Summary: This Buffyverse is about fifty years or less into the future compared to the norm. Xander is a miner on Mars during the Red Faction rebellion.
Crossover: Red Faction (the PC game), Hellsing (the anime series, also the manga)
Feedback, it makes me write faster. (You know you want to do the feedback thing.)
Pre-Fic Comments:
I haven't seen all of S4 and I haven't seen S5. I also don't feel like writing about Glory or whoever the BigBad for S5 is. The way things have went since Graduation have diverted somewhat badly. I honestly can't be bothered watching Buffy fumble her way through college.
Nearly all weapons references are to *fictional* weapons from Red Faction. I know zip about guns in real life (mostly cuz firearms licenses cost too much for me and I can't find any informative websites.) The Casull and the Jackal guns are from Hellsing and I don't know anything about them past the show states they're huge.
Okay, there are some music tracks here. Format of markers is as follows:
>
* * *
>
Xander picked up the shot glass, watching the light shine through it. The amber coloured liquid spilt as he slammed it onto the bar, undrunk. He downed half his mug of beer instead.
"You going to drink that?," Eos asked him.
They were back on Earth, in Sunnydale. Xander had searched, but to his dismay the only bar open was Willy's Place. Such is the way the bus service works on the Sunnydale routes. Alucard had gone out on his own to go sightseeing. All three of them were wearing trenchcoats they'd nicked from Ultor.
"Hey, kid, if you don't want that it's still gonna cost ya," Willy said.
"I know," Xander said. "You can have it, Eos."
"Your loss," the shorthaired brunette said. She knocked back the scotch, tasting it before swallowing it. Then she drank some of her glass of water.
"This is gonna be fun," Xander said. "I can't wait to go back to killing vamps."
"You trying to convince me or yourself?," Eos asked, perceptive as always.
"Myself, mostly," Xander admitted. "I'm worried about the miners who want to stay back on Mars."
"They'll be fine," Eos said. "Orion and Storey are staying there to oversee things."
A vampire, inebriated on vodka spiked blood, made his way to the bar.
"Who do you think you are?," the ugly undead asked. "This's our bar, ain't for you type."
Xander pulled his UAS-10 from his coat, shoving it up the vamp's nose. "Want a shotgun decapitation?"
The vamp backed off. "'S cool, man, always said we needs more unnerstanding..."
"Where were we?," Xander asked Eos.
"Talking about... shit, I've forgotten," Eos mumbled.
"You've had enough," Xander decided. "We're going."
"You gotta pay," Willy said. "No tab. Not in this town."
Xander handed the rat-like human a twenty, then hauled Eos to her feet. The woman had once had a great tolerance for alcohol, but a long period of enforced abstinence on Mars had decimated it to almost nothing.
>
* * *
Alucard put his hands in his coat pockets contentedly. He'd managed to find his Casull and his Jackal that Walter had done for him, although he didn't have any blessed silver rounds. He was wandering through a graveyard at the moment, taking in the ambiance.
How pathetic. An Aurelius vampire. The thin, wiry thing was leaning against a crypt, smoking a cigarette. Alucard sneaked up on the bleached vampire just for the hell of it.
"BOO!," the tall vampire shouted in the other vamp's ear.
Spike screamed, dropping his cigarette on the ground and jumping in the air about three feet. Alucard started laughing and couldn't stop for a while.
"Shit, mate, don't do that!," Spike said, clutching his chest. "You almost made my heart start again!"
"Pathetic," Alucard sneered. "Where is your master?"
"You better not hurt me," Spike said. "I know the Slayer, I do."
"Tell her that Alucard is here in the service of Lord Hellsing," Alucard told Spike.
Alucard vanished into the shadows.
Spike drew out another cigarette with shaking fingers, putting it in his mouth and lighting it up with cupped hands.
"Hope I don't see /him/ again," he muttered. "Worse than the Master, he was."
* * *
The next day found Giles doing inventory. Since Buffy was now no longer in school, he had to find a job that meant he could fit in somehow. The only things Giles really knew about were books and how to kill vampires.
So he opened a bookstore.
"Let's see... five copies of the Keys...," he mumbled as he wrote down his count.
The shop bell jingled.
"Hey, G-man!," a familiar voice said.
Giles's head shot up. "X-Xander! How good to see you again! We were somewhat worried that with the... troubles on Mars t-that you would be... unavailable."
"Can't keep the Xanman down," Xander grinned.
Eos was with him, looking around the small bookstore. She picked up a book, then shuddered at the woodcuts and put it down.
"Who is your friend, Xander?," Giles asked.
"This is Eos," Xander replied. "Eos, this is Rupert Giles."
"Nice to meet you," Giles said, shaking her hand.
"Likewise," Eos said. "Look, I know about vampires and demons. Xander and I are here to kill 'em."
Giles gave Xander a sideways look that had a bit of the Ripper. "You told her? Xander--"
"Giles, ease off," Xander retorted. "I trust her, and the rest of my workmates."
"Oh well, then, that makes it perfectly fine."
Giles put down his clipboard, then started cleaning his glasses.
"Hey, did I mention that apparently I'm Lord Hellsing or something?," Xander said, timing the moment perfectly.
Giles dropped his glasses on the floor, stunned.
"You what?!"
* * *
Post-Fic Comments:
Feel free to write feedback on this.