Disclaimer: - I do not own the Buffy characters, Mr. Whedon does. And I do not own anything to do with the film 'My Little Eye', I'm just using that idea kinda...I dunno really... Do you think there should be cameras in the house?? Well, lets see how it goes!
Summary: - Buffy characters (from towards the end of Season 4) (in looks/style etc, not past experiences...they've never met in my fic...) in a house for a certain (well, uncertain at this point) period of time. We have Buffy, Spike, Xander, Faith and Angel. Unidentified pairings as of yet...maybe some double-pairings! OK, I've decided this is a game show and they are playing for $1,000,000 and there are cameras in the house connected to the web...yada yada yada. So yeah, this is a Buffy/My Little Eye crossover! And yes, the site is a snuff site, and yes...one of them is the killer!
OK, I'm done with the very confusing 'summary' so I hope you like it! Please R&R!
The five started to walk up to the house through the thick snow, from the barbed fence, where the helicopter had just deposited them.
There was a short, pretty girl with long, straight blonde hair. She wore a white beanie and a large pink puffer-jacket with tight black jeans, and large white fluffy snow boots. The other girl was in all contrast to the blonde, not only with her long, wavy, dark-brown hair; she wore a tiny, cleavagy black top with tight leathery-PVC pants with chunky boots. To protect her from the cold, all she wore was a small black denim jacket.
There were also three guys. The first, leading the group up the hill towards the old house, was tall and had dyed platinum blonde hair, slicked back. He wore black faded jeans, a tight black t-shirt and a long black leather duster. His huge black boots made deep, noisy prints in the hard snow. The second guy, who was walking extremely close to the blonde, had unruly dark hair. He wore a red scarf and a red and purple leathery jacket, with combat trousers and red sneakers. The last guy, stalking at the end of the line, was the tallest; he had black trousers, a black top and a long black duster. His dark brown hair was gelled into a simple style.
After making it up the long yard, the group walked up the steps to the porch.
"Do we knock?" asked the blonde, looking at the others.
The guy with the platinum hair turned the handle and shoved the door open. He turned around, grinning at the others, and strolled into the house.