Title: Demons & Demigods (5/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to season two of Buffy, anything in the Herc/Xenaverse, and the Avalon World Tour in Gargoyles.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: What happens when the divine and demonic collide? Sequel to Divine Interruption.
Author's Note: Yeah, I know, it took me long enough to get to this point. But at least I'm working on it.
* * *
It had been a nice date.
More importantly, it had been wonderful to let sleeping demons lie for once and get away from the stresses of saving lives and passing class, even if it was only for a few hours.
At the moment, the couple was headed for Willow's house, cutting across one of Sunnydale's numerous graveyards. After escorting her home, Xander was going to head over to Shady Hill Cemetery to join Buffy on patrol... or relieve her of newbie vamp watch if the bloodsucker hadn't come up yet.
Suddenly, Xander caught Willow's arm, and they stopped. Turning and looking at him strangely, she asked, "Xander? What...?"
"Shh..."
Then she heard it. A low growl.
"That... that didn't sound like a vampire," Willow said nervously.
"It's not," Xander replied.
That's when it stalked out of the brush ahead of them. It was covered with fur and stood on two legs, slightly hunched over. Sharp-looking claws extended from its fingers and toes, complementing its equally sharp-looking teeth, and it snarled a challenge, looking directly at Xander.
"Willow," Xander said softly, "get out of the way."
"_What_?"
"Go!" he shoved her to the side, just as the werewolf -- the odds of anything _else_ looking like that were pretty slim in his opinion -- leaped at him. The impact knocked him off his feet, and he wrapped a hand around the werewolf's throat, desperately keeping its teeth away from him as he tried to throw it off.
At least he remembered _that_ much about werewolf lore.
A roar rang in his ears, deep and reverberating, and suddenly, the weight on his chest vanished. He rolled over and rose to his feet. The darkness kept him from making out any details, but he was pretty sure he saw... wings?
In moments, though, the battle was over, and his savior disappeared into the night.
* * *
Suddenly, there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door.
Actually, no. It was more like a pounding. A very _loud_ pounding. Accompanied by an equally _loud_ yelling.
"Bugger all," Giles muttered as he clambered out of bed. "This had better be bloody important."
He opened his apartment door and was surprised to see Willow and Xander standing there. Xander had some twigs and grass in his hair, and he looked a little worn out, while Willow was pale and trembling slightly.
All annoyance at the loss of sleep evaporated.
"What happened?"
"What do you know about werewolves?" Xander asked.
* * *
Detective Elisa Maza, NYPD, sighed as she leaned against the stone form of her largest companion.
"Almost sundown, big guy," she murmured, brushing a hand across Goliath's frozen face.
As the last rays of sunlight vanished, she stepped back. Cracks spiderwebbed across their statuesque forms, and with mighty roars, the three gargoyles burst free, their stone skin shattering and falling to the ground.
It still awed her when she saw it, even after nearly two years.
Goliath looked around and said, "Come. We must find the werewolf."
* * *
Bronx whined as he stopped.
Elisa sighed, "Great. A nightclub. Not exactly the most inconspicuous location."
"We have no choice," Goliath rumbled. "One bite is all it will take to infect another."
At that moment, a window burst open, and the werewolf leaped out, snarling ferally. Bronx snarled a return challenge and pounced as Goliath and Angela moved to block the alley entrance.
Elisa ground her teeth in frustration. Her sidearm was empty, she was susceptible to the werewolf's bite, and her hand to hand training did _not_ include non-human foes.
A backhand from the werewolf sent Bronx flying to the side, though a large gash on its side stood silent testimony to Bronx's contribution. The werewolf's head swung left and right, looking at the two exits.
It leaped at Angela.
"ANGELA!" Goliath roared, charging across and grabbing it by the scruff of its neck. He slammed it into the wall, then hurled it down the alleyway.
It whimpered as it struck the dead end of the cul-de-sac.
"I'll be damned," came a surprised voice from behind them.
They turned and found themselves facing four people. It was the dark-haired young man who'd spoken.
"Gargoyles," the middle-aged man said in stunned amazement. "I never thought I'd ever see one."
The blonde seemed tense, but the dark-haired man placed a calming hand on her arm. "They're on our side, Buff. They're not demons. And I think they're the ones that saved me and Will last night," he said, gesturing to the redhead.
"Buff" swallowed and nodded, then extended a hand, "I'm Buffy, the Vampire Slayer."
* * *
Author's Postscript:
A little bit shorter than previous parts.
