Summary: Xander's roadtrip goes four dimensional, and un-living.
Crossover: Hellsing, Blood Rayne
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Pre-Fic Comments:
I dunno how well this plot idea will work.
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It was then that the telephone chose to ring. Giles answered it.
"Good evening, Rupert Giles speaking."
"Integra! How good to hear from you."
"Oh, well Father doesn't speak to me anymore after... well."
"I thought you did know. Well, Walter and Alucard can inform you."
"Ah, I see. Just one moment."
Giles cupped his hand over the handpiece's microphone, then gestured Xander over to the telephone. On the other end, Integra handed the telephone over to her servant.
"Hi?"
"Nothing's happened so far -- you caught me just rising."
"I thought we cleaned them out."
"Please tell me you're joking. I hate dealing with them."
"Oh. Well, I'll go down there and check it out for you."
"There too? I hope you're gonna fix me up with more supplies after this."
"Good to hear from you again. Are you still going by Alucard?"
Xander took the phone away from his ear as a loud, angry outburst came over the phone. "Yeesh, sorry. One moron and your name's dirt forever..."
"Well. See ya."
Xander hung up the telephone. Giles looked at him expectantly.
"Well? What was that about?"
"Do you know anything about the GGG, or Gegengeist Gruppe?," Xander asked.
"The... Anti-Ghost Army?," Giles translated. "Ah, no. German organisation?"
The old time travelling vampire nodded. "They've found the Letzt Battalion, and are organising an offensive of some kind. Both are supernatural experiments founded by Hitler."
"Nazi's?," Willow asked. "Um, vampire Nazis?"
Xander nodded.
"Well, I'm stuck on the Hellmouth for now, so I can't help you," Buffy said.
"I would have thought you'd have... eradicated them during the first half of this century," Giles said.
"I thought I did," Xander complained. "They're like cockroaches."
"A few of my contacts would be willing to sell you ammunition," Giles said. "The Council has developed some high explosive bullets."
Xander shook his head. "No, I'll get some holy rounds from Hellsing. I can't let Integra think she can get me to do this for free, and I'll never get her to pay me money."
"Pay?," Buffy asked, eyes narrowing. "There's a thought -- Giles, why doesn't the Council pay me anything?"
"Because they're a pack of British tightarses," Giles said as he cleaned his glasses.
"Amen," Xander muttered. In a louder voice, he continued. "Why do you think Hellsing called me, and not the Council? The Council of Watchers knows they'll have to pay me in bullets or bullion."
"Where is this combine located?," Giles asked.
"South America, as all good cliches are," Xander said. "At least I'll be able to get a tan while I'm there."
He and Willow had a good laugh at this.
"South America? Giles, are you sure that I can't leave the Hellmouth?," Buffy asked.
* * *
Xander hated planes.
It wasn't the altitude. He had no problems with airsickness.
It wasn't the sunlight -- at a certain age, he'd found that his kind of vampire could tolerate the sun. After so long in darkness, he did hate it, though.
It was the noise. The constant, incessant, droning noise.
Oh, on these modern planes they had /some/ sound insulation. But the faint hum never went away, as annoying as a faulty fluorescent light.
The inflight movie wasn't even any good. It was some old horror movie, and had a screaming, fainting heroine who was being stalked by a mysterious vampire.
"Stupid moron," Xander complained. "Stop messing around! Jeez, he's as bad as Spike and Angelus."
The person next to him looked up at this. She had carrot-orange hair, was dressed in jeans and a tshirt, and had one blue eye and one red.
"Spike?," she asked. "You've met Mr William the Bloody?"
"The Bloody Awful Poet, you mean?," Xander asked, surprised. "I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Rayne, B Rayne," the girl said, omitting most of her first name.
"Xander Harris," Xander said. "From time to time, I've been known as Finality."
The girl shrunk back at this. "Don't hurt me! Or I'll hurt you back twice as hard!"
Xander couldn't help but laugh. "Ah, so you're Blood Rayne! I've been hoping to meet you -- it's good to hear of another hunter!"
"Oh, so you're not after me? That makes a nice change," Rayne said dryly. "Are you after the GGG remnant as well?"
"Yeah," Xander said. "Apparently they've formed an alliance with the Letzt Battalion, similar to the GGG but far more militant."
"What are you planning?"
"So far? Sneaking in and taking out their CO's, then working my way from the top down."
"Sounds good. Want some help?"
* * *
Buffy groaned. "We get Xander back, then he leaves almost immediately! Do I have some kind of vamp-only BO?"
"No!," Willow reassured her. "Uh, not that I'm a vampire, so I wouldn't know a hundred percent."
A hand burst through the clods of dirt on top of the fresh grave.
"Good! I'm not vamp repellant after all!"
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Post-fic comments:
I'm not sure why I added BR. Just felt like it mid-flight.
Got some more music recently. The band 'Norther' sounds pretty good.