Buffy Summers: Vampire Hunter
Story: Buffy Summers : Vampire Hunter
Author: Heather Sinclair
Spoilers: NIC for AB and Season 5 Buffy
Summery: Buffy enters the world of Anita Blake after jumping off the tower at the end of season 5.
Pairing: Buffy/ Richard, and Canon Pairings for the AB Universe
Disclaimers: LKH owns the AB characters and Joss owns the Buffy characters. I own my computer ... Can I have AB and Buffy instead?
It was November 1, the day after Halloween, the busiest day of the year, and I was beat. I had five zombie raisings and a emergency vampire execution. Don't worry, the execution was legal; a dying will. It's a provision that says if you die by vampire bite, someone like me can stake your heart and remove your head, making sure you don't rise as a vamp.
My name is Anita Blake. I'm a licensed vampire executioner. You have to be licensed nowadays since vampires are considered people. I used to argue that notion, but since I'm dating the Master of the City of St. Louis it's kind of self defeating.
I'm also an animator. I raise the dead for a living. Don't knock it, it's a specialized talent that people will pay big bucks for. Just ask my boss, Bert. He'd sell his first born for the right amount of money. Well, maybe not his first born, but you get my drift.
My last client of the day walked into my office. She was, maybe, two inches taller than me, that would make her 5'5 and her body was tinnier than most elves I've seen. Well, I haven't really seen any elves, but I had a course in mythical creatures to finish off my preternatural biology degree. The course book had pictures. Kinda made me wonder if she had any fey blood down the genetic bloodline.
She accepted my offer of coffee. The only clean mug I had, other than my own said 'Piss me of again and I'll piss in your coffee.' Bert hated my coffee mugs. I brought them in just to piss him off. I had my usual 'World's biggest hard-ass' mug. It was a gift from my other boyfriend. He is the Ulfric of the local werewolf pack. Yeah, my life is complicated.
The client twitched here and there, enough to tell me she wasn't sure if she came to the right place to solve her problem. Bert had a habit of taking people's money and slipping them into my office, even if he knew that I couldn't help them. It was beginning to be a really annoying habit that I'll have to break him from.
I looked down at the appointment book to get her name. "So how can I help you today Ms. Summers."
She shifted a little, like she wasn't used to be called by her last name.
"Please call me Buffy."
I nodded. "Fine, Buffy. How can Animators Inc. help you today?"
She pulled an arrant strand of her honey blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm not really sure you can, but everyone I talk to tells me you are the person to see for ... weird stuff."
I raised my eyebrows. "Weird stuff?" I wasn't sure if I had been insulted or not. Always best to assume the worst, that way you can never be disappointed. I'm not a pessimist, just a realist.
She saw my face. "That sounded bad, didn't it."
"Buffy, why don't we just cut to the chase. What do you want?"
Her hazel green eyes dropped to the floor and darted back up to meet mine. "I have to find my way back home."
Okay, what's the joke? "Do you have a drivers license? It might have your address on it. Just flag down the nearest cab and ..."
She interrupted me. "I know where I live ... "
"Then what's the catch?"
She looked straight at me and didn't bat an eye. "I live in a different universe."
It's not often that you catch me off guard. After seeing the things that I have seen over the past few years, you will rarely find me slack-jawed.
"A different universe?"
She nodded. "I fell through a dimensional portal after I killed Glory ... uh ... Glorificas, the hell god, and poof I wind up on the outskirts of St. Louis. Only this isn't the St. Louis of my universe."
I nodded. "Uh huh."
Buffy's face turned sour. "And you don't believe a word I just said," she said matter-of-factly.
I tried not to let it show too much. "And how did you wind up in my office?"
She let the sour puss face drop. "The last person I talked to said you were a Slayer."
"A vampire slayer."
I got it. "Buffy, I am this state's legal vampire executioner. I slay vampires by court order." Which wasn't entirely true. I have a number of kills without court order, but the authorities tend to frown on that little fact.
"See, that is what I'm talking about. Vampire's are treated like regular people here. In my universe they are just demons that it is my duty to kill."
Ah, the plot thickens.
"Ms. Summers, you might not want to say anything more about killing vampires in front of me without a lawyer present. It can be used against you in a court of law."
Not that I would. Ninety-nine percent of the vampires I see, need slaying.
"I knew it was a mistake to come here. I thought we might have something in common."
Believe me when I tell you, I have seen a number of crackpots in my life and they all give off a certain vibe: wild eyes, nervous tics, evil sneers. Buffy Summers wasn't a crack pot, and I really didn't know what she was.
