I actually wrote this about four years ago and posted it on another site. I went through and updated some, but it’s mostly the same as it was. For those of you who have already read this, sorry, but maybe you’ll enjoy the re-read. For those of you who haven’t read it, I hope you like it. It was one of my first attempts at fanfiction.
Warning: I am a die hard B/A shipper, so if you don’t like that, beware.
This takes place during the "Tremors - The Series" time frame. For those of you who haven't seen it, it picks up where "Tremors 3" left off. I wrote this before the end of the Buffy series so some of the facts are different, but when I did the update I didn’t feel the need to change it to make it exactly match.
Disclaimer- I don’t own anything or any character. I’m just having a little fun with the characters. I’m not making any money from this.
TREMORS - BUFFY STYLE
Angel drove along the deserted the road wondering where he was going to stop. He hadn't seen any type of civilization since he'd passed a little town call Bixby. He was in the middle of a desert it seemed like and sunrise was only a couple of hours away. He needed to find a place to stop. He was exhausted and couldn't drive much longer.
He looked down at the Gem of Amara on his finger. He couldn't believe he actually had it. He thought he had destroyed the only one in existence. Then, Gwen had shown up at his door.
His thoughts trailed off as he saw the sign along the side of the road.
He pulled over and got out of the car. Lamps shining from underneath it brightly lighted the sign. What he wanted to do was make sure the sign said what he thought it did.
He walked closer to the sign. Sure enough, that's what he thought it said.
He started thinking. What kind of wild life could be so dangerous you shouldn't get off the pavement, but were safe from on the pavement?
He had seen many things in his 250 odd years, but nothing in his memory could comprehend what that sign was talking about.
He looked around again. Where, exactly, was this town of Perfection that the sign was talking about? He couldn't see anything that even resembled a town.
He shook his head. The things he did for Buffy. Here he was, in the middle of nowhere trying to track her down.
Buffy had taken off after the First was defeated in Sunnydale. So many people died during the final battle and she had blamed herself. Xander and Anya died when the Hellmouth opened and they were attacked by the demons that were released. Robin Wood died fighting side by side with Buffy trying to re close the Hellmouth. Giles was injured, but is well on his way to recovery. Faith came out of the battle with only a few minor injuries. Most of the potentials died. That's what affected Buffy the most. Only three survived, one of them being Kennedy. Willow and Kennedy were now closer than ever. The Hellmouth had been closed for good. Faith joined his crew in LA where she hoped to earn her redemption. Everyone was dealing with what happened, except Buffy. She had been severely injured during the last fight, but had stuck it out until it was finished. Then, she collapsed. She was unconscious for three days. When she awoke, Angel filled in the blanks. She had not known about Xander and Anya.
After she woke up and heard the entire story, she went into a deep depression. No one could get through to her. The only person she would talk to at all, was Dawn.
Everyone, including Spike, took a turn trying to get through to her, but no one could.
Angel and Spike even came to terms with each other. They put their mutual dislike of each other away so they could take care of Buffy. One of them was always close by.
Angel was shook out of his thoughts by the sound of a vehicle approaching. Angel watched as the large vehicle slowed to a stop.
The man driving the vehicle appeared to be in his early 40's. He was dressed in combat fatigues and had an irritated look on his face.
"Can't you read?" the man yelled at Angel. "Damn sign." He grumbled under his breath as he got out of his vehicle, still parked on the pavement.
Angel didn't respond, he just watched as the man walked over to him.
The man was still mumbling to himself about 'stupid tourists' when he reached Angel.
"Are you trying to get killed?" the man shouted at him again.
Angel felt torn between irritation and laughing at the man. This man was yelling at him about standing on the ground when he was walking right up to a vampire. He didn't know Angel was a vampire, but, still, it was sort of ironic.
Several miles away in Perfection, Anne Winters was beginning her day.
Her small, 10-room hotel was full. The tourist business was good and it being tourist season, she was actually going to turn a profit this month.
She went into the kitchen and began to prepare fresh fruit and coffee for her guests.
