Slayer Gothic - Wishverse 2
Part 5
Hotel. LA.
"So far she seems to be settling in well," Fred informed me as I got ready to go out.
The tiny Texan woman was referring to Kaylee, the engineer from the Firefly universe who I'd been able to convince to follow me back to this dimension once my visit to her part of the multiverse was over. I'd know that it would be best to let the existing members of my harm make friends in a natural way with Kaylee rather than have me try to force them together. This should lead to Kaylee settling in more smoothly.
Given her love of technology and grasp of mechanical engineering I'd shown Kaylee to the workshop/lab that Fred had set up here in the hotel, which contained much of my group's growing collection of technology, and when Kaylee had gotten over the shock of meeting an actual alien, she'd started to discuss the difference between the technology used in her universe with that of the Star Wars galaxy.
Assuming that Kaylee stuck around, she might not as she was at risk of getting homesick as unlike my other girls she had something to go back to, she'd be a fine engineer for my ship, and that would leave Ahsoka free to focus more on flying the Outrider than keeping it flying. Granted the astromech droids did most of the work, but having a proper engineer would help.
Soon I planned to take my harem back to Deep Space Nine so that we could pick up some further bits of tech and to see if the Outrider's laser cannons could be upgraded to something with a bit more punch. I was also considering going to The Citadel in the Mass Effect verse, or Babylon 5 as that was also a free port of call, and they might accept gold in trade there. But that was something to plan out later in the week when I could meet with the whole of my harem, I had other things to attend to at the moment.
"Glad to hear it," I said to Fred.
I'd gotten the feeling that Kaylee and Winifred would get along well if ever given the chance to meet, and since I had a big hotel to fill with attractive females who had skills I'd find useful in my group's future adventures, then I would need to get out of this hotel and find them, and this would be easier if with an upgraded Outrider.
"Arya and I are going on patrol later" I informed the petite woman "Buffy, Tara and Harriet have something to deal with in Sunnydale so I'll be out in the city tonight".
There was nothing here in this city that needed dealing with, at least as far as I knew, so Arya and I would be going out just to look for some trouble. We were both very good at killing monsters, and this was something that needed to be practised.
"Are you staying here tonight?" Fred asked.
Since the mansion in Sunnydale was connected to this one via a small floo network, something else I'd paid a wand-waver to install, it took little effort to move between the two properties and I could be alerted by phone if my presence was required in Sunnydale.
"Yes," I said, "But I don't what time I'll be back so don't wait up for me".
I figured that Fred wanted to sleep with me, but that wouldn't be possible tonight as I might not be back until the very early hours of the morning. I could sense Winifred's disappointment so I decided to make it up to her in the future with some activity that involved just the two of us. Tonight I was spending time with the city of LA.
"Master your new outfit is ready," Lenore said as she entered my office.
While the clothes looked normal, they were all enchanted to help with the Slaying the magic having been woven into the clothes as the Enchantress made them. The boots increased my speed, the black jeans gave me more stamina, the t-shirt added toughness, as did the hoody beneath it, they were as good as layers of armour despite the lightness of the material, that was also waterproof, the gloves enhanced my fighting skills.
The dragonhide jacket hadn't been made by Lenore, however, it did offer protection against some magical attacks as well as physical ones. The pockets on the inside of the jacket were much larger on the inside, this allowed me to carry many weapons and useful items on my person. More such things could be found in my pouch of holding if they were ever needed.
The silver amulet that I wore contained a spell of slow fall, it only had one charge in twenty-four hours, but that would come in very handy if I fell off a building or off the airship. Even the socks were magical, but they were just enchanted to keep my feet warm and dry. Under the hoody, I wore a pair of armbands that made me even better at unarmed combat, and they were pretty much unbreakable in case I need to block a sword strike or something like that
As I changed clothes I could feel the magic at work. I felt stronger as well as tougher, knowing that even without tapping into the power of my aura that I would be very deadly in battle.
