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:
Saw the Last Samurai -- highly recommend it, especially since it was filmed a couple hours drive from where I live. I really want to re-watch Rurouni Kenshin now.
I've got an excuse /besides/ "I'm a lazy so-uh, soul" for this chapter. My PSU on my super-elite 1GHz desktop comp died. (How do I know it's *super* elite? No flashy lights, runs faster than my sisters 2.5GHz machine, more hard drive space than most desktops and gets used as a footrest.) And my laptop's harddrive seized up.
* * *
Willow gave Xander a hard look. "Are you certain that you're not doing the Buffy-Angel tango, mister?"
Giles smirked from where he was carefully continueing his inventory, staying out of the whole affair.
"Yes!," Xander groaned.
"Anything else? No? Good," Eos said, getting tired of this dancing around. "Mr Giles, thanks for letting us crash at your place, but we need to find a place of our own."
"Speaking of us'es and ours'es," Xander began, "we really should let Seras out."
"Seras?," Buffy asked. And some people said /she/ had a weird name.
"Back in a moment, G-man," Xander said. He and Alucard disappeared into the back room. The sound of breaking plywood made itself known.
"Er, what've you got in those boxes?," Buffy asked Eos.
The brunette leader smirked slightly. "The dead bodies of the slain. You know, a few Ultor guards, a few politicians."
"Major ewww!," Willow complained. "I can't see Xander doing that!"
The door to the back room opened, revealing the two men and also a short woman with blonde hair and red eyes. Not bloodshot, but red irises.
Buffy realised it wasn't just Xander's vamp that was setting off her spider sense. "Who's the new vamp, Xand?"
"I'm Seras," the vampiress said, holding her hand out to Buffy. "Seras Victoria."
Buffy looked as if she was not going to shake the vampiress'es hand any time soon, and Willow was still slightly mad at Xander for the whole misunderstanding, so Giles took the female's hand and shook it.
"Seras Victoria of the Hellsing Institute?," he asked. "I have heard many good things about you from the Council liason officer."
His statement had a noticeable effect on Buffy and Willows' attitude towards the short woman. Eos yawned.
"We've been on the go since... before the rebellion, I think. Homecoming Party time?," Xander asked. "I want a treat. I need a treat."
Giles' lips twitched, holding back a sadistic smirk. "I'm afraid that the only treat we have for you is a research party."
"Aw, man!"
"No rest for the wicked," Willow smiled.
Seras gave Alucard an exasperated look. "Maaaaster!"
"No, Willow, not like that," Xander sighed, cutting off his old friend's growing expression.
* * *
Later that night, Giles finally gave in to Xander's pleas.
"Alright. Here is the key to my flat," the British man said. "If I find it in less than pristine condition when I return, you will--"
"Gotcha," Xander said, smiling gratefully. "I'm - *yawn* - too pooped to poop."
"There's no /way/ I'm letting you drive," Seras argued as the quartet left Giles' bookshop.
"Hey! My driving is perfect in all conditions, as am I!"
* * *
The next morning found Xander stumbling into the bookshop with Seras. A nights sleep had done him a lot of good. Eos had gone shopping for new clothes for the four of them, dragging Alucard along as a packhorse.
"Jeez, you still at it?"
Giles was still poring over a book. This one was written in strange glyphs that writhed under Xander's gaze.
"Er, yes," Giles admitted. "I found a fascinating section about-- Good Lord, Xander, what happened to your eyes?"
"What?," Xander asked, genuinely puzzled.
Giles snatched up an 'Authentic Thousand Year Old Artifact, Made In China!' mirror, holding it up to Xander's face.
Xander slowly took the mirror from Giles' hands, looking at his reflection. His two irises had changed colour to a deep orange, and the pupils were starting to flatten into ovals. Around his eyes, the skin was starting to darken and harden into scales.
"What the hell?," Xander asked, genuinely alarmed. "Is this anything to do with that weird bone, or am I getting Mayor possession pangs?!"