As she rinsed and chopped the fruit, Anne began to get a weird feeling. She looked quickly around, but saw no one. Still, she was uneasy. She hadn't felt like this since she left Sunnydale and all that was Buffy Summers. Something was going on, her sixth sense could feel it, but she didn't know what it was. She hoped El Blanco wasn't going to make another appearance this morning. He came through town last night and scared all the guests. Luckily her small hotel had been built the same way Burt's home had, with concrete surrounding parking, lawn, and the hotel itself. The guests were safe, but spooked. But, that's what they had come here for, the excitement and danger of being in a Graboid's territory.
Buffy, now known as Anne, chuckled softly to herself. After all she had done and been through in Sunnydale, she was living with the constant threat of being eaten by a giant worm, and she wasn't doing anything about it. The worm made her life here possible and was protected by law. It really wasn't so bad, once you got used to it. If you just followed a few simple rules, you would be fine.
Angel looked at the strange man who was still glaring at him. He really didn't know what to say.
"I just wanted to make sure the sign said what I thought it said. What exactly is this wildlife that's so dangerous?" Angel asked the man.
Burt Gummer let out a long sigh. He was getting tired of explaining the dangers of Perfection Valley to tourists.
"Graboids." Burt answered, curtly.
Angel looked at him. He could be crazy, but he spoke with confidence and more than just a little disdain for Angel.
"What, exactly, is a Graboid?" Angel asked.
"You mean you don't know?" asked Burt, incredulous. He couldn't believe this man didn't know. "If you're not here for Graboids, why are you here in the middle of nowhere?"
"I'm looking for someone. She may have come through here."
"Well, if she came in this way, she left the same way. This is the only way in or out of the valley."
Angel was disappointed. The woman he had talked to in Bixby had pointed him in this direction after seeing a picture of Buffy. But, that had been six months ago. She could have visited and left.
"You didn't answer my question." Angel said. "What is a Graboid?"
"It's a giant worm, to put it simply. They live and move underground. You can't see them coming, so they have the element of surprise. About 30-feet in length with smaller tentacles that come out of it's mouth and drag in it's prey. Hunts through vibrations in the ground." The man spoke in monotone, like he was reading a script.
Angel couldn't help himself, he started to laugh. He was sure he was caught in the middle of tourist trap. Scare the tourists, take their money, and send them on their way with stories that nobody back home would believe.
Angel noticed the man in front of him was not laughing. If anything, he was becoming more annoyed.
"What's so funny?" Burt demanded.
"Do you really fool people with this monster stuff? I mean do people actually believe this?" Angel asked, still laughing.
Burt moved a little closer to Angel and said, "Believe me, this is not make believe. You can't let down your guard here, or you won't make it out alive."
Angel knew the man believed what he was saying, but it only convinced Angel the man was crazy.
"Yeah, O.K." Angel tried to placate the man. Then, he changed the subject. "So, do you have a hotel or boarding house around here anywhere. I've been driving all night and need to get some sleep.
"Bixby has a nice hotel. Only about 30-miles down the road." Burt said, hoping to get the non-believing stranger to leave. He didn't feel like filling out anymore incident reports.
"Got anything a little closer? The sun will be up soon. Is there a place to stay Perfection?" Angel asked, starting to get irritated. This man was trying to get rid of him.
Burt sighed. "Yes," he replied. "There's a small hotel in town, but I can't guarantee there will be a room available. It was booked last night. Check out is in two hours, but who knows how many will stay another night."
"I'll take my chances." Angel replied, dryly.
"All right, fine. But, don't say you haven't been warned. Watch your step around here."
"Fine. Where is this hotel?"
"Follow me, I'm headed into town anyway."
Angel got into his car and started to follow the man just as the sun appeared over the horizon.
Tyler walked into the store and saw Jody behind the counter. He sat down on the stool and immediately his usual was set in front of him. He had just enough time for the coffee before his first tour started.
"So, Tyler," Jody began. "Did you feel El Blanco make his presence known last night?"