"I have these too," said the Enchantress "Knuckledusters that increase the force of any blow you land. Fighting-type Pokegirls sometimes use them".
They were made from gold by the looks of things, and that was a soft metal, so I assumed that magic that would make the weapons not dent so I hit something hard.
"Good work, Lenore" I praised the Pokegirl "Maybe I'll get a chance to test this new stuff while out tonight".
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Streets. LA.
I'd been on patrol along with Arya for an hour, moving from rooftop to rooftop, when I'd heard a man screaming for help, and since I was out hunting for things to kill I decided to see if was a mere mugging or something more supernatural. Not that I would ignore a mugging, but I wasn't here to be LA's version of Batman. Human criminals weren't really my business, that was the police were for.
Not that I wouldn't make a good Batman even if I had on a black coat rather than a cape, and the Dark Knight of Gotham wasn't the habit of shooting the bad guys with plasma weapons, but I did have a sidekick of sorts in the form of Arya Stark. She was trying out her Dark Brotherhood armour that Lenore had made her recently. That Pokegirl could make some amazing stuff when provided with enough raw materials, and that was something I could provide.
Buffy normally patrolled with me, however, she had something going over in Sunnydale that she assured me that she Tara and Harriet could handle, and it had something to do with the local Wicca group, who didn't allow men to join them, so Buffy, Tara and Harriet would have to go undercover as Wiccans to find out if the group was up to something naughty.
This had left me free to patrol LA, along with Arya, who like me didn't mind moving around up here on the rooftops while looking for monsters, and the people who encountered those monsters in dark alleys. What we found in one dark alley was a human male yelling about how he was under attack by a monster, yet he was alone in the backstreet as far as I could tell.
"Either this is the most obvious trap ever," I said to the assassin at my side "or that guy down there is really drunk".
If I hadn't been the Slayer I didn't think that I would have been able to recognise who this guy was from so far away, enhanced eye-sight came with the Slayer package, and even then it took me a few moments to realise why the guy looked familiar. This was Doyle, the half-breed demon who got visions from the Powers That Be and would have helped Angel in the first part of season one of that show. He hadn't been in the show for long as he'd sacrificed himself to absolve himself of past sins, or something like that.
Since there was no Angel in this universe, he'd been dusted while fighting the Master's minions at the blood factory in Sunnydale, and hadn't been brought back as far as I knew, it made sense that Doyle might be seeking out another champion to share his high power intel with. He wouldn't have been able to find Buffy or me directly as we had means of hiding ourselves from forms of observation be they technological, mystical, or even from up on high.
Our bases of operations were also hidden from any sort of detection thanks to some complex magic that I'd paid well to have performed. As such the hotel was nearly impossible to find even from higher powers, but if Doyle was getting driven to seek me out, perhaps he was so desperate to find me that he was reduced to faking distress in the hopes that someone would come swooping in to save him at the last moment.
I half expected some nasty creature to turn up so as to make Doyle's distress suddenly genuine, and if this had been a TV show that would have happened. In reality, things could be more boring than that, and the guy with the visions just ended up with some guy in a nearby building yelling at him to shut the hell up as he had work in the morning. Something that amused me.
"Stay back and make sure that I'm not walking into an ambush" I requested of Arya.
She didn't reply with anything other than a smirk so I made my way down to the street using the fire escapes on the side of the building that I'd been standing on the roof off. When I walked up to Doyle he looked nervous and he was drinking from a flask. I could smell the whisky even over the stink of the alley.
"Doyle," I said, "Do you have a message for me?".
Since I'd already devised what all of this was about there was no sense in any small talk.
"I've been looking everywhere for you" he complained.
Since I had no interest in this man beyond the intel he could provide to me I didn't respond to his complaining. Then I started to wonder if it would be such a bad thing if I had a male friend, or at least someone to talk to who hadn't have a vagina. Having a harem was nice, but there were times when a guy needed to talk to another guy. With this in mind, I figured that giving him my cell phone number wasn't such a bad idea.