*shrug*
Oh, well.
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to season two of Buffy, anything in the Herc/Xenaverse, and the Avalon World Tour in Gargoyles.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: What happens when the divine and demonic collide? Sequel to Divine Interruption.
Author's Note: Yeah, I know, it took me long enough to get to this point. But at least I'm working on it.
* * *
It had been a nice date.
More importantly, it had been wonderful to let sleeping demons lie for once and get away from the stresses of saving lives and passing class, even if it was only for a few hours.
At the moment, the couple was headed for Willow's house, cutting across one of Sunnydale's numerous graveyards. After escorting her home, Xander was going to head over to Shady Hill Cemetery to join Buffy on patrol... or relieve her of newbie vamp watch if the bloodsucker hadn't come up yet.
Suddenly, Xander caught Willow's arm, and they stopped. Turning and looking at him strangely, she asked, "Xander? What...?"
"Shh..."
Then she heard it. A low growl.
"That... that didn't sound like a vampire," Willow said nervously.
"It's not," Xander replied.
That's when it stalked out of the brush ahead of them. It was covered with fur and stood on two legs, slightly hunched over. Sharp-looking claws extended from its fingers and toes, complementing its equally sharp-looking teeth, and it snarled a challenge, looking directly at Xander.
"Willow," Xander said softly, "get out of the way."
"_What_?"
"Go!" he shoved her to the side, just as the werewolf -- the odds of anything _else_ looking like that were pretty slim in his opinion -- leaped at him. The impact knocked him off his feet, and he wrapped a hand around the werewolf's throat, desperately keeping its teeth away from him as he tried to throw it off.
At least he remembered _that_ much about werewolf lore.
A roar rang in his ears, deep and reverberating, and suddenly, the weight on his chest vanished. He rolled over and rose to his feet. The darkness kept him from making out any details, but he was pretty sure he saw... wings?
In moments, though, the battle was over, and his savior disappeared into the night.
* * *
Suddenly, there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door.
Actually, no. It was more like a pounding. A very _loud_ pounding. Accompanied by an equally _loud_ yelling.
"Bugger all," Giles muttered as he clambered out of bed. "This had better be bloody important."
He opened his apartment door and was surprised to see Willow and Xander standing there. Xander had some twigs and grass in his hair, and he looked a little worn out, while Willow was pale and trembling slightly.
All annoyance at the loss of sleep evaporated.
"What happened?"
"What do you know about werewolves?" Xander asked.
* * *
Detective Elisa Maza, NYPD, sighed as she leaned against the stone form of her largest companion.
"Almost sundown, big guy," she murmured, brushing a hand across Goliath's frozen face.
As the last rays of sunlight vanished, she stepped back. Cracks spiderwebbed across their statuesque forms, and with mighty roars, the three gargoyles burst free, their stone skin shattering and falling to the ground.
It still awed her when she saw it, even after nearly two years.
Goliath looked around and said, "Come. We must find the werewolf."
* * *
Bronx whined as he stopped.
Elisa sighed, "Great. A nightclub. Not exactly the most inconspicuous location."
"We have no choice," Goliath rumbled. "One bite is all it will take to infect another."
At that moment, a window burst open, and the werewolf leaped out, snarling ferally. Bronx snarled a return challenge and pounced as Goliath and Angela moved to block the alley entrance.
Elisa ground her teeth in frustration. Her sidearm was empty, she was susceptible to the werewolf's bite, and her hand to hand training did _not_ include non-human foes.
A backhand from the werewolf sent Bronx flying to the side, though a large gash on its side stood silent testimony to Bronx's contribution. The werewolf's head swung left and right, looking at the two exits.
It leaped at Angela.
"ANGELA!" Goliath roared, charging across and grabbing it by the scruff of its neck. He slammed it into the wall, then hurled it down the alleyway.
It whimpered as it struck the dead end of the cul-de-sac.
"I'll be damned," came a surprised voice from behind them.
They turned and found themselves facing four people. It was the dark-haired young man who'd spoken.
"Gargoyles," the middle-aged man said in stunned amazement. "I never thought I'd ever see one."
The blonde seemed tense, but the dark-haired man placed a calming hand on her arm. "They're on our side, Buff. They're not demons. And I think they're the ones that saved me and Will last night," he said, gesturing to the redhead.
"Buff" swallowed and nodded, then extended a hand, "I'm Buffy, the Vampire Slayer."
* * *
Author's Postscript:
A little bit shorter than previous parts.
*shrug*
Oh, well.