* * *
Post-fic comments:
Go forth, my readers, and speculate wildly. (Shipping speculation will be met with The Muse.) 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:
Saw the Last Samurai -- highly recommend it, especially since it was filmed a couple hours drive from where I live. I really want to re-watch Rurouni Kenshin now.
I've got an excuse /besides/ "I'm a lazy so-uh, soul" for this chapter. My PSU on my super-elite 1GHz desktop comp died. (How do I know it's *super* elite? No flashy lights, runs faster than my sisters 2.5GHz machine, more hard drive space than most desktops and gets used as a footrest.) And my laptop's harddrive seized up.
* * *
Willow gave Xander a hard look. "Are you certain that you're not doing the Buffy-Angel tango, mister?"
Giles smirked from where he was carefully continueing his inventory, staying out of the whole affair.
"Yes!," Xander groaned.
"Anything else? No? Good," Eos said, getting tired of this dancing around. "Mr Giles, thanks for letting us crash at your place, but we need to find a place of our own."
"Speaking of us'es and ours'es," Xander began, "we really should let Seras out."
"Seras?," Buffy asked. And some people said /she/ had a weird name.
"Back in a moment, G-man," Xander said. He and Alucard disappeared into the back room. The sound of breaking plywood made itself known.
"Er, what've you got in those boxes?," Buffy asked Eos.
The brunette leader smirked slightly. "The dead bodies of the slain. You know, a few Ultor guards, a few politicians."
"Major ewww!," Willow complained. "I can't see Xander doing that!"
The door to the back room opened, revealing the two men and also a short woman with blonde hair and red eyes. Not bloodshot, but red irises.
Buffy realised it wasn't just Xander's vamp that was setting off her spider sense. "Who's the new vamp, Xand?"
"I'm Seras," the vampiress said, holding her hand out to Buffy. "Seras Victoria."
Buffy looked as if she was not going to shake the vampiress'es hand any time soon, and Willow was still slightly mad at Xander for the whole misunderstanding, so Giles took the female's hand and shook it.
"Seras Victoria of the Hellsing Institute?," he asked. "I have heard many good things about you from the Council liason officer."
His statement had a noticeable effect on Buffy and Willows' attitude towards the short woman. Eos yawned.
"We've been on the go since... before the rebellion, I think. Homecoming Party time?," Xander asked. "I want a treat. I need a treat."
Giles' lips twitched, holding back a sadistic smirk. "I'm afraid that the only treat we have for you is a research party."
"Aw, man!"
"No rest for the wicked," Willow smiled.
Seras gave Alucard an exasperated look. "Maaaaster!"
"No, Willow, not like that," Xander sighed, cutting off his old friend's growing expression.
* * *
Later that night, Giles finally gave in to Xander's pleas.
"Alright. Here is the key to my flat," the British man said. "If I find it in less than pristine condition when I return, you will--"
"Gotcha," Xander said, smiling gratefully. "I'm - *yawn* - too pooped to poop."
"There's no /way/ I'm letting you drive," Seras argued as the quartet left Giles' bookshop.
"Hey! My driving is perfect in all conditions, as am I!"
* * *
The next morning found Xander stumbling into the bookshop with Seras. A nights sleep had done him a lot of good. Eos had gone shopping for new clothes for the four of them, dragging Alucard along as a packhorse.
"Jeez, you still at it?"
Giles was still poring over a book. This one was written in strange glyphs that writhed under Xander's gaze.
"Er, yes," Giles admitted. "I found a fascinating section about-- Good Lord, Xander, what happened to your eyes?"
"What?," Xander asked, genuinely puzzled.
Giles snatched up an 'Authentic Thousand Year Old Artifact, Made In China!' mirror, holding it up to Xander's face.
Xander slowly took the mirror from Giles' hands, looking at his reflection. His two irises had changed colour to a deep orange, and the pupils were starting to flatten into ovals. Around his eyes, the skin was starting to darken and harden into scales.
"What the hell?," Xander asked, genuinely alarmed. "Is this anything to do with that weird bone, or am I getting Mayor possession pangs?!"
* * *
Post-fic comments:
Go forth, my readers, and speculate wildly. (Shipping speculation will be met with The Muse.)