Leaving the idea of socialising with the demi-human to be mulled over later, Doyle began to tell me about how'd he received a vision that in the show would send Angel Investigations to D'Oblique, a trendy bar for single that was the hunting ground of some demon. While there, the vampire with a soul would meet a young woman named Kate Lockley that turned out to be a detective with the LAPD.
After a violent battle in the apartment of its latest victim, Angel would then discover that the killer was actually a body-hopping demon of some kind, but Kate would believe that Angel is behind the mysterious murders. By the end of the season, Angel and Lockly would become if not friends, then allies, and then sort of enemies because of her father dying. It was all very dramatic.
"So there's something at this D'Oblique place that the Powers want dealing with," I said to Doyle.
I didn't know why this mattered to them, and it hardly mattered to me, still I would go deal with the body-hopping monster if only so the PTBs wouldn't pester me more about it. Besides, sometime in the future, I might go the Oracles, their representatives, and ask for a favour in return so it would be good if they owed me for dealing with one of their concerns.
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D'Oblique Nightclub. LA.
Give the way she was dressed it would seem as if Arya would be the one drawing attention from people, we'd returned to the hotel to change before coming here, and was now in what could be called a little black dress, and the emphasis was on the little part, but somehow she vanished into the crowd as soon as we arrived at the trendy nightclub.
While preparing for this mission I'd told her all about the body-hopping monsters, and how it would try to jump bodies with someone it met at this club, most likely male to female, or vice versa, since an exchange of bodily fluids was required before the transference, and while it might pick another club as its hunting ground it had no reason to move on yet as it didn't know that it was being hunted. As such it made sense for us to split up and see if anyone hit on us.
Letting Arya deal with this monster alone might seem mad, but this was the woman I'd seen kill The Witch-king of Angmar, the leader of the Nazgûl with nothing more than a fancy magic knife and her skills at surprising people who didn't want to be stabbed, as such I wasn't worried.
I walked into the D'Oblique singles bar and had a look around. Then I walked over to the bar and sat down on the seat before trying to order a drink, the bartender approached me, and while I was not 21, at least not in this lifetime, I could pass for older if I desired, it was just matter of looking more mature. The British accent always seemed to help with that.
"What can I get you, buddy?" the bartender asked me as cleaned the counter in front of him with a cloth.
I considered my options. While I fancied a drink I could not afford to have my senses dulled. I needed to use my more subtle Slayer powers to hunt my prey even while it might be hunting me.
"A bottle of beer, please" I ordered "Anything that isn't American made"
As the bartender went to get the drink, and I looked around and soon noticed the blonde woman who sitting one stool along, she was making an effort not to stare at me.
"Beer?" she asked, "Are you some kind of lightweight or just cheap?".
This was one of those places that served needlessly expensive cocktails that might as well just be vodka in nice glasses. I loathed clubs like this. Sure the Host's place did cocktails with cherries, but some of the drinks here had enough fruit on sticks to qualify as a small fruit salad, and they were massively overpriced.
"I like to keep my wits about me" I replied.
Already I knew who this woman was. The police detective who I'd been thinking about when I'd run into Doyle. She was also on the hunt for a killer, only she thought an insane human was behind the crimes.
"Kate Lockley. I haven't seen you around. First time here?" Kate asked as she sipped some of her drink.
While I had to be careful about what information I shared I always avoiding telling outright lies if possible. Mortality aside when you lied you had to remember how you lied and who to, every time you told a new fib, so it was best to give limited and honest answers.
"Damien Mason," I said, before I answered her question, "I'm not a nightclub person, and I don't really go in for the single's scene".
She might already suspect me of being the murderer, but I didn't think that was the only reason she was talking to me. If I remembered this character correctly she was a rather isolated person who had some Daddy issues, and I did so go for the girls with Daddy issues.
"So, what do you do Damien," she asked.