"Yeah," Tyler said. "I had just fallen asleep and was having a really great dream when I was so rudely awakened."
"I bet I can guess what that dream was about." Jody replied with a smile.
"Yeah, and when I got back to sleep, all I could dream about was Graboids." Tyler replied, his voice thick with disgust.
Jody found this quite amusing and was still laughing when Burt and Angel walked in the door.
"Hey, Burt." Jody called out. "Where'd you find him?" she said, gesturing toward Angel.
"He was at the sign." Burt replied.
"Oh, Burt." Jody began, looking distressed. "Did we lose another car out there?"
"No, he was just looking. El Blanco didn't find him. At least the car was shut off and no radio was on."
Angel didn't comment during the exchange, just quietly took in everything that was said. He was getting a weird feeling, and he didn't like it. What if this guy, Burt, wasn't crazy? He had, after all, seen weirder things than a giant worm. Hell, he was weirder than a giant worm.
Jody came out from behind the counter and extended her hand to Angel. "Hi, I'm Jody. That's Tyler and the grouch that brought you here, is Burt."
Angel took her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Angel."
"Well, Angel. What brings you to our town? Graboid hunting?" Jody asked.
Before Angel could reply, Burt chimed in. "No, he doesn't believe in El Blanco. Actually had the nerve to laugh at me."
"Well, Burt, we all have at one time or another." Tyler said, joining the conversation.
Burt just glared at Tyler.
"Actually, I'm looking for a friend of mine. She disappeared about a year ago and I've been tracking her all over the country." Angel said.
"And you tracked her here?" Jody asked in disbelief.
"Well, not exactly. A woman in Bixby remembered her coming through and said I might want to try here."
"Sorry, to disappoint you man, but most people don't stay here very long. They come here to see El Blanco and get out, back to where it's safe to walk on the ground without a wrist seismo." Tyler contributed to the conversation.
Angel turned to the young man. "What is a wrist seismo?"
"It's a seismograph that's been scaled down. You wear it on your wrist like a watch." Jody said while walking back behind the counter to pick up a small box.
She returned and gestured for Angel to hold out his wrist. He complied and looked at the strange contraption.
"Now if El Blanco comes close, your seismo will vibrate and warn you. If it goes off, get off the ground. You can get up on large rocks or if you're indoors, stand perfectly still. El Blanco hunts using vibrations, so if you don't move, he can't find you. However, don't get in a car. El Blanco can suck a car and all it's contents down into the ground." Jody helpfully informed him.
Suddenly, Angel was very tired. He needed sleep in the worst way.
Angel looked over at Burt, who was sipping a cup of coffee. "So, where's this hotel you were telling me about?" Angel asked.
"I'll walk over there with you, after I finish my coffee." Tyler said. "I've got a tour this morning."
At Angel's questioning look, Jody clarified. "He runs a Graboid tour around the valley."
Angel just nodded and decided not to make any comment.
Angel looked at the seismo on his wrist again and took it off. Jody looked surprised when he handed it back to her.
"Thanks, but I don't think I'll be needing one of these. I just want a room so I can get some sleep and then I'll be on my way."
"All right." She said, "But it's your grave. You never know what's going to happen in Perfection."
"You're lucky she didn't charge you for trying it on." Burt said with a sly grin toward Jody.
Tyler finished his coffee and go up.
"Well, Angel. Let's get you to the hotel, see if Anne has any rooms."
After they left Burt just looked at Jody and shook his head. They were both picturing the paper work they would have to do after the stranger got himself eaten.
Tyler walked into the small lobby followed by Angel. The guests that were taking the tour were waiting for him, but Anne wasn't in sight.
"Wait here and I'll go get Anne." Tyler said.
Angel nodded and started to look around.
Suddenly, he felt a presence. He knew exactly who it was.
Angel turned in the direction Tyler had gone and there she was, looking stunned.
"Buffy." Angel said, but it came out a whisper.
"Angel." Buffy said, but her voice was no louder than hers.