Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or concepts in BTVS or HL (anthough I may twist them to my own evil ends) and I'm not making any money out of this
Premise: Buffy/HL X-over
BTVS: post Gift. Buffy isn't brought back to life, Willow and Tarra take over protecting Sunnydale using magic instead of hand-to-hand weapons and bring in a couple other Wiccans to help, Giles leaves them his library and returns to England, Anya and Xander break up and Xander leaves Sunnydale.
HL: Duncan didn't kill Richie. Duncan, Richie, Methos, Casandra, and Amanda together defeated the demon. Casandra Hasn't forgiven Methos and still can't stand to be anywhere near him but has acknowledged that he isn't the same person and she gave up any homicidal intentions towards him
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Now the Story:
Surprise, Surprise Ch.1 First death
Xander tried the ignition again then when that didn't work popped the hood and got out of the car to look.
"Car trouble, Whitey?" a voice challenged him from behind. The voice didn't sound nice or friendly, Xander decided. Judging by the look of the street this wasn't one of the better parts of Seacover so it was unlikely that anyone would come and see what was going on. So as Xander slowly turned around he fingered the foot long wooden stake under his jacket and the several small bottles of holy water in his pockets.
Facing him were a dozen young men in black leather jackets with orange and red flames on them. Looking straight at the eyes of the one in front he was relieved to see no trace of the hunger which constantly filled a vampire "humans, thank god. There is no way I could handle a dozen Vampires alone"
Immediately relaxing Xander smiled "Yah, I was just going to look under the hood and see what's the matter.
"You laughing at me Whitey?" the leader of the group demanded, drawing a pistol from his waistband.
"No, not at all." Xander continued smiling spreading his hands in front of him while an obscure presence in the back of his head grumbled cataloging the mistakes the young man before him was making in how he handled the gun, himself and the rest of his gang. "Look I don't want any trouble why don't I just fix what's wrong with my car and get out of here no trouble for anyone." Xander began turning back towards his car "They're not vampires, they can see I don't have anything worth robbing so there's no reason for them to bother me."
"Don't You turn your back on me" the young man screamed and as Xander began to realize he'd made a mistake he felt a sharp blow to his shoulder followed by intense pain.
"I've been shot" Xander realized in amazement as he dropped down and rolled towards the gang. Another shot whistled over his head and then another to the side as he leaped up at the shooter his wooden stake punching up under his ribs and into the guy's heart. Xander's elbow smashed into the face of a second hood' knocking him back and breaking his nose as Xander turned to punch his stake through the chest of a third but to his surprise discovered it was firmly lodged in the first one's body and wouldn't budge.
"Vamp-fighting instincts, You don't need to worry about recovering your weapon, since vampire turn to dust when you kill them." Xander thought as he leaped back to avoid a knife cut from one of the hoods' kicking at the hoods knee hard enough to break it and was about to duck under a swung pipe when a shot caught him in the chest, knocking him off his feet and into oblivion.