I couldn't exactly tell her about slaying monsters and exploring the multiverse.
"Nothing. I'm still in college," I said.
The way I'd phased that made it sound as if I'd been in college for a while, as I didn't want her thinking that I was under 21. To help distract from this I moved the conversation so that we would talk about her instead of me.
"And you're a cop, or maybe a reporter" I stated.
The blonde detective gave me a surprised look.
"What makes you say that?" she asked.
It wasn't that hard to guess if you were used to sizing up people as threats.
"You're not here to mingle," I said to her "You're sizing up everyone in the room as if you're looking for a certain someone".
Kate smiled at me.
"Maybe I'm waiting for someone," she said, "Maybe I have a date".
That I very much doubted.
"If you have a date you wouldn't ask to met them here, you'd take them somewhere quieter" I replied, "You come here to met people when you don't have anyone to ask on a date".
It was part of the predator/prey thing that had drawn the body-hopping demon to this place. The demon was seeking people desperate to connect to another person, and if you have a date then you've already made that connection, and this means you don't need to be here hunting.
"Plus your body language is kind of defensive. You don't look like someone whose off the clock" I was now saying "So I figured cop looking for a suspect, or a reporter looking for a story".
She gave me a look that told me she didn't quite buy my explanation, and she was wise not to as that wasn't how I knew she was a cop.
"I'm a psychology student," I told the lady cop.
Again this wasn't a lie, and it was a somewhat reasonable explanation to how I could figure out that she shouldn't be in this bar.
"I'm a detective" she admitted.
No more words were exchanged for a few moments.
"So, what really brings you out here?" I asked, pretending that I didn't already know.
Kate looked at me for a while and then seemed to decide that it was okay to tell me the truth.
"I was following a lead on this guy that was committing fraud" she lied "I've been told he usually hangs out here".
While she had just told a total fib I suspected she'd done it more out of a concern of not spreading panic or fear of somehow tipping off the killer than because she'd simply did not want to admit her real motivations.
"You want me to leave?" I asked.
The blonde detective shook her head.
"It's fine," she said, "I'd like some company".
Yes, I could tell that she was starved for male attention. Her father wasn't the most emotionally available if my memories of the show were correct, and I figured that female cops have to act even tougher than their male counterparts to get any respect, and this would mean acting emotional closed off.
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Apartment. LA.
Seducing Kate hadn't been much of a challenge, she was a lonely person, she was most certainly horny and clearly didn't care as much for her own wellbeing as she should as despite knowing that there was some sort of serial killer operating at the bar she'd still invited me into her home. Perhaps she just felt that she could handle me if I did turn out to be a killer.
As to why I'd gone to the trouble of seducing Miss Lockley, that had nothing to do with me feeling lonely and horny, as I felt neither of those things, no this was purely in the interest of gaining her as an ally. I figured that having an LA police detective on my side was a good idea as she could be a good source of information about things that were going on in this city.
This arrangement would be important if I was going to handle some of the things Angel should have been dealing with. I had no intention of 'Helping the Helpless' as I was not seeking redemption, but nor did I wish to antagonise the PTBs, and I might need them to do something major for me in the future so carrying out a few tasks for them wasn't such a big deal.
I'd been able to excuse myself for a few moments at the club to meet with Arya, who so far hadn't spotted anything odd in the club. I suspected that the demon had already gotten its tentacles or whatever, on another victim before we'd arrived so I'd arranged for us to go back tomorrow night. We'd find the body-hopping demon soon I felt certain.
"Sit down. I'll make us some coffee," she said.
That had been her excuse for inviting me to spend the night. While taking off my jacket and before taking a seat, I looked around her apartment. It was reasonable clean as far as I could tell, and I got the impression that was because it wasn't lived in much. A result of too many nights spent on stakeouts or catching up on paperwork, I imagined.
"Kate I get that you don't want to come off as a slut," I said to her as I took a seat on her couch "But we both know that neither of us wants any coffee".
