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Summary: Jade is saved from a rapist by Angel. What happens next is her journey of being the hero she had always wanted to be. Round robin, so feel free.

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Cartoons > Jackie Chan AdventuresBuffyKaibaHuntFR711,373014583 Mar 113 Mar 11No
Well, here’s a new crossover which I’ve been working on for weeks. I was so inspired to write this because of Stuart Townsend’s excellent portrayal of Lestat in the 2002 film Queen of the Damned (which is a fantastic film in my opinion). So I can imagine Angel as sort of like Lestat personality-wise in this one, but very different.

By the way, this is AU, so Angel still has a soul, but without the clause (so he doesn’t lose his soul at all). He has also taken a liking to Jade Chan (from Jackie Chan Adventures). And this oneshot takes place in the city of San Francisco, not Los Angeles. (I decided it would be a good change-up if the setting was San Francisco, since both San Fran and Los Angeles are in California.)

Disclaimer: Genius John Rogers owns Jackie Chan Adventures. Joss Whedon (also a genius) owns Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I own the stories, oneshots, novellas and poems.

An Angel in San Francisco

“I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
Every thunder cloud that came was one more I might not get through
On the darkest day there’s always light and now I see it too
But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you

I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind
All the heaven’s rivers come to light I see it all unwind
I hear it talking through the trees and on the window pane
When I hear it I just can’t believe I never liked the rain

Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Liked the rain always calling for you I’m falling for you now
Just like the rain”

--Clint Black, Like the Rain

It was nighttime in San Francisco, California. Angel was walking down the sidewalk. He wore a dark black shirt, blue Levis and blue-and-white striped shoes. Over the shirt was a black trenchcoat that swished around his ankles. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He looked to be 26 years old, but, being a vampire, he was really two hundred and forty.

Then...all of a sudden, his power of sixth sense came into play, and he grinned. Yes, she is here. She will come to me.

He knew who she was...

Jade Chan.

Twelve years old, and with chin-length black hair and golden-hazel eyes, Jade was a feisty girl. She had a sense of adventure. And if there was a flaw in her, it was not listening. But there was something else that attracted her to adventure...its creativeness of revealing itself as it went along.

That also happened to be the spark that would start the forest fires of attraction that also attracted him to her in the first place.

Angel was like Dracula, except he had a soul. He knew how to charm the girls, and he would kill just to feed, but sometimes he preferred to have a connection with his victims. His victims, of course, were usually muggers, child molesters (and child rapists) and child abusers.

However, that was as far as the resemblance went. Angel didn’t have 3 brides. The reason why was because he preferred to have only one bride; he figured one bride was enough for him.

Jade was walking out in the rain. Her orange sweatshirt was soon getting spattered with water droplets. She started to walk into an alley.

When she was walking down the alley, she saw a dark shadowy figure.

“Uh-oh,” Jade said under her breath.

“Wait!” the voice said weakly. “Can you help me?”

“W-What do you need? Do you need a doctor?” Jade said, worried.

“Yes, please. My legs hurt,” the figure responded.

Jade sprinted over to the figure, and saw a man, about 23, with black hair, shoulder length. He had red eyes – probably colored contacts.

“Where does it hurt again?” Jade asked gently.

“Here!” the man said, but his voice was not weak anymore. It was deep, and with a hint of menace in it. He pushed Jade to the ground, and pulled off her orange sweatshirt. Jade screamed, but he covered her mouth with a towel he brought. She tried to fight him, but he was too strong. She managed to kick him in the crotch, but he pulled out a knife.

“I’d hate to use this on such a pretty girl...” he said. “But...if I must, then I will!”

He slashed the blade, cutting a lateral across Jade’s abdomen. Jade howled in pain, but the towel stuffed in her mouth softened the sound. Then he was taking off his shirt, button by button.

Jade tried to back away. He grabbed her foot, and took off her shoes and socks with a bit of a struggle.

“Quit resisting!” he yelled.

Again, he slashed Jade, this time by the zipper on her jeans. Jade howled in pain and started to cry. Again and again she tried to punch and kick him, but he was too strong, and she became weak.

“Take off your jeans,” the man said.

Jade shook her head, scared.

“Take them off, or I will take them off myself.”

She scooted a little ways away, but felt the blade below her waistline...

She screamed again, and felt the man come on top of her. He punched her many times, causing bruises all over her body. He savagely pulled off her jeans and underwear. He shoved her to the ground, and pulled off his own pants as well. Jade screamed and screamed again, but the cursed towel wouldn’t let her be heard! happened...

The man looked up sharply as a cold, cruel laugh echoed throughout the alley. Then he felt himself being lifted up by the throat and pushed up against the wall.

Jade lay there on the ground, too weak to move. She felt as though she had run a marathon or something like it. Only that didn't even come close.

Her would-be rapist’s eyes widened as the owner of the voice came into his line of vision. It had dark brown hair and cold brown eyes.

Then the rapist said pleadingly, “Please, let me go. Please!”

The dark figure shook his head. “Oh, really?” he said, his brown orbs glowing in the darkness of the night.

“You plead for your life? You go around raping women, and in her case, a twelve-year-old girl, just because you can’t score with them yourself.” As he said this, he turned and looked at Jade, and a smirk snaked its way across his handsome face.

Then he brought the rapist down to his level so they could look each other in the eyes, and bared his throat.
Angel then opened his mouth, and his sharp ivory fangs, glistening like brutal weapons such as the sword when unleashed, made their appearance.

Finally, he sank his teeth into the rapist’s throat. The crimson fluid that was the rapist’s life force ran down his tongue and the corners of his mouth.

To a vampire, blood tasted like honey with a bit of sugar added to it.

Then, when the rapist was no more, he wiped his mouth clean with his tongue and turned to Jade. Angel knew that had it not been for him, she would’ve been raped or murdered. Only now, thanks to him, that would never take place. The rapist’s plans were now ruined.

He walked over to Jade and bent down, smiling now, then reached over and traced her features with a pale, white finger.

Meow, he purred.

Although he sensed the sound of danger in the air, he simply just ignored it and picked Jade up bridal-style. Then he headed down the alley and off to his apartment, the prize he had sought for so long finally in his arms.

He knew she wasn’t safe when walking alone at night, and he believed it was a good thing he had come along when he did. He also knew that she would be safe with him, and since he was on the side of good, he also knew that, with his help, she would be a great warrior against the bad guys as well.

Well, I hope you liked it so far I worked really hard on it. What happens next is up to you... :)

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