Author: mkcrl120
Disclaimer: All the characters mentioned in this story belong to Joss Whedon or Mutant Enemy or some other people. I own nothing and wrote this just to get it out of my system.
Summary: I'm writing some of these, as I've come up with ideas that I honestly don't know what I'll be doing when the Ultimate series gets that far. In the meantime, these won't go away from my brain unless I do something with them. Warning: It may be a standalone it may be spoilers for something later; only time will tell.
Rating: 15 probably… mainly for language.
Setting: Season 3 - I think you'll recognise when.
What The Hell(mouth) Happened?? - Chapter 37
Outside Maria Locan's Apartment.
"Jesse!!!!" Willow screamed through the window when she saw the vampire approaching her boyfriend.
Jesse turned instinctively towards the sound, as he did so realising that the demon was now completely upon him.
"Ooof." He groaned as he was knocked off his feet, the force of the collision taking both over the trunk of the car and onto the road beyond. Landing on his back he looked to the side to see the demon recovering from it's own fall. His right hand started pawing the ground next to him, "Where the hell did the crossbow end up...?" He wondered as he eyes flicked from the demon beside him, back to where Buffy had thrown her opponent to the ground. Realising there was no help coming from that direction he moved his hand faster, desperately attempting to locate the dropped weapon.
"Jesse!!!" He heard Willow scream again, obviously worried because she couldn't see anything.
The demon next to him had managed to get itself to a sitting position, noticing the unarmed boy it moved closer, changing into it's vampiric face as it did so.
Finally his fingers found the handle, grasping the crossbow in the correct grip he lifted and pointed it at the demon in one fluid motion, and pulled the trigger, briefly noticing the look of surprise on the demon's face.
Nothing happened.
The vampire wasn't dust and Jesse didn't recieve the recoil he'd been expecting.
Both opponents glanced down at the crossbow simultaneously. Not only had the crossbow draw string not been wound back fully, the bolt hadn't been secured properly and now wasn't with the crossbow.
Jesse went wide-eyed as he realised the new predicament. The vampire smiled and prepared to move in for the kill.
Jesse raised himself into the crab position and immediately began backpeddling, trying to get some distance between him and the demon.
The demon crawled along on all fours after him, apparently relishing the oppurtunity to stalk it's meal.
Finally Jesse reached the end of his car, although further down the street this now allowed him to see Willow jumping up and down in the window. She became more hysterical as she saw the vampire come into view, now standing up so it could tower over her boyfriend.
She began screaming again, gesturing madly at something behind him. But his attention was transfixed by what was occuring in front of him.
"Jesse!!!!" She screamed again, as the vampire made to make it's final pounce towards the fallen opponent.
The Bronze.
Xander struggled with the vampire beneath him. "Will. You. Just. Fucking. Die!!" He shouted at it, each word being punctuated with an attempt to stake it. The vampire twisting it's torso and using it's arms as defense, to ensure that each attempt hit a non-fatal area.
Suddenly the creature beneath him stared over his right shoulder. Unfazed, Xander himself made to roll slightly left, expecting an attack from behind.
None came. The demon's eyes tracked some unseen movement behind him; apparently moving from his somewhere behind his right hand side past his left and then disappearing somewhere to the far left.
Xander took advantage of the demon's distraction to ram his stake home. The vampire turned to dust and Xander dropped onto his front, quickly turning over to see what had occured.
All he noticed was Faith walking towards a crowd of classmates. Helping them to their feet and seperating Pete from the others.
A Minute Previously.
"Fine. I'll come with you." Cordelia stated, attempting to drag Scott down the stairs.
"You said everything was fine." He said gesturing towards the above balcony.
Cordelia turned and followed where he was looking.
Just in time to see a large man come flying off the balcony towards the dancefloor below.
"Shi..." Scott began, leaning over the railing expecting to see devastation below.
What he found was a dancefloor full of people all rubbing the faces or shaking some bits out of their hair.
"What happened to that guy..?" He asked.
"What guy?" Cordelia asked. She was standing a few steps higher up than he was, and had seen the man exploding into dust before he ever reached the ground. "The screaming's stopped." She informed him. "Shall we check everyone's okay..?" she asked, heading back up to the upper balcony.
