the sights. Thus, this is the set up for the crossover you were all wanting. So, we flash forward to the local club where everyone hangs out. For convenience. Also, will note for continuity purposes, the last thing that happened on Buffy is not in this story. Good.
"Yo, dude, those chicks are kissing." Kyle, being ever observant and, well, horny, spotted the wet dream of most heterosexual male teenagers. As he is one of those, he displayed the tact of them by staring openly and drooling.
"Yes Kyle, I saw. Don't stare, it's rude." Max was scanning the crowd, he'd had an odd feeling since showing up in this town. Michael and Alex had gotten drinks and sat at a table while he and Kyle were still trying to decide on drinks and maybe nacho-nacho-nacho man.
"But dude, they're like kissing. Now they're holding hands. Man, this is so cool." Kyle is dumb today. No other explanation.
"Kyle, if you don't shut up I am going to hurt you. Do you understand?"
"Uh, guess so." And with that they walked back to the table where Michael and Alex were, where the first words out of Kyle's mouth was "Dudes, did you see those two chicks kissing?"
"What? Where man?" Alex was suddenly interested while Max just sighed.
"They were over there mate, but I wouldn't stare too long unless you want one of them to curse you." Said the blonde that you all were wanting to see, and since as far as we know you're all heterosexual women, it's Spike instead of Buffy. Being as he always is he just sat down at the table with them, drink in one hand and cigarette in the other.
"Who are you?" Michael, the ever so polite, said.
"Call me Spike. So, what are you and he and who are the other two?" He already decided he liked this one kid, since the kid seemed to like almost no one else.
"What do you mean what are we?" Max took over with a look saying "shut up Michael, right now, or I'll rate you out to Maria, and then I'll tell Izzy you coined the nickname of the Christmas Nazi". Guys can convey a lot with a look.
"Well, the other two are human, but you two the smell is off a bit. I didn't recognize the smell so I thought I'd sit down and see who you were and if you were here to cause trouble. I could use a spot of trouble."
"Smelled us?" Michael was already thinking up ways to do something stupid and overreact. It's what he does. The humans, though, were too busy watching the girls make out to care what was going on.
"Yeah, it's what vamps do. And don't worry, I won't be eating you. That blonde in the corner would kill me if I did. Unless you attack me, at which time I can fight a little. Hey, quit staring. I've been cursed before, you don't want it." Spike found it funny how humans tended to stare at women like that, at least these two snapped out of it.
"Oh, hey, I'm Alex. Who're you?"
"As I said earlier, I'm Spike."
"I'm Kyle, Spike eh? Cool name man."
"Wait, you say you're a vampire?" Michael was just plain disbelieving now. Spike took a second, looked around then flashed his demon visage to the guys. Alex promptly wet himself, Max sat back, Michael glared and Kyle, being stupid said…
"That's cool man. Does it hurt?"
"Just until I died. So, what are you guys?"
"Oh, they're aliens." Kyle blurted out, yeah, he's making lots of people happy. Since Michael hit him.
"Really? Well, in all of my 126 years I've never met an alien. Nice to meet you two. And if you're here to abduct someone, may I suggest that annoying bugger of a bartender?"
"We're not here to abduct anyone, we don't do that. Well, except for Michael but she ended up his girlfriend. We're here for a road trip vacation type thing. Oh, and my name is Max."
"Well then, you picked a horrible place to visit. This place is crawling with vampires, most will eat you. Lots of other demons plus a Vampire Slayer who might off you if she thinks you're a demon. So be careful, though… Ah hell, come with me. I'll introduce you to the girl so you won't have any problems." With that Spike got up and walked straight for Buffy.
"Slayer, I thought I'd introduce you to my new friends, Kyle and Alex here are human, Max and Michael are aliens, guys, this is the Vampire Slayer."
TBC…