She stopped and turned around so that she could face me.
"You're supposed to let me act a little coy" she gently complained.
I relaxed on the couch.
"Undress for me" I ordered.
She didn't move.
"I think you're forgetting whose the cop here," she said while moving over towards me "But don't worry I'll take you for a ride. If you know what I mean".
She straddled me, after letting her dress fall to the ground, and as she soon made sure she had her breasts in my face. I wanted her to obey me, but I figured that she'd be more respective to that if I didn't come on too aggressive. Once we'd fucked a couple of times, and I had her hooked on getting fucked by a superhuman she'd be easier to control.
I took her current actions as an invite to remove her bra, and I did that before I began to suck on her nipples and I wrapped my arms around her. Meanwhile, Kate did her best to free my cock, an action that involved her scooting down my legs so that she could get at it.
"You've risen to attention," said the lady cop "Good because pussy's pretty wet right now"
She used her hand to stimulate my dick while I kissed her neck in a way that I'd found that many females enjoyed, as my hands roamed over as much of her body as I could access. This went on for a little while until I felt the police officer gently push me back.
"I want you inside me," Kate said before kissing me, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
She then got off me so that she could pull my trousers and boxers down before she removed her thong, which had been the only thing she'd been wearing. While naked she went to her purse and took out a condom. Not something I used normally as I had access to more effective means of birth control as well as magical cures for diseases. But she wanted to be careful and I respected that. Once that was on, Kate straddled me again, positioning my cock underneath her before impaling herself on my hard member.
"It's been too long," she said.
As she spoke I felt her tight pussy around my cock, it seemed as eager as the rest of her. She didn't wait any longer, she started to move her hips up and down, pushing herself down with some force, as if she wanted me as far up inside her as was humanly possible.
"You feel so good in me" she let me know.
I simply held on to her naked body as she slid up and down on my hard cock. Kate arched her back as she continued to ride me. An act that gave me a nice view of her breasts, and I focused on them for quite a while as the lady cop rode me in order to reach an orgasm that she badly needed.
"I'm almost there," Kate told me as relentlessly bounced on my lap.
If nothing else her eagerness was getting me off, and I figured that I would be done before long.
"Yes, that's it," Kate said, "Oh fuck!"
I held onto her tight as her orgasm made her spasm. She cried out in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around my cock, as I finished as well.
"Wow," Kate said after awhile. "That was pretty damn good".
It hadn't been too bad for me either.
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D'Oblique Nightclub. LA.
To say that she was surprised when Damien met her at the bar the night after they'd slept together, not that she'd slept much, that would be a bit of an understatement. It had been a while since she'd gotten to fuck, and while one night stands weren't her things, she'd given in to temptation and now she felt bad about it. This explained why at six in the morning she'd pretty much kicked the guy out of her apartment.
"Evening Kate," he said as he ordered a drink.
Feeling motivated by guilt, and she had a lot of that, she felt the need to apologise. Thankfully Damien took it well.
"Let me buy you a drink" he offered.
Kate was again surprised.
"I didn't think I'd ever see you again," she said as she accepted the drink "I have a way of scaring men off".
Damien smiled.
"Some of us actually like strong women," he told her "They can be very sexy, but I do normally like to take the lead in the bedroom".
Kate bit her lip. She had trouble letting down her guard around anyone, and her desire to stay in control of the situation had led to her directing the action last night when Damien had clearly wanted to. In fact, she wouldn't have minded if he'd taken charge. She considered herself to be a modern woman, but this didn't mean that she didn't want to be romanced and seduced, and then fucked hard.
"I guess I was just trying to make a connection with someone" she admitted as they kept talking "But the more I come to places like this the harder it gets".
Her job didn't help with that either.
"I doubt anyone is going to meet a future husband or wife in a place such as this" Damien said, "So how about we go somewhere else?".
Kate would have liked that, but she'd come here for a reason. There was a still a killer on the loose, and another body had turned up today.