Well that was totally embarrassing, but at least it didn't cost me anything. Not that I had any money in the first place. I really didn't think I needed my checkbook when we took off to do battle with the hell bitch.
I left the offices of Animators Inc. and headed in the first direction that the wind was blowing. I didn't have anywhere else to go. Sunnydale never existed in this universe, and there was no such thing as a Watchers Council. Believe me I looked. The local library was quite helpful with their internet connection.
The worst part was knowing everyone thought I was dead. All of my friends and my sister probably thought I was either pushing up daisies or trapped in some sort of hell dimension.
I had walked for the remainder of the day. A left turn here and a right turn there. I didn't have a clue where I was. That was until the sun went down and I saw the lights. I looked around at the number of bars and clubs that littered the street in front of me. One caught my eye above the rest, the 'Circus of the Damned.'
Appropriate. Lord knows I've been damned to this weird universe.
I heard my stomach rumbling its protests of emptiness. Maybe I can get some guy to buy me dinner. I looked at the circus tent covering part of the building. Or some cotton candy at the least.
Since it was still dusk, there wasn't a long line, and from the looks of things they weren’t charging a cover tonight. Lucky me!
I got a weird feeling when the bouncer, who was dressed up in a clown suit, waved me though. The hairs on the back of my neck came to attention. There were vampires near!
I instinctively reached to my waist, where I normally keep Mr. Pointy tucked, only to find him not there. You didn't take him with you Buffy. He's at home in the top drawer of your dresser
For the small size of the line outside, it was awfully busy. The place wasn't packed by a long shot, but at least two-thirds of the tables were already taken around the center stage, which by the way, looked strangely like a stripping stage. Not that I have ever been to a strip club ... really.
I eased my way to the side where there was a small bar set up and sat myself down at the first available bar-seat. It wasn't a stool. Just a really tall seat. Comfy too!
It wasn't long before a drink was set in front of me. I looked to the bartender.
"From the guy at the end of the bar."
I nodded and followed his pointy finger to the fishnet clad guy serving up a perfect smile. Fishnet? He moved around the bar toward my general direction, except he didn't move like anyone I had ever seen before. It was more liquid than anything else. He stalked to me like some sort of ... animal?
He finally made it within inches of me. "I don't think I've seen you in here before."
I eyed him down, following his fishnet shirt to his painted on leather pants to his Doc Martin boots. All midnight black. At least he's color coordinated.
He held his hand out. "I'm Jason."
"Buffy." I went to shake his hand and he did something I wasn't expecting. He raised my hand up to his nose and sniffed. Okaaay.
Apparently he liked the way my hand smelled. "Your first time at the Circus?"
I nodded. He smiled. I couldn't tell if he was sizing me up or undressing me with his eyes.
"Vamp or Were groupie?"
"Huh?" I replied.
He smiled again. "Did you come to see the vampires or the were's?"
Then it dawned on me. "This is a Vamp bar?"
Of course I would wonder into the one bar where I would be surrounded by vampires.
A slight laugh jutted forth from his lips. "You didn't know?"
I jumped off of the chair. "I think I made a mistake."
I didn't notice that he hadn't let go of my hand and I pulled, but he still didn't let go. "You can't go yet! Let me buy you some dinner and we can watch the show."
"Let go." I pulled even harder, putting some strength behind it. Something wasn't right. He shouldn't be this strong.
"One drink." He pleaded.
He tried pulling me back. That was enough. I used a little leverage against him and ducked under his arm into a squat and pulled with everything I had, tossing him across the room into the far wall.
Everything in the room went quiet. I watched as he picked himself up off of the floor. I looked at the wall behind him and realized it was cinderblock of which was caved in from a close encounter with his body. Vampire.
"I said let go."
Taking a step backward I bumped into a chair. I picked it up and ripped a leg from the bottom. Prest-o change-o instant stake. I watched as he regained his feet and wiped off a trickle of blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Oh, I like you." He said just loud enough for me to hear.
I was halfway across the floor when I was met by the clown slash doorman slash bouncer. He came swinging so I went spinning. A spin kick first, followed by roundhouse and a foot sweep. I was about to stake him when I was tackled by Jason. I didn't even see him coming, he was that fast.
My makeshift stake went flying. The only weapon I had left was my cross and that was useless unless he would be polite enough let go of my arms long enough for me to shove it down his throat.
I was lucky enough to get my feet under me and I launched him across the room again. The look in his eyes as he flew was almost worth him holding me down. I arched my back and hand-sprung to my feet. "Okay, who's next."
A voice came from behind me. "That would be me, ma feu d'or."