Scott took another look over the bannister. This time leaning over so he check all around for any sign of the falling person having landed anywhere, nothing could be found. Shaking his head, he followed Cordelia upstairs pushing past the students descending the steps.
When he arrived at the top there were approximately five or six students still remaining; they seemed to have various injuries, luckily most of which were superficial. Pete was amongst them, looking slightly bruised. Faith was kneeling in front of him, while Cordelia and Xander were helping the others. Xander had some blood on his shirt but didn't seem to be injured.
"They're just bruises." Pete reassured Faith. "Some idiots landed on me before I could get a chance for another go." He grumbled.
She simply smiled back at him. "Course you would have."
"What happened to you..?" Scott asked Xander as he approached.
"What..?" Xander replied, glancing around the floor.
Scott pointed at his sleeve which seemed to be covered in blood.
"Didn't notice it." Xander responded, making a show a rolling his sleeve up to examine for non-existant injuries. "Must have been someone else's." he shrugged.
"Did you see a..?" Scott began. "Nah... forget it." He finished, moving over to Cordelia.
"And Sunnydale-induced amnesia strikes again." Xander muttered with a smirk.
"Guys." Cordelia attracted their attention, then gesturing to the injured parties in front of her. "I think we really need a bouncer or something... possibly some sort of paramedic..."
"Yeah," Faith agreed looking around. "Willow's normally the one for that sort of stuff."
Outside Maria Locan's Apartment.
Jesse lifted his hands expectingly, eyes locked with those of the demon. He knew he only had to fend the creature off long enough for Buffy to stake it.
Bracing his arms he waited for the creaure to finally land upon him.
Instead of that, there was a loud shot echoing through the air. And the vampire was suddenly thrown to his left, further into the road.
Blinking, he looked back at Willow who was also staring wide-eyed. Then his eyes trailed further up the building, to where Giles was leaning out of the open window, a revolver in his hands.
Jesse turned to see the demon placing a hand on it's wound. "Bullet's don't kill vampires." He remember from Giles' lecture. The demon began to raise itself up on one arm. Another bullet buried itself into the creature's torso, forcing it back to the ground.
Willow began waving her hands about again, seemingly pointing at something behind him. This time he had the chance to look, and he saw what she was referring to almost immediately. Pushing himself to his feet, he quickly walked over to it. Another gunshot rang out behind him, and he heard the vampire shriek in pain again. A small smile came to his lips as he picked the wooden bolt up from it's resting place.
Confidently he walked back to the vampire. Waiting til it met his gaze, then he kneeled down stabbing it through the heart with one fluid motion.
Sighing, he rested there for a few seconds. Turning his head towards the building he nodded his thanks to Giles for his actions. A light coming on across the street attacted his attention.
"Typical." He muttered to himself, "Vampire attack and no-one remembers anything... hear gunfire and everyone calls the cops."
Getting to his feet, he turned to where Buffy had just kicked the vampire in the face, "Buffy... we need to..." He watched as she slammed the stake home, the vampire turning to dust. "...Go." He finished unnecessarily.
Smiling as she dusted herself off, she span to face where he was now picking up the discarded crossbow. "Okay... so you killed yours before I killed mine... but you had help... and look," She continued in a cheery voice, holding both hands up. "I came out of my fight with an extra stake... did you do that..?"
Jesse sighed as he walked past her back into the house.
"Look on the bright side." She continued, following after him as she entered the house. "She's sure she wasn't imagining it... it's not like we've got to take her on patrol or anything."
The Bronze.
Scott helped Xander and Cordelia carry the injured back down the stairs. Faith walked behind them accompanying Pete. Making their way over to the bar, Faith attracted the bartender's attention with a loud whistle.
"You got a first aid kit anywhere back there..?" She asked him, not waiting for an answer.
"Hope the others are okay." Xander muttered to himself, as the bartender left the bar area and head towards the manager's office.
Scott heard the comment as he took some ice that another member of the bar staff as offering it to them. "Why wouldn't they be..?" He asked confused, wrapping the ice up in a tissue and placing it on the wound of the classmate in front of him.
At the other end of the bar, a solitary figure in the dark nodded, accepting that the incident was over. He strode out of the nightclub, and quickly headed down a dark alley. Casually stepping over the remains of the bouncer from the Bronze, without giving it anymore than the briefest glance.
End chapter thirty seven