"Maybe we could meet up over the weekend?" she offered "I promise to let my guard down a little".
With that Damien gave her his number, and left the bar, leaving Kate to her work.
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D'Oblique Nightclub. LA.
I met Arya in the back room of the club as she began to clean her blade on the clothing of the guy she'd just helped me to kill. This would look a lot worse than it really was if anyone saw this as the man had been dead for at least day as his body had been taken over by a demonic parasite of some sort kind. I didn't care for the details of the demon as long it stayed dead.
"How is your new friend?" Arya asked.
Before answering we both rolled the body into a durable sheet and then when I opened the portal we both swung it through. I'd just sent the corpse to one of the less pleasant dimensions out there. I couldn't be sure that the demon was truly dead, and if it did somehow recover the creature would only be able to prey on other demons, or its decaying body would be a meal for something equally unpleasant.
"She's better now," I said as we began to clean up any evidence of anything suspicious having happened here "She's still looking for the killer, but once it becomes clear to her that no one else connected to the club is dead she'll move on".
After some time, with no more bodies turning up who had been killed in the fashion as the victims the police knew about, the cops would start to look elsewhere and there would be other cases for Kate to worry about. Then when she wasn't so distracted she'd call me, I felt certain about it.
"Let's get out of here before any of the staff notice us," I said to Arya.
By now Buffy and the other girls in Sunnydale should have dealt with the Wicca group, apparently, they'd been trying to summon some sort of elemental creature for some reason that only made sense to teenage girls. I felt certain that two witches and a Slayer could handle the situation without my help, and if I stuck my nose in where it wasn't wanted it would only show them a lack of trust.
"Are we going back to the hotel?" Arya inquired "There's this show I wanted to watch. Will, you watch with me?".
She didn't seem like the TV type, she did need something to do with her time, and perhaps it was just an excuse to spend some time in my company so I agreed. On the way back I thought about how Kate the cop would soon be a good source of information for me about local matters, and somewhere down the line, perhaps she would be more than that.
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Apartment. LA.
Kate felt pleased about how things had worked out. She'd been worried about having any sort of relationship with Damien due to her job, and him going to college in a nearby town, so she'd put forward the idea that they would see each other casually and he'd agreed. This pleased Kate as her job didn't leave her a lot of free time so having someone in her life who was willing to go out when she could go out was good. It might not last long and grow into anything more meaningful, but it was something.
This time she felt better about inviting him over to her place, and she'd decided to do something nice for him since he'd been understanding with her. She grinned up at the dark-haired man as she undid his pants and pulled them down, eyeing the bulge in his boxers.
She felt a little silly, having gotten onto her knees before the man who was again sitting on her couch, but he seemed to like it Kate tugged down Damien's boxers, and his hard cock springing into view, it seemed very big right now. The blonde detective stared at his cock which soon started to find its way into her mouth.
"Mmmm," Kate said as she did her best to look lustily at her date.
The blonde woman then sucked on the head as she stared him in the eyes before taking more of his cock into her mouth, and now she was slurping as she pleased him, trying to be as eager as possible about the act.
"Don't stop," Damien insisted.
She pulled back and released his saliva-coated cock with a loud pop, but before he could complain Kate began to suck gently on his balls, applying gentle pressure with her hand as she jerked him off. She wasn't that experienced at such things, but she'd watched some porn and messed around at college.
Kata felt a desire to rip her own clothes off and to ride the cock that was currently in her mouth, but she made herself wait. They had a proper date planned this evening, and she wanted to enjoy a good, hard fucking later on. She was only doing this now because she wanted to keep him interested in her.
That wasn't a problem as she was very interested in what Kate was doing right now. She sucked his cock with gusto and didn't have any problem getting him to cum inside her mouth, it was a little salty, but she swallowed it all without complaint.
"So still want me to take you for dinner?" Damien asked, "or did you just want the appetiser?".
Upon hearing that she had to laugh.