I spun around to find that the body connected to the voice was not much taller than I was, and was dressed in black silk cut low enough to show a cross shaped scar that marred an otherwise perfect chest, with ruffles at the end of his sleeves, and pants snug enough not to leave much to the imagination. Cuffed knee boots ended the ensemble.
"Somebody misplace a musketeer?"
He didn't return my sarcasm. That was a bad sign.
"I do not think I have had the pleasure of an introduction."
Well at least he is polite.
"I'm Buffy and you are history." I don't think I've used that line here yet.
I leaped at him and suddenly he wasn't there, but five feet to the left.
Oh no, not another one. "Let me guess, you're related to Dracula."
He shook his head ever so slightly in the negative. "Non, I'm afraid I do not have that distinction."
I watched as his eyes flickered toward the door for a split second. I had to chance that there was someone about to jump me from behind and I moved to the right, away from the 'fourth' musketeer and spun around. Imagine my surprise ...
"Ms. Summers, what are you doing here?"
The chick from Animators Inc. stood at the doorway, Anita I think her name was.
The Musketeer moved closer to her. "A friend of yours ma petite?"
"A client ... sort of."
I still held my defensive stance. "You know this vamp?"
"This vamp is my boyfriend, Ms. Summers. I would take it personally if you tried anything ... unpleasant."
"Well, I didn't start it. I was being pawed by one of his pet vamps.".
"Who?" He whispered through gritted teeth.
He followed my eyes to the blonde.
The Musketeer turned his head and glared at the blonde who seemed to get a case of the ebie-geebies all of the sudden.
"My apologies, Jason will be dealt with for accosting you. Jason."
The blonde inched forward, looking almost like a whipped puppy.
"Yes Jean Claude."
"I believe you owe Ms. Summers an apology." Then he turned to me. "Unless you would like to press formal charges."
Since I was new to the area and I didn't have any identification, I would probably wind up answering questions that I really didn't want asked.
Jason looked visibly relieved. I had a hunch that local law enforcement didn't think too highly of the monsters pawing tourists.
Ms. Blake seemed to relax somewhat, also. She laid her hand on the vamp's shoulder.
"Perhaps, Ms. Summers would like some dinner."
The vamp nodded. "Oui. If you would be so kind as to escort our guest to the office, ma petite, we could make amends. I will see to the refreshments."
I wasn't too happy playing the butler, but since Jean-Claude was flipping for the food I was resigned to acting the little woman.
Ms. Summers was still very tense, but eased a bit when the offer of food was put on the table. I had a feeling she hadn't eaten in a while. Her eyes went behind me appraising the threat of my companions. Since Micah and I joined our pards I had two new shadows that followed me around wherever I went, bodyguards.
It was annoying as hell, but a necessity that I learned to live with. Being Nimir-Ra of the Blooddrinkers Clan, carried with it certain responsibilities and well as certain pains in my ass.
Micah, Jean-Claude, and most of my pard insisted that I have bodyguards, which of course made me not want them all the more. But in the end I relented. It's always better to have too much ammunition than being in a situation where you don't have enough. The bodyguards were my extra ammo.
Micah was my Nimir-Raj, my wereleopard mate and official leader of the pard now that we were joined, but anyone that believes he tells me what to do needs a serious attitude adjustment. Being the official leader meant the he interviewed my potential bodyguards.
It was tradition to interview from out of town pards, because the role of a bodyguard is to take a bullet for you and you didn't want them having emotional attachments to any of the other pard members so as not to monopolize their attention. I wasn't too fond of this train of thought. If their action in saving me cause any of my cats to be harmed or killed I would be one pissed off person.
Anyway, Ms. Summers was eyeing Logan and Jonathan. They were nothing if not imposing. Each of them stood well over six feet tall and were quite muscle-bound. I had insisted that whoever was going to be hanging around me was going to be well armed and well trained in those arms. I'm sure the budges in their coats screamed heavy artillery.
"Logan and Jonathan are with me, Ms. Summers. As well as Nathaniel."
Nathaniel stepped out from in back of Logan and smiled softly. Her eyes lit up in surprise at Nathaniel. He had that effect on a lot of woman. I think it's because of his auburn hair. He wore it in a braid that passed well beyond his waistline, and his violet eyes shimmered seduction.
"Are his eyes purple?"
"You've never met a wereleopard, Ms. Summers?" I asked.
Her eyes flicked back to me. "Leopard?"
At last her situation and her story became believable. "You really are a stranger here."
The energy that held her for the last several minutes finally seemed to release from her body and she was defeated and lost.