Summary: Ew! Vampires are dangerous to themselves?
Crossover: Bastard!!, Slayers
Disclaimer: I don't own Bastard!!, Slayers, or Buffy the Vampire Shagger. Although, if the respective owners want to swap for a couple of CDs that's fine.
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Pre-fic Comments:
Coming up with those Slayers-style summaries is harder than it looks.
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"This way," Angel said quietly, guiding Giles, Xander and Buffy through the tunnels underpinning Sunnydale.
"You were looking at my neck," Xander said flatly. He had dispensed with the firey whip for the time being.
"What?," Buffy asked.
"Angel was checking out my neck! I saw that!"
"No, I wasn't!," the vampire protested.
"Yes, you were!"
"Children, children!," Giles frowned. "Angel, stop eyeing necks. You should have eaten before you left. Buffy, Xander, stop fighting."
"I've just thought of something," Xander said.
"What now?," Buffy asked, getting impatient.
"It'll take me half a minute to do the fireball spell. I need you to distract the Master long enough for me to get the spell off."
"Okay, fine. Angel, you're helping."
The Irish vampire looked back in surprise. "Why, might I ask?"
"The Master is quite old," Giles said, "and Buffy isn't quite capable of overcoming such an ancient fiend."
"Hey!," the Slayer protested.
"Truth hurts," Xander grinned, before getting punched on the arm. "Ow! Hey! Key guy, here!"
"How long until we get there?," Buffy said, changing the subject.
"Not long."
Finally, they reached the subterranean cave.
"Welcome," the Master said. His face was distorted, and ridged all over. Dried blood covered his chin, and was crusted under his fingernails.
"Thanks for having me," Buffy wisecracked.
"Angelus, my dear child, step forward. Thank you for bringing me this treat," the Master smiled.
The Irish vampire changed into game face as anger overcame him. He took a step forwards, before being shoved forwards by Xander.
"Hey!"
"You heard the man, er, vamp. Go say hi to your ole grandpappy."
"Y'know, you really oughta talk to your contractor," Buffy joked, as she looked around the decaying cave. "Looks like you've got some serious water damage."
"Oh, good," the Master sneered. "The feeble banter portion of the fight. Why don't we just cut to--"
He stopped talking to catch a crossbow bolt from mid-air. He looked at Angel, deeply hurt. "Ah, you were to have stood on my right hand side, come the day."
"Origin of all power, glittering, burning red flame," Xander chanted, holding his hands as if to hold a basketball in front of himself, "Gather to my hands and be my power."
A red orb gathered between his palms, formed of an energy that was unnatural. The heat was palpable, and yet did not burn his hands.
"Get back, Buffy, Angel!," Giles shouted. The two obediently jumped backwards.
"FIREBALL!," Xander yelled. A beam of fire shot forth from the red orb, landing on a forcefield of some description before losing energy and dissipating.
"Buffy, Angel, get back here!," Giles shouted, pulling a weapon out of his tweed jacket.
Xander frowned deeply, recalling another spell.
The Master lunged for the Slayer, but was driven back as a spray of bullets ripped into his head, exposing bone and brain tissue. He snarled as the flesh regenerated, opponents clearly out of reach.
"Damn you, spellcaster! Damn you to the deepest pits of Hell itself!"
"Got any more bright ideas, Xander?," Angel asked meanly.
"Sure I do," Xander said. "We throw peanuts at him."
Everyone stopped.
"Peanuts?," the Master asked.
"Not really," Xander admitted. "You guys, run down there. This spell might get messy."
"What do you have planned?," Giles asked.
Xander grinned, waving a finger in front of the librarian. "Now that... is a secret."
Giles sighed. "I have faith. Come, Buffy, Angel."
Xander crouched, cupping his hands together. He raised them, then lowered them to his hips.
"Darkness beyond twilight, crimson beyond blood that flows."
The Master paled, which is quite impressive on a vampire. "You're not..."
Wind began blowing upwards from below Xander, his hair and shirt beginning to flap wildly.
"Buried in the flow of time..."
The Master started pounding on the barrier trapping him inside the prison. "Stop, you fool!"
"In thy great name, I pledge myself to darkness. All the fools who stand in our way shall be destroyed, by the power you and I possess."
He raised his cupped hands to breast level, elbows out to the side, before moving the cupped hands back to waist level. A ball of red energy formed between them, crackling and throwing off long streamers of power.
"DRAGON SLAAAAAVE!"
He aimed the energy trapped between his palms at the ancient Master. The beam of red power that shot forth burnt through the barrier like a blowtorch through tissue paper, before filling the cavern with roiling fire and power that exploded through the roof of the cave. Rubble fell down where the Master was, and in a ten foot radius.
Xander would be a crispy critter, if the explosive force from the initial blast had not thrown him in a deep pool of water in the cave.
The rubble over the half of the cave away from Xander's pool fell into the cave. Light from above groundlevel shone into the rift, waking up Xander from unconsciousness and possible death by drowning.
"Owwwww...," he said, holding his head in both hands. If his parent's hangovers were evil dwarves with hammers in their skulls, then he had an entire clan or three of the things in his.
"I am not doing that again in a hurry," he whispered.
He heard footsteps as the three Scoobies that had fled returned.
"XANDER! XAAAANDEEEER!," Buffy screamed.
"OOOOOW! QUIET!," Xander shrieked, before flinching and continueing in a whisper. "I've got the mother of all headaches from that.
"Omigod, Xander, how'd your hair go all white?"
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Post-fic Comments:
Xander didn't blow up the school and the entirety of Sunnydale as he is just beginning in magic, and that was his first attempt. A learner driver doesn't race at La Mons.
I'm using the translation for the Dragon Slave chant from my subtitled eps of